pressing in where his other brother had just been. Their lips met as Brandon took her deep and slow. He was a little thicker and a lot gentler. Her orgasms were slower, but just as devastating as her body clung to him. She had gone from virgin to vixen in the span of half an hour with them.
When Jared came towards her for seconds, they all stopped when they heard noise coming from the door. Someone was coming. Clarke was thankful she was still dressed, pulling her skirt down and trying to stand on wobbly knees. The janitor stopped and looked in at her, both brothers standing back in their towels.
“Now there isn’t supposed to be any funny business in here.”
Clarke was too embarrassed to say anything. She just blushed prettily and walked past him out the door. Jared and Brandon shuffled their clothes on as fast as they could. The older man smiled to himself as he started to clean the last room of the day. “Not that I blame you.”
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Delinquent
A Motorcycle Club Romance
By: Tia Parker
Chapter 1
“In local news, the Hell Sons Motorcycle Gang was at it again, protesting the new Sheriff with thousands of bikers coming in from all over Texas. The streets were filled, clogged and they have once again, shut down Waterton township. When reporter Civ Louise moved in to ask some questions, leader Andre said they want him gone.
Police are on standby and tensions are rising. The city leaders say that even a day shutdown could cost the town thousands of dollars in lost revenue and will not be able to see how much the city will suffer financially, until the protest ends.
Until then, the small town of Waterton is getting ready for another day of protests, as the residents wait for a conclusion to this rapidly changing saga. The gang’s leader has said there will be no violence unless they are forced. They do not plan to leave until the newly elected Sheriff Thompson steps down. There is speculation to why the city is in uproar over the election, but we are hoping to find out what has sparked this as we go into day 3 of the town’s occupation.”
“Why did you talk about yourself as 3 rd person?”
“Because they usually cut the last bit of the byte, so now they can’t cut my name out.”
Namadi shook her head and turned the television off. It was the third update she had watched and as she waited it all out in the small hotel with her mother, Namadi was getting restless.
“So what do you think dear?”
She looked at her mother. “It’s good, but a bit dramatic, don’t you think?”
“A gang of burly men on bikes has taken over a small town in America. This is an occupation!”
Her daughter laughed. “You are loving this. There are names for people like you.”
Civ tried to look upset, but she couldn’t, the large smile cracking her tanned face. “Do you know what this will do to my career?”
“So you want this to last?”
“Of course! I have been waiting for my break and this is it. I have had more face time since this all started. No one else can get in now, so we are the only ones that are onsite. I can’t believe it is all because you wanted to stop and see that stupid hill.”
“It is an ancient mound made thousands of years ago.”
Civ just waved her off. She had only gone because her daughter wanted to go so bad. Ever since she had graduated, Namadi was spending time with her mother, but there were vast differences that had made their short road trip even more daunting. Now Civ was thinking that their little excursion was the best thing that she could have done for her career.
Civ had been with News channel 6 for ten years and she was still covering small town puff pieces. But now she was getting the biggest story in the area and it was hers exclusively. From the small hotel room that they were staying in, she got to see her small few minute blurbs getting picked up from all of the other