Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 159500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 798(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 798(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
Road is so full of himself. Just gave me his dick to ogle like it's the best thing since sliced bread.
I look at it again.
It’s thick.
Hard.
“Clyde? Can we talk?” Bracer asks, striding into the office, and I turn the screen off so abruptly the device almost falls to the floor.
“Yeah, sure, what’s up?” I say, pretending I’m unbothered. I’m surprised when he shuts the door behind him before settling in the leather chair across from the desk. He places a folder of papers in front of me and leans back, sighing.
I’m not sure if he’s expecting me to know what this is about, but he speaks first. “Glad that thing with Roadkill didn’t escalate yesterday.”
I give him a non-committal groan, glad I’m behind a table, because the memory of his tongue against my skin makes my dick interested. And yeah, I already jerked off to that last night. I’m only human.
“I know you suspect the Vultures are behind Roy’s death, but—”
“They are.” For all I know, Road, as their enforcer could have been behind it and is now fucking with me. Who else would have left a dead crow inside my brother’s chest? They’re into that kind of occult stuff. At least Prophet is, and he’s their prez.
Bracer clears his throat and taps the folder. “We don’t know that. Any leads have dried up. If anything unfolds in the future, I’m all for pursuing revenge, but right now? It’s bad for business, Clyde. The truce has served us. The Vultures aren’t buzzing around us like a bunch of angry hornets, I think they understood how much bigger our club is when we attacked that warehouse.”
I rub my forehead in frustration. “Someone needs to pay.”
Bracer glances out of the small window, at some of our guys working on repairing a truck in the back of the garage we own. “We’ll likely never find out who it was exactly. They’re all at fault and the guy who carried it out was just doing what he was told. I know it, you know it, but unfortunately, Grizzly doesn’t seem to get that they didn’t kill Roy for some personal vendetta. Unless you’re planning to eliminate their whole club, we should make it symbolic, just pick one of their guys when the opportunity presents itself. You have Grizzly’s ear, maybe if you spoke to him—”
The phone in my pocket buzzes with such intensity I swear Road must have set it up that way so it feels like a fucking vibrator. I raise my finger and get up. “I have to take this. I’ll get back to you on that.”
Bracer slumps in the chair, but I storm out, heading across the lounge, where Grizzly’s playing cards with two other members, and then down the corridor, where the restrooms are. By the time I manage to lock the door behind me, the damn thing stops vibrating, and I knock my forehead against the black tiles that now surround me from all sides.
Maybe it was just a spam call?
But no, when I unlock the phone and take a look at the notification, the connection did come from the one number in the contacts.
I shut the toilet seat and sit on the lid with a groan. What was I even thinking? I was supposed to get rid of this incriminating evidence, not make eyes at a dick pic taken by a guy who might have played a part in my older brother’s murder!
I’m pondering what to do next when the phone vibrates in my palm, and the icon attached to the sole contact—the same dick pic as the wallpaper—appears in the middle of the screen.
It’s a drug to be so desired by a guy who could be my wet dream if he wasn’t the Vulture Hollow MC enforcer. Fuck it. Who am I kidding? He’s been my wet dream for months now.
I answer the phone, only to realize it’s a video call when my own face appears in a small window on the side, right next to the cock I’m getting so familiar with.
Only this time, I see my eyes grow as if I’ve just snorted coke. I turn my own camera off in panic, but I’m in too deep to refuse the call altogether.
This is happening live. Road’s got his stiff dick in his hand. Right now, wherever he is. My breath hitches when he runs his thumb over the rigid length, and I can now assess its size so much better. While not crazy long, it’s a very good size, and when light reflects off the liquid smeared over the cockhead, I salivate like Pavlov’s dog.
The walls close in on me, locking me in a universe of my own, where consequences of my actions are not a thing, and where I can in fact allow myself to enjoy the view on my screen.