Page 1 of Laying it Bare Biker Style: Ryder

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~Ryder~

“I need to get some pussytonight. It’s been too long.” Grayson smirked at me over the top ofhis beer mug as we sat in a booth at ‘Millie’s’ having lunch. Hewas what I referred to as a pretty boy at our MC. How the hell hehad earned the title of Officer of our South Carolina chapter ofTwisted Flames in Aiken, I had no fucking clue. With dark hair cutprim and proper, bright blue eyes, and usually not much more than afive o’clock shadow coloring his jaw, I expected him to grace thecover of GQ magazine or some shit, not grace the same MC in which Iwas a member.

Well, not just a member, but theSergeant at Arms. I had the same color of hair as Grayson but Ikept mine long – past my shoulders – and usually pulled back into aponytail. Otherwise, the wavy strands got in my way while I wasworking on bikes and cars, in the middle of a fight, or fucking mylatest acquisition for the night.

“You fucked Tara again, inthe bathroom, at the clubhouse, before we left this morning, whichI really didn’t want to hear. She sounds like a goose getting itsfeathers plucked while she’s in the throes of passion. Or whateverit is you do with her.” I grunted before taking another bite of myoverloaded cheeseburger.

“I had pent up frustrationI needed to vent. Besides, she gives amazing blow jobs.” Shrugging,he popped a fry into his mouth.

“Maybe if that was the onlytime she opened her mouth, I would consider hitting that.” And Ishared his frustration. Earlier this morning, we had discovered tworats from the Pyro Devils vandalizing the walls around ourcompound. Grayson and I had wanted to pound the shit out of the twowho weren’t even Prospects but pawns and barely teenagers. But ourproposal was axed by our Prez. Instead, we had to oversee the ratsas they cleaned up their mess. And as for fucking out my agitation;there were only two girls at the MC I ever fucked and it wasbecause they actually had personalities. Most of the time, I foundsomeone when I was out, fucked her at her place, and then left.“Tonight, after our meeting, we should head over to the next townand find some new pussy. Think you can wait that long?” Truth was Iwas itching for some pussy myself. Last night neither Angel norMisti were around so I headed back to my apartment after I had wona tournament of darts and had a late night date with my righthand.

“There’s always the cutewaitress who has given us exceptional service so far.” Graysonwinked at the adorable red head with the girl next door face –causing her to blush and release a quiet giggle. He’d defile herfor sure. Poor thing didn’t stand a chance.

“If that’s your plan, makesure I’m out in the truck first.” Chuckling, I shook my head. WhileI would give my life for any one of the members of our club, therewere only a handful I really hung out with outside of the club.Grayson was one, as well as Axel and Gage. Skip, Bolt, and Hedgedidn’t grate on my nerves too badly but other than that, the otherswere family I took care of but that was it. We ALWAYS took care offamily, no matter how annoying. My phone pinged so I pulled it outof my pocket to unlock the screen.

Remus: check out PyroDevils’ club

Remus: heard theyintercepted our merchandise

Remus: might just be aruse to stir up more shit between our groups

Remus: goanyway

Me: is this a now or atour convenience thing

Remus: supposedlyunloading now, so now

Me: on it

“Prez wants us to check outPyro Devils’ compound. Might be stealing our shit again or someoneon the outside might be using this as a ploy to cause moreantagonism between us. He wants us to scope it out. They’reunloading shit now.”

“Have to wait for mypussy.” Grayson grumbled as he dropped a fifty onto thetable.

The two of us rose and rushed out tothe truck. We had left our choppers back at the clubhouse since wewere making a run for parts we needed for the shop.

“We’ll have to come backthrough since we didn’t get to the auto shop yet. You can grab somepussy then. I’ll shop; you can fuck. See what a great friend Iam.”

“Aww, you’re my bestie.”Blowing me a kiss, Grayson started the truck and steered in thedirection of our rival club’s place. “Hopefully she’s still there.I doubt anyone cute works at that auto parts place.” He smirked.But then his expression grew grave. “Did Remus want us to doanything if we do find them unloading our stuff?”

“He didn’t say either way.Just to check it out. Once we have more information orconfirmation, I’ll text him for further instructions.”

About ten minutes later, Graysonpulled off the road and parked under a small copse of thick pinetrees, hiding our truck as best he could. After we snatched ourweapons out from under the seats and stashed them in the waistbands of our jeans, we trekked the rest of the way to the compound,keeping close to the tree line. But it was difficult keeping ourfootfalls light. We were huge ass men wearing heavy boots. Ofcourse the leaves and twigs were going to crunch under our feet – Iwas six two and around two hundred sixty pounds and Grayson was myheight and close to if not heavier.

After we trudged along about sixtyyards, we paused at the outer perimeter where their compoundproperty ended, surrounded by chain link fencing and a manned gateat the entrance, before circling around to the back to hide underthe cover of trees there. My background in security – one of themain reasons I had received the position I held at the club –helped me to navigate where would be a great place to positionourselves so we could get a good view but remain undetected. Whileit wouldn’t gain us access to the compound, it provided a greatvisual and then we could plan from there, if needed. From the coverof an overgrown bush, Grayson and I crouched down and focused ourstares at the incoming truck backing into the facility’s storagearea that was just a huge add-on shed at the back of theircompound.

When the door on the back of the truckrolled up, I cracked my knuckles, wondering if we were going to getto bash some skulls today after all. We weren’t a club full ofcriminals – although I was sure some of the older members spentsome time in prison but never asked because I didn’t want my asshanded to me – but we did resort to violence if it was necessary toensure justice was served.

Figuring the guys hauling the boxesout of the back were preoccupied with their task, Grayson and Istepped out from our cover but still out of sight of surveillance.My eyes had caught the cameras strategically placed around theirperimeter during our trek up to the spot we were currentlyoccupying so I was pretty certain where to station our asses sothat we remained out of sight.

After the first load came down, I letout a sigh. “I’m not sure if I’m relieved or pissed off we don’thave a reason to resort to violence today. I don’t know how wewould have fended just the two of us, but it sure would have been ahell of a lot of fun.”

Grayson smirked over at me. “But thenI definitely wouldn’t have been able to tap that sweet thing backat the diner. Let’s get out of here so I can still catchher.”

However, the crunching of branches andforest floor snapped our attention to our uninvited visitors. Asplit second later, Grayson and I whipped our guns from our pantsand trained them on the two figures.

Pip released a full bellylaugh as he ran his hand through his dirty blond hair, his yelloweyes amused. “You’re trespassing onourproperty and have the nerve topull guns onus.”

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