Page 31 of Law Maker

Snake liked to use his dick a lot and Lawless had to wonder why he wasn’t using it right now in the clubhouse. There was plenty of pussy floating around for the taking.

He didn’t answer Lawless’ question. Instead, Snake stopped his pacing, let his head hang off his neck and pierced Law with his eyes. “I saw you; you know.” his voice as pained as his face.

Lawless had to wonder if this kind of work was good for a man like Snake.

“Came up to your cabin, the boys and me, they stayed with the bikes. You weren’t in the house, so I came around back. Heard some noises and I took a look in the lodge window.”

A tickle of humor touched Lawless’ throat wondering how long Snake had kept his secret.

The boys knew how he was.

Lawless didn’t lie.

He wasn’t a closeted …anything.

“Saw some guy strung up and you were hurting him. He was getting off on it.”

He couldn’t put a name to the description, but Lawless had a fair idea what Snake saw.

It wasn’t how Snake was talking about Lawless’ kinky side.

It was the way his friend was breathing.

Deep.

Rough.

Rapid.

Cutting his gaze up and over Lawless.

And then he knew.

He fuckingknew.

He got the first twinge in his dick. Ignoring it at first as Snake continued to tell him what he already knew. He’d spied on him and one of the submissive fish that took his fancy.

And the more he talked, the greater his agitation as he started to pace again.

Irrational.

The garage was frigid and puffs of air came from both their mouths.

The bottle hanging from Snake’s hand was half empty and Lawless hooked it up and dumped it on the workbench.

“Come with me,” he insisted, roughly and turned on his boots towards the door.

“Where?”

He didn’t repeat himself, instead he walked away.

Snake followed.

Through the clubhouse, the revelry in full effect.

Probably not for Rider, he was dealing with his own issues. But everyone else was having a grand old time.

Lawless ignored it.

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