MC: LaPonte-Karr: Book Three Read Free Page B

It's fuckin funny to watch like pigeons on bread crumbs.  Gene swings a guy around, the VP from New York swings his fist breaking the guys jaw.  He wrings out his hand smiling and throwing chin.  Now that every fuckin pussy is down the VP's and Pres' are slapping backs.
    "Besides the obvious, what the fuck happened?"  I ask.  Pres looks at us watching them and gives me the biggest fuckin smile.  "They thought we were more of the corporate CEO types.  We reminded them that we're fuckin Badass Bikers.” The whole fuckin High Security team laughs hysterically.  Fuckin Pres.
    I look for my dad.  He's standing by VP.  "We thought thirty two to nine was good odds."  He fuckin smiles as he's says it.  Badass fuckin Bikers, even if they are old.  I shake my head laughing.
    The bouncer from earlier and his partner come up to the edge of our group.  "We have to ask you to leave."  He looks like he wants to be anywhere but here.
    Fuckin Pres has everyone laughing again, "We're the good guys." He tells the guy, his partner fuckin laughs.
    "We'd ask them to leave but they're all out.  We'll drag them out after you're gone."  He tells us.  My dad shrugs and walks toward the door.  Everyone follows.  The Security guys are carrying the weapons they took from the pussies.  All I can do is laugh. "Fuckin old timers."
    Bob slaps my back.  "Doesn't look like they need glasses just yet Brother."  Fuckin Bob.
    Back at our house for the week we decide to hit the bar across the street again.  Brothers are already there and everyone's relaxed.  Patches gets all the highlights of the fight laughing at the amazed younger guys.  Nick from Hammer's Security tells him of the patch guys martial arts moves.  Patches proudly tells him he's our dad rendering him speechless.
    As Brothers are leaving we move outside, women move with us trying to get their shot with the Brothers.  It's always the same.  Bob throws chin as he puts his arm around a girl moving her toward his room.  Patches laughs.  "Fuckin Digs needs a room for the night.  Bob don't share."  I smile.  Poor Digs, I bet he sleeps in Petey's truck.
    "Does that mean that you share?"  I turn toward the voice looking at the girl from top to bottom.  She's doable.
    I look at Patches, he's doing the same.  "Depends on what the offer is."  I smile at her.
    She looks at Patches, "Only me looking for a hookup, you covered, no strings."
    I look at Patches, "You claimed by anyone?"  He asks her.
    "Nope, got shot of him over a month ago.  Bikers are not people I normally associate with but my friend just left with one.  I'm figuring I can twiddle my thumbs or make one of those memories you never tell your kids about."  She says with a smile.  Fuck if my dick's not jumping.
    Patches smiles and puts his hand out.  She takes it and puts her hand out for me.  "I'm Rich, that's Patches." I tell her.
    "Vicky, nice to meetchya."  She says making me chuckle.  I guess we'll see.
    In the room Patches asks if she wants anything to drink.  She shakes her head no kicking off her fuck me heels.  She pulls Patches down by his shirt kissing him.  This is not her first time.  I'm loving Laconia.  I slide my hands around her front sliding her skirt down; my hands follow it all the way to the floor.  She's making fuck me noises.  Patches steps back pulling her shirt over her head, he likes what he sees.  "Beautiful Vicky."  Her bra falls on her arms while I'm sliding down her thong.
    "Fuckin ass to die for."  I slide my hands back up her standing up squeezing her ass.  Patches turns her around moving his hands over her tits.  Fuck she's got a nice rack.  I bend kissing her while Patches undresses.  I grab her ass and lift her up.  Her legs go right around me pushing her pussy into my belt buckle.  Fuck she's hot and getting hotter.  Patches moves to her back his hands find her tits, he squeezes making her moan in my mouth.  I lower her down unlatching our mouths.