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He stuffed his phone back in the pocket inside his kutte and glanced up wondering what they would say about it, but no one seemed to be paying him any attention.
He rolled his neck, stretching and listening to his neck pop.He glanced around, noting what everyone was doing.Steel and Colt seemed to be taking turns on the video game while Watt sat in the corner with his phone in his hand.Talon didn’t know what he was doing on it and he wasn’t about to ask.He didn’t want to know badly enough to risk what the answer might be.He’d been there, done that, once.And that was enough.When the older man had flat out told him what he’d been watching, down to the kinks of his porn of choice, Talon had decided he would never ask again.There were some things he just didn’t need to know about his brothers.
Now, since they were all occupied and he had other things on his mind, he headed for his bunk to grab his sweats, he needed a shower.Living in the bunkhouse like this didn’t give a guy much privacy.There had been talk of building a more traditional clubhouse, but nothing had happened yet.
As it was right now, only the single brothers lived in the bunkhouse.Those that had found old ladies had found other places to stay, whether it was cabins or like Jake, a trailer parked behind the bunkhouse.If they had a more standard clubhouse, they would all have their own rooms and depending on how they did things, those rooms could be more like apartments, and then his brothers wouldn’t be moving out like flies dropping as they found the women they were meant to be with.Maybe he’d bring that up at the next club meeting, see if they could make a little progress on whether or not they were going to build, maybe start the plans.
He didn’t know what it would take, but he needed some space of his own.Talon carried his things to the bathroom and stripped down, wondering if his brothers had already showered or if one of them might come in for a shower of their own.Sleeping in bunkbeds was less than ideal when it came to getting off, leaving him with the options of the shower, if he was alone or finding some out of the way place to jack off.Unless he was willing to have an audience.While he wasn’t above a little sharing once in a while, if everyone was into it, he was not into jacking off with an audience.
The mental image of Madison sitting across the table at the restaurant flashed in his mind.Well, maybe a certain audience, if she was into it, but not his brothers.Doing that kind of thing in front of his brothers was not the turn on it was when he thought of jerking off in front of Madison.Of course, along with that thought came the mental image of her playing with herself.
He stripped out of his clothes, dumping them into one of the many baskets on one wall, and palming his already hard cock as he stepped into the communal shower area and turned on the water.After adjusting the temperature, he stepped under the spray, still unable to push the image of Madison, spread open and toying with her clit, her eyes watching him for his every reaction, from his mind.
He took care of business first, scrubbing down, washing his hair, that kind of thing, then still unable to keep the image of Madison out of his head, and having tried and been unsuccessful at getting his cock to calm down, he took the matter into hand.He added a little shampoo to his palm then worked his hand up and down the length, squeezing a little at the tip.He pictured Madison in front of him, her fingers working back and forth over her clit, the other hand squeezing and kneading one tit.It didn’t take long for him to feel the fire starting at the base of his spine.He continued working his hand up and down his length and before long the fire shot up his spine, he bit his lip to keep from crying out as he found himself erupting all over his hand.
He stood under the spray, letting the water wash away the mess he’d made as he took a moment to come back to himself then finished his shower.
Later, as he lay in bed, he wished again he had some space of his own as he found it difficult to keep Madison off his mind.It wasn’t easy to fall asleep with a hard on.
6
Madisonmadeittowork the next morning on time, barely.She’d slept through her alarm and woke with just enough time to throw on a clean uniform and put her hair up in a messy bun before rushing out the door and pushing the speed limit, just a little.
When she clocked out at the end of the day it was all she could do to gather her things and walk out to her truck.It wasn’t until she was in the driver’s seat, the doors locked that she noticed the folded piece of paper under her windshield wiper.
Pins and needles prickled over her entire body, and she fought the urge to look around and see if someone was watching.She didn’t want to know.Knowing would only make her more nervous.Instead, she started her truck, and pulled out of the lot as if there was nothing out of the ordinary.She went about her business, stopping at the post office on her way home, and grabbing the note before she went into the building, but she didn’t read it, not yet.She wasn’t ready to give whoever had left it the mental energy she suspected it would take.Instead, she added it to the mail she pulled out of her box and carried it back out to the truck.She’d deal with it later when she dealt with the rest of her mail.
