Damn, I can’t be thinking like this. Roundman would cut my dick off if he knew.
“Tripp, Rex, this is my daughter, Doll, and her friends, Sass and Caroline,” Roundman introduces.
That is a quick way to squash my lust filled thoughts, hearing the words my daughter . Blondie is a doll alright, Roundman’s Doll. She’s one of a kind, that’s for sure. You shelter and protect a beauty like her. She’s the kind you treat like a fragile china doll; wrap it up and store it on a shelf for safe keeping. I don’t know why we haven’t officially met before. Although these events are crowded, one would think we would have met. I’ve always come here focused on business, maybe that’s why.
These broads are far from fresh pussy, and far beyond off limits. I hope Rex realizes this isn’t territory he wants to dip his dick in.
Doll extends her hand to me, bringing me back into the moment. “Doll is what the boys call me. My name is Delilah. This is Savannah, otherwise known as ‘Sass’, and Caroline, our friend. It’s nice to meet you.” She greets. As I shake her hand, she stands up on her tip toes, while tugging on my shoulder to pull me down she kisses my cheek.
The touch of her soft lips to my skin ignites a fire burning inside of me just under the surface. Her touch sends adrenaline coursing through my body. Before I can respond, there is a harsh voice, snapping out.
“Doll, Sass, Caroline! Asses in the kitchen!”
Looking in the direction of the noise, I see Danza in the kitchen doorway, bellowing for the girls. They giggle as they sashay away. My eyes roam up and down her back side. Damn, what an ass she’s got. It’s one of those moments, I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave. Fuck me, what a strut! That girl is a heartbreaker with one swish of those luscious hips. Tame it, Tripp.
“Sass is Danza’s daughter. Every time someone gets near our girls, he calls them to the kitchen. Won’t see ‘em again.” Roundman laughs, “Our Hellion princesses are tucked safely away in the kitchen.”
Rex and I shoot the shit with Roundman for a bit. Outside of sermon times no business is ever discussed between clubs. We are chartered clubs to Roundman. Hellions always. Brothers without hesitation. Allies and friends yes. Business partners of course. My territory is mine to run. Roundman respects his chapter leaders and doesn’t impose, but ultimately I answer to him.
One Day After
Clean up after the barbeque is always a chore. Cleaning up after anything with these guys is never a pleasurable experience, regardless of the size of the event. This barbeque is on a much larger scale. Danza quickly called us to go in the kitchen yesterday, therefore our drinking and socializing was kept to a minimum. Looking around me, I’m kind of thankful for his overprotective ass. Cleaning this with a hangover would suck.
At the time, however, I was slightly irritated. I was introducing myself to this guy named Tripp. Or was he Rex? I don’t know but, either way, he was hot as hell.
He’s at least six feet two inches tall because he is slightly taller than my dad who is right at six feet. His dark brown hair was pulled back in a knot on the back of his head, the top grown out but underneath shaved. His face is one of pure masculinity; a strong jaw line, pronounced nose, and hazel eyes with golden flecks. It’s been way too long since I’ve been laid because watching his jaw muscle twitch while he was standing there was turning me on. I pulled him down just so I could brush my lips above that spot. His broad shoulders were tight under my delicate hand. Splaying my fingers across them, to pull him to me, sends an electric shock through my body. The ink adorning his forearms was detailed and in our brief encounter, I couldn’t take it all in. I wonder what’s under his
“Tripp, Rex, this is my daughter, Doll, and her friends, Sass and Caroline,” Roundman introduces.
That is a quick way to squash my lust filled thoughts, hearing the words my daughter . Blondie is a doll alright, Roundman’s Doll. She’s one of a kind, that’s for sure. You shelter and protect a beauty like her. She’s the kind you treat like a fragile china doll; wrap it up and store it on a shelf for safe keeping. I don’t know why we haven’t officially met before. Although these events are crowded, one would think we would have met. I’ve always come here focused on business, maybe that’s why.
These broads are far from fresh pussy, and far beyond off limits. I hope Rex realizes this isn’t territory he wants to dip his dick in.
Doll extends her hand to me, bringing me back into the moment. “Doll is what the boys call me. My name is Delilah. This is Savannah, otherwise known as ‘Sass’, and Caroline, our friend. It’s nice to meet you.” She greets. As I shake her hand, she stands up on her tip toes, while tugging on my shoulder to pull me down she kisses my cheek.
The touch of her soft lips to my skin ignites a fire burning inside of me just under the surface. Her touch sends adrenaline coursing through my body. Before I can respond, there is a harsh voice, snapping out.
“Doll, Sass, Caroline! Asses in the kitchen!”
Looking in the direction of the noise, I see Danza in the kitchen doorway, bellowing for the girls. They giggle as they sashay away. My eyes roam up and down her back side. Damn, what an ass she’s got. It’s one of those moments, I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave. Fuck me, what a strut! That girl is a heartbreaker with one swish of those luscious hips. Tame it, Tripp.
“Sass is Danza’s daughter. Every time someone gets near our girls, he calls them to the kitchen. Won’t see ‘em again.” Roundman laughs, “Our Hellion princesses are tucked safely away in the kitchen.”
Rex and I shoot the shit with Roundman for a bit. Outside of sermon times no business is ever discussed between clubs. We are chartered clubs to Roundman. Hellions always. Brothers without hesitation. Allies and friends yes. Business partners of course. My territory is mine to run. Roundman respects his chapter leaders and doesn’t impose, but ultimately I answer to him.
One Day After
Clean up after the barbeque is always a chore. Cleaning up after anything with these guys is never a pleasurable experience, regardless of the size of the event. This barbeque is on a much larger scale. Danza quickly called us to go in the kitchen yesterday, therefore our drinking and socializing was kept to a minimum. Looking around me, I’m kind of thankful for his overprotective ass. Cleaning this with a hangover would suck.
At the time, however, I was slightly irritated. I was introducing myself to this guy named Tripp. Or was he Rex? I don’t know but, either way, he was hot as hell.
He’s at least six feet two inches tall because he is slightly taller than my dad who is right at six feet. His dark brown hair was pulled back in a knot on the back of his head, the top grown out but underneath shaved. His face is one of pure masculinity; a strong jaw line, pronounced nose, and hazel eyes with golden flecks. It’s been way too long since I’ve been laid because watching his jaw muscle twitch while he was standing there was turning me on. I pulled him down just so I could brush my lips above that spot. His broad shoulders were tight under my delicate hand. Splaying my fingers across them, to pull him to me, sends an electric shock through my body. The ink adorning his forearms was detailed and in our brief encounter, I couldn’t take it all in. I wonder what’s under his