This was the table. This was the charter.
Levi put his hands flat to the table and looked around.
“… you do a double slip,” Hawk said to Brett. “Two in the front, two in the back. Makes her clench up and wiggle, which only makes things crazier…”
Everyone stared at Hawk.
He looked around and finally looked at Levi.
“Keep going,” Levi said. “We all want to hear this story. So, what happens next? You stick two fingers in her pussy, two in her ass, then what? Huh?”
“You make her come,” Hawk said. “Or you get her right to the edge and then take your hand away and replace it with your cock.”
“Which hole?” Levi asked.
“Depends on how much you want to make her scream,” Hawk said with a grin.
“With your pencil?” Zac said. “The only way you could make a woman scream is if you used your pencil dick to pop a balloon when she wasn’t looking.”
Everyone started to laugh.
Hawk stood right up without hesitation and ripped open his jeans. His right hand disappeared into the front of them and Reese turned his head.
“Fucking hell,” Reese said.
“That’s enough,” Levi said. “Let’s keep our cocks tucked away for now. Hawk, take your hand out of your pants and sit down.” He sighed. “I can’t believe I just had to say that.”
Hawk did as he was told. He plopped back down and put his hands onto the table.
“Fuck, man,” Brett said, “You should wash your hands.”
Hawk grabbed Brett’s shoulder.
Brett threw an elbow and smashed Hawk in the mouth. “Oh, fuck.”
Hawk held his face and groaned.
“Don’t touch me with your cock hand,” Brett said.
“Cock hand?” Luca growled from the end of the table. “What the fuck is this?”
Everyone at the table started to laugh.
“Anyone touches another person at this goddamn table right now, I’m going to make you put your cock on the table and I’m going to shoot it,” Levi said. “Any questions?”
The entire table went silent.
Reese smirked.
The guys didn’t listen, but when it came to their dicks, they listened. That was all part of the freedom though. Drinking, riding, fighting, and fucking.
Levi slowly sat down. “Okay. We have to talk about what’s going on around us. Just keep things up to date and keep our focus. I talked to Harvey earlier today. Met him over at the barn. Called in a phony call on a fire there. Wanted to figure out-”
The door blasted open.
“What the hell is it now?” Reese asked.
In came one of the prospects -Richie- carrying a large black tray full of drinks. A shot and a beer for everyone.