Frost (Rolling Thunder MC Birmingham Book 3) by Candace Blevins

Author:Candace Blevins [Blevins, Candace]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kaleidowords Publishing
Published: 2020-07-16T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Frost

Oh yes. We’d be exploring the practice of lost orgasms in the future.

I cleaned her and then held her until she dropped into a sound sleep, and I wasn’t far behind. Damn, but this woman had nearly undone me with her need.

I barely awakened in time for church the next morning. I’d planned to wait another week to bring up Cheyenne, since we had so much to cover this week, but Squatch brought her up, explained his proposal, and told Mad Dog to bring it to a vote. Without any discussion, it was a unanimous vote. He’d talked to everyone ahead of time, and I loved him for it. He was looking out for me.

“Thanks, Brother.”

“Always.”

Mad Dog explained the test we’d designed for the prospects, explained we had more now than we’d ever had at a single time, and it was important we test them as a group more often than before, just to be safe. No one demanded it be brought to a vote, so it wasn’t. Easy as pie.

And then came the officer votes. As expected, Dementor and Clean were voted enforcers. Mad Dog said we’d wait until after the first of the year to vote in a vice-president, and I had a feeling he was hoping Bobcat had joined us permanently by then.

He’d make a great VP.

When he brought up road captain, everyone wanted Mad Dog to continue with that job, so he let it drop. I figured a few of the third-level prospects would do a good job, eventually. Perhaps he had someone in mind for it.

There’s nothing quite like a motorcycle club starting up before a ride. It’d been even better when we’d had nearly fifty members, but now, with eleven members and nine prospects, it was still an impressive sound.

We followed Mad Dog east on Highway 20 a ways before heading south to the Talladega Scenic Drive. Eventually, we came out at the south end of the national forest, stayed on back roads until we hit Highway 65, and completed the circle by heading north, back towards Birmingham. However, we got off at the Oak Mountain exit and made our way to some land the MC had recently purchased. We'd bought it for the land and not the large warehouse, but since we hadn't demolished it, this was the perfect spot for our needs.

Mad Dog had told the prospects we’d have two follow cars today, the van with the sweetbutts, and a car with a special surprise.

And so, he led the two pro-subs into the warehouse, and I calmly helped him put partial bondage hoods on them. The hoods covered the eyes and top of the nose, but left the nostrils and mouth free, so the submissive could breathe. A bit gag kept them from easily forming words, but their orders were to beg for relief, to beg not to be hit anymore, and if Clean said they’d be understandable, I believed him.

Everyone in the room was a shapeshifter, so we could speak about it freely until we started filming.

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