GGS: Good Gaelic Souls A Biker Saga (G.G.S) by Pamela Murdaugh Smith Read Free Book Online Page A

none. She didn't give a shit whether somebody else understood or was offended, that was their issue.
    Sex quite frankly, was fucking awesome and frequent. He loved it when she walked over and whispered, "Hey mister, Doyawanna?" straddling his lap so that he could feel her heat as she wriggled her bottom and teased him with hot promising kisses. She had actually went out and had the word, Doyawanna? tattooed on the back of her shoulder. When someone would comment on it, she would wink and say, "I got tired of asking."  There were times when she would be somewhere, waiting in line and would hear a male voice behind her say, "Why yes, yes I do." She wouldn't turn around or say a word, but it never failed to bring a smile to her face.
    Her favorite turn on, was when Strangler would corner her somewhere, usually when her hands were full. He would kiss her and slide his hand down her top. Exposing her breast he would pull her nipple into his mouth, rapidly flicking his tongue, while using his hand to firmly rub her crotch through her jeans. Abruptly he would stop and walk away, leaving her standing there alone, wet and wanting.
    Both had a past life before they came to be together, and never did jealousy or suspicion become an issue between them. They trusted each other completely and agreed that if either one ever decided to move on, it would be amicable and without issue. Neither could imagine that such a day would ever come, but they each knew reality when they saw it.
    Everyone they met, was aware that their's was a non-traditional relationship, but the majority couldn't figure out just exactly what it was. Most women were too insecure to comprehend it, and most men secretly yearned for such an honest relationship for themselves. Women didn't know how to relate to her and men admired him like a demi-god. Neither of them felt the need to explain themselves to anyone. If questioned she would simply use the old adage, "If I had to explain it to you, you wouldn't understand." Strangler on the other hand, would just flat out tell them, "Must suck to be you."
    Her thoughts now drifted off to Samson. He too, had been extra gentle with her of late, but he was by nature a gentle soul, his passions and emotions ran deep. Much like his friend Strangler, he was opinionated and sure of himself.  Always open to new information, they would accept only what could be researched and proven, they simply could not abide ignorance on any level. He too, had a full back tat of his ancestry Castle in Ireland, however, since he was also of Scottish descent and proud to be so, he had added the Scottish motto:  "Nemo me impune lacessit", which means, 'No-one harms me without punishment'. The full back tat was something that he and Strangler had done together, it was their way of showing brotherhood solidarity and pride in their heritage.
    A long thick auburn braid, a very full beard and laughing green eyes, concealed Samson's youth.  Standing a respectfull, 5'11, his height and strong thick build immediatley captured the womens attention, but it was his personality and knowledge that drew in all that met him. For someone in their mid 20's, he was an ancient soul. Thoughtful and intelligent, combined with a wealth of talent, Samson had a singing voice that could make him a super star if he chose to take that road. A wild sense of humour and the ability to impersonate, rounded out his personality. However, his humour was often lost on those of lesser wit, or strong religious issues. Samson was an avid survivalist who excelled at hunting and fishing, but his most impressive asset was his memory. He could remember everything he read, saw or heard, chapter, page and verse.
    Realizing that her water was getting too cool for comfort and her drink was long gone, Stax washed out her bathing suit top and shorts from the day before, and hung them over the shower rod. She released the drain stopper and slowly stood up. Catching a glimpse of her relection in the