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“Water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink,” I ernail around the rilass
A throaty laugh carried over theonly thrashed by true lovers of the genre
Bikers Of course The original rockers Rebels without a cause The one percent that the AMA said didn’t stay inside those carefully drawn lines that governed society
Outside the law
Outlaws, in other words
And so off-limits
Despite the fact that if there was any case of spontaneous orgas look courtesy of thethe shit and dripping male beauty all over the place
It couldn’t be done, though They couldn’t be done By me, at least
Most rules were made to be broken here I’d broken a lot myself Almost all of them, actually Just not that one I’d set forwater in this world when I started flailing nine years ago Or, if anted to get really specific, two decades ago
“Babe, you could drink,” Rosie tolda sip before she raised her perfectly groomed eyebrows at me
She gestured across the party with her beer, the movement fueled with drunken excitement so white foalass
“You could drown,” she corrected, waving the bottle at the sea of leather, not noticing the fact that she atering the yellowing laith her beer
I gazed at the very sea ere in the midst of The one I was more than used to Not that you were exactly i I’d been involved with the Sons of Templar—which was since Rosie and I beca escape after becoet used to the fact that an unsightly percentage of their le of models when they decided to do an “Outlaw Chic” shoot
Though, these roomed or sculpted or one-dimensional They were real Three-dimensional men eren’t perfect by society’s standards because they didn’t live in a society where men paid three hundred dollars for haircuts and looked in the mirror more than I did
No They lived in a world where their chiseled and droolworthy azines They were to stay alive
To fight
To endure
And shit, did they endure well
“No,” I er, from the New Mexico chapter His eloith a look that I’m sure melted many a panty Mine even felt deceptively hot Even with the scarShit, the scar made him