“The scars?” he replies.
“Yes, what else besides them?”
“I don’t know. She didn’t say, and I didn’t ask. You, Stitch, and I are the only ones who know about them. I told Stitch not to tell anyone, and I’m telling you not to mention it.”
“Why would I tell anyone about them? I’m not a snitch!” I snarl at him.
Who does he think I am? I know I’m the Sergeant-at-Arms and have a reputation, but she is innocent.
“Calm down, Bear. I know you won’t tell anyone, but I had to say it,” Pres explains.
I let out a sigh. “Didn’t mean to get all upset over that.”
“Yeah, you did. I could tell with every groan from those pigs that you got angrier. And when I mentioned why she wears all that clothin’ too. You’re pissed.”
I grunt at that. Pissed is too simple for what I am feeling right now. I am livid.
“Go blow some steam off. I don’t want you killing one of our brothers for making a comment,” Pres says.
I stand and walk toward the gym. Pres made sure that in the gym I had my own little corner so I could just let go. No one can see me. It is pretty secluded. It’s soundproofed, so no one can hear how hard I’m hitting things or if I throw anything.
One time, I went to the gym pissed off and just let it all out; everyone stopped and watched me. Some of the guys even left the gym. That’s when Pres gave me my own corner so no one could see me. Apparently, several of the brothers were scared and didn’t want to see it again. I had come back from a run and had killed several people. I went to the gym blood-stained because I was so mad. They thought they could ambush me, butit didn’t work. Everyone knew where I had come from and didn’t want to be close to me in case I snapped and went after one of them. I have never hurt any of my brothers, but they don’t want to take the chance.
I don’t mind, it means I always have a spot open at the gym. I hate waiting for things. I am a very impatient man.
I walk out the back of the clubhouse and toward the gym building. Pres also wanted a different building for the gym so he could make it as big as he wanted to. He placed it in the backyard.
I walk through the gym doors and see people looking at me. Making my way toward my portion of the gym, I watch as everyone stops what they are doing to gawk. I lock the door and quickly tape my hands before heading for the punching bag. I let go, hitting the punching bag as hard as I can, releasing all my frustration and anger.
Blow after blow, I throw at the punching bag as I feel myself slowly calm down. I just imagine all the guys I want to punch in the face for making those noises during the meeting. Making those noises because of not being able to touch Brooke.
My thoughts slowly shift toward Brooke. I got to touch Brooke. Wrap my arms around her waist. I can’t help the groan that escapes me when I think of that. It felt good to have her in my arms and feel her against my body.
Blood rushes to my dick, and I stop my movements. It’s so hard to have clean thoughts when a body like Brooke’s is around the club. Despite all the clothes she covers herself with, I could still feel her silhouette. She has curves in the right spots. And the fact that I got to feel her body makes me even harder.
She doesn’t wear baggy clothing, so her curves are visible. She normally wears skinny jeans that hug her legs just right, and a long-sleeved shirt that is slightly loose, but you can still see her figure. What catches my attention the most is her skinny jeansbecause they make her look amazing, they hug her in all the right places, and just the thought of her is enough to make me groan.
My cock grows harder, imagining her wrapping those long, defined legs around my waist. Her weapons can make any man get hard and want to pound into her.
I envision myself alone with her in a room. I would make her take her clothes off slowly. The way her body moves when she takes her shirt off, letting me see her perky breasts.
“Just the pants. I want to take off your underwear and bra myself,” I interrupt her, and she obliges.
I walk toward her, placing my hands on the clasp of her bra. My fingers move expertly, undoing the clasp and releasing her full breasts from their fabric prison. Her perky tits bounce in front of my face as her nipples start to peak from being exposed. I trail my fingers over her nipples and watch them become fully erect.
I latch my mouth onto one nipple, running my tongue over it while using my other hand to knead her other breast. I pinch her other nipple, lightly biting the one in my mouth. She lets out a gasp, which blends into a breathy moan.
I quickly drop my pants and let my dick spring free. I hold onto the punching bag as my other hand goes down to my throbbing cock, and I slowly start stroking myself.
After I am done playing with her breasts, I trail my fingers down her stomach toward her pussy, leaving a path of goosebumps on her flesh. I cup her mound as my fingers slowly tease her bundle of nerves before inserting my fingers into her hot, narrow channel.
I slowly pump my fingers in and out of her. Her walls tighten around my fingers as I add a third, stretching her before aligning my dick at her entrance. I slowly push into her tight, wet pussy, filling her up the more I push in.
I groan and move my hand faster against my dick. The pressure builds as I get closer to my release. The more I pump, the hotter I get as my cock becomes impossibly hard, aching to come and relieve the high intensity.
My movements become chaotic as I chase my release. My hips buck uncontrollably before I shoot my load out. I slowly glide my hand up and down my cock, riding out my release.
I lay my head against the punching bag, catching my breath. As I slowly regain my composure, I realize I am still in the gym.
