I turned toCricket. “It’s all good, I get it.”
Hatch crossedhis arms. “I get that your coach will want you to look pretty for ESPN, butwhen you ride with us, you wear the uniform.”
Booker took thecut from Hatch and grinned. “Earlier you told me that your old man once toldyou that motorcycles would lead you to ruin, and that got me thinkin’. Ibelieve you’ll make a good Dog because you know when to play as a team and whento cut your own path. So, I’m proud to present this cut to our newestprospect.”
He turned thecut around, revealing the name patch over the heart.
It read, “RUIN.”
I stood instunned silence, struck by the same feelings I felt when I was presented withmy first team jersey. I was overcome with pride, a sense of belonging, and adesire to live up to Hatch and Booker’s expectations. I was suited up andofficially in the game.
* * *
Daisy
The second Dadslid Huck’s cut over his shoulders, I nearly burst into tears… or had aspontaneous orgasm. Or both.
I had myreservations about Huck prospecting for the club and even feared that Iwouldn’t like seeing him in biker ‘garb,’ but him in that cut did things to me.
Unexpected andexhilarating things.
Things in mylady regions kind of things.
“What do youthink?” Huck asked, once the group of well-wishers and congratulators haddispersed.
“Looks good,” Isaid, underplaying my reaction (let’s be honest, underplaying was theunderstatement of the century).
“Just good?” heasked, sliding a hand around my waist.
I swallowed.“Mmm-hmm.”
He frowned. “Youdon’t like it?”
“Huck.” I closedmy eyes and took a deep breath. “If you move your hand, even an inch lower, I’mgoing to come.”
“Ah, so you likeit.”
I opened my eyesand took another deep breath. “I know you have issues with fucking me under anyroof my father happens to be, but I am holding on by a thread here, so either Idrive us home right now, or we escape to the bunk room really quick.”
He smiled. “Bunkroom.”
“Correct answer,handsome.”
I grabbed hishand and dragged him down the hall, pulling him inside the bunk room andlocking the door.
“Quick, honey,”I ordered as I stripped out of my jeans.
I didn’t evenget the rest of my clothes off before he slid his jeans halfway down histhighs, and lifted me against the wall, sliding his dick inside of me.
I anchored myhands to his shoulders and kissed him. “Hard, honey.”
“Hard,what?”
It took me asecond to catch onto what he meant and then I smiled and breathed out, “Hard,Ruin.”
He obliged.
Huck