Back in the truck, she went home, but before getting out of the truck, she made sure to look around and be sure she didn’t see anyone waiting for her.Then she went through her usual routine of making sure she had all her bags over one shoulder and her kuboton between the fingers of her other fist, just in case.She’d learned before moving to Newcastle that it was better to be prepared.That was something her father had taught her.Now that he was gone, she often found herself wanting to call and ask him something.The longer he was gone the more she realized that the things she wanted to ask him were mostly things he’d already taught her.But for some reason she didn’t understand, she didn’t trust herself or more accurately, her skill.She wanted to ask him to confirm what she thought she should do.
Madison wished, not for the first time, that her father had at least one good friend, someone she could go to when she had these questions.But his only friend had changed, almost the instant her father had passed away.
While her father had been alive, Billy had seemed almost the perfect friend.He and her father had helped each other with big jobs, done nearly everything together and seemed almost like brothers, at least as far as Madison could tell.
Her father hadn’t even been laid to rest yet when Billy had changed.He’d started looking at her differently, then touching her.Not in any way that Madison could say was wrong, but it made her uncomfortable.When she’d said something to him about it, he’d dismissed it as her just being too sensitive.He’d sworn he was just trying to be there for her in her time of need.
But it hadn’t ended there.Over time he’d become more aggressive, even insisting that she move in with him so he could take care of her.She’d refused.When he told her that she belonged to him, her father would have wanted it that way, she knew she had to get out of the only home she could remember living in.She’d known she would need to find a job, she didn’t have enough money to continue on her own much longer without one, even living the way they did.But Billy had lit a fire under her ass and made her do it sooner than she probably would have on her own.
She shook her head and forced her attention back to the here and now.Dwelling on the past would do her no good.Focusing on now and on the future was the only way to keep going, to keep from getting bogged down in her emotions.
She kept her eyes open and continuously scanning the area as she made her way to the building and up the stairs to her apartment.She didn’t let her guard down until she was inside the apartment, with the door locked and deadbolted.Only then did she feel like she could take a deep breath and relax.
Madison kicked off her shoes and closed the door.She’d replied to the text he’d sent the night before and they’d chatted for a little while before she’d gone to bed.Now she couldn’t help but think about him and wonder what he’d been up to today.Had he thought about her at all today?She hung her purse next to the door where she kept it and carried the small bag of things she’d bought after her shift had ended into the kitchen where she unloaded it and put everything away, except the mail.That she put on the edge of the counter to deal with while she waited for her food to heat, then she pulled a frozen meal from the freezer, and double checked the instructions before putting it in the oven to heat, making sure to turn the oven on and set a timer.She’d made both of those mistakes more than once before.
That chore done, she picked up the stack of mail and sorted through it, dropping the obvious junk mail straight into the trash and setting aside what she knew were bills to the stack where she kept bills until it was time to pay them.She was left with two envelopes, both of which she suspected were junk, but would open them to be sure, and the note from her windshield.Since she wanted to find out what that was the least, she pulled out a knife and slit open the two envelopes first, confirming they were junk, she dropped them in the trash then stared at the folded sheet of paper for several seconds, wondering if maybe she should just throw that away too.
After what felt like an eon, but according to the timer on the oven was actually less than a minute, she took a deep breath and forced herself to pick up the paper.She had to know what it said.If only so she could be prepared for whatever was coming.Whatever Billy would do next.She needed to know, but she didn’t want to.Still, she unfolded and read it.
“Don’t think I am not aware of what you’re doing.It’s a good thing you didn’t take that biker home with you.That would have been a mistake.Giving away what is mine.I would have been forced to make you both pay for the indiscretion.
“Enjoy your little adventure into the world because you’ll be back with me soon.We’re destined to be together forever.You will see that soon.
“Yours for eternity, Billy.”
Madison had to fight the urge to ball up the paper and throw it in the trash, or even more tempting, light it on fire and let it burn to ash.She knew she needed to save it.So instead of giving into the temptation to destroy it, she took it to the file she’d started when she moved to Newcastle and Billy had started this shit.
At first, she’d taken the notes to the police.Not that they’d done anything.They’d said there was nothing threatening in the letters and they had only her word as to who Billy was.The name was common enough it could be nearly anyone.Add in the possibility that someone wasn’t using their real name, and it really could be anyone.In the end, they’d given her a long list of excuses and done nothing to help her.
So she’d taken her safety into her own hands.She had several pistols and kept them stashed around her apartment so there was nearly always one within reach.She even kept one in her truck, but she was careful not to reach for it unless she felt she needed it, and immediately, because she didn’t want to tip whoever might be watching her that she had it.
