Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Even when I was shot in the head, it wasn’t that bad.
Any other pain, I’d found, was something I could ignore if I had a need to.
A raging erection with no way, nor time, to alleviate it was a major pain in the ass. Especially when you were in court the whole fucking day.
“What happened?” Raven asked, reading my face.
I looked over at Alison whose shoulders were shaking as she filled up her mug, and I glared at her, not bothering to answer.
Mig, the shithead, did.
“Wolf had gotten into a skirmish the night before,” Mig said, his eyes lit up in mirth.
I had to laugh at Mig’s words. The fight hadn’t been a ‘skirmish.’ It’d been a knockdown, drag-out fight that had nearly ended with me losing half my hand.
Lucky for me, the man I was bringing down had been too drunk to see which end of the ax he’d swung at me.
To protect my face, I’d thrown up my hand in hopes to halt its forward progression toward my face, and found myself with a throbbing hand to show for it.
After subduing the guy, I’d taken him to the sheriff’s office, gone to the clubhouse for a quick shower and a few hours of shut eye. The next morning, I had hurriedly grabbed a couple of pills before heading to the courthouse two towns over to testify in a case I’d been a part of.
I’d hurriedly tossed back two pain pills, but what I hadn’t realized was that as a joke, one of the members had put a bottle of Viagra—an erection inducing pill that helped you stay hard for hours—into the cookie jar.
I’d swallowed a pill along with my pain pill, not realizing what I’d taken until later that morning.
“And while he was in court the whole day, he had a raging erection that wouldn’t go down for nothin’,” Mig continued with the story.
My grimace didn’t even stop him from telling it all, all the way down to the very nitty gritty.
“So he’s sitting on the stand, sweating fucking buckets, and he’s dying of blue balls,” Mig persists. “We all wondered what the hell was going on, but never figured it out until later that night when he comes in, hot as a hornet, and walks straight to the cookie jar and finds those in it.”
Raven burst out laughing, her eyes filled with happiness as she turned to me.
“That’s…funny,” she grins. “I’m sorry.”
“It was funny. But he’s never let us forget what happened to him,” Mig supplies. “Fucking hilarious, but he’s gotten us all back a time or two now.”
“How?” Raven asks, her eyes wide.
Mig grimaces.
“There are a lot of pills that look like that white one in your hand,” Mig gestures to the pill that Raven had yet to take.
Raven’s eyes went wide, and she looked at the pill like it was some mutant that was about to kill her.
“It’s the right one,” I told her. “The pill has those markings right there.”
I indicated the letters in the pill, and her whole body sagged with relief.
“Good,” she whispered, searching the room for something.
“Drink?” I questioned.
She nodded, and I walked to the fridge.
Pulling out a Coke and a water, I held them both up to her.
“Which one?” I asked.
She pointed to the water, and I put the Coke back before handing the water over.
She took the pill and downed half the water.
I looked at her in surprise.
“That’s impressive,” I said.
“Would be more impressive if she could do that with a beer and not water,” Mig offered as he left the room.
Raven giggled, and I took another step away from her.
Giggling wasn’t normally something that did it for me, but those cute sounds coming out of that mouth made my deflating dick start to harden once again.
She frowned at my sudden departure, but I turned my back on her and walked out of the kitchen, straight to the living room window that overlooked the lake.
The clubhouse was an open concept house. The kitchen flowed into the living room and dining room. It appeared to be one large room, and each side of the large area had doors that led to hallways. The hallways led to the bedrooms that flanked each side of the house. Four on one side, and three on the other.
One of those rooms we used as our meeting room, or ‘church’ as some of us liked to call it.
My eyes took in the river that swelled over its usual banks, coming to just a few feet from the balcony instead of where it typically stopped, about fifteen feet from the balcony.
Caddo Lake was beautiful anytime, but in early spring when the trees had the fresh green leaves of new life was my favorite.
The water being up so high didn’t take away from the natural beauty of the lake, but instead enhanced it.