Doc (The Kings of Mayhem MC Tennessee 2)

“I want to ride your cock.”

My balls contract, remembering how she slid her legs on either side of my hips before slowly easing her wet pussy onto me.

I swallow hard and increase the speed of each hand stroke, my cock slippery with cum. I’m going to come again, and everything in my body is tensing in preparation.

“I want to feel you come inside me…”

I push my head back into my pillow, and my hand moves faster, gripping the thick shaft harder and rubbing against the head until I can’t take it anymore. I push my head back further into my pillow.

“Lily.” Her name falls from my lips as my second orgasm crashes through me. Hot spurts of thick cum shoot out of me in three powerful jerks, followed by two with less momentum. I watch them arc and then fall against my abs like thick, creamy raindrops.

Dizzy and breathless, I gulp for air and stare up at the ceiling, holding on to the rapidly fading images of my dream and not wanting to let it go, not wanting to let her go. But like an apparition, it fades away, taking Lily with it, and all I’m left with is the sinking gloom that I’ve felt every day since I last saw her.

I close my eyes and fall toward the depression.

But a sudden banging on my door pulls me back to reality.

Grabbing the T-shirt I discarded when I fell into bed early this morning, I use it to clean myself and adjust my sweatpants as another round of banging hits my door.

“Dude, are you still alive in there?” It’s Merrick. “You’re missing Church.”

It takes me a moment to work out what he’s talking about.

We don’t usually hold Church on a Saturday.

Then I remember, tonight is the Fourth of July, and tomorrow the club is holding the Annual Gannaway Memorial Ride, and Jack wants to meet to make sure everything is in place.

Wait, what time is it?

Checking the alarm clock on the bedside table, I am surprised to see it’s almost lunchtime.

“Yeah, I’m coming,” I mumble, chucking the T-shirt into the hamper across the room.

“Well, hurry the fuck up, brother. Everyone is asking where you are, and I’m getting sick of telling ‘em.”

I palm my eyes and mentally try to prepare myself for the task ahead. I need a shower. I know I should skip it and get my ass to Church because Jack has zero-tolerance for tardiness. But I don’t think my brothers will appreciate the stink of body odor and cum.

Reluctantly, I drag my ass to the bathroom and step under the warm spray, letting the water wash away the final vestiges of my dream.

Pressing my hands against the wet tiles, I feel another piece of me accept that Lily is gone for good and no amount of wet fucking dreams or jerking off is going to bring her back.

DOC

Needless to say, I’m late to Church.

“Nice of you to grace us with your presence,” Jack says from the head of the table.

I’ve never been late to Church before.

Just add that to the long list of shit I’ve done differently over the last four months.

“Won’t happen again,” I say as a way of an apology and take a seat next to Ares. The silent giant gives me a blank look before turning his attention back to Jack.

“You know why you’re all here,” Jack says, leaning forward and resting his forearms on the table in front of him. His chunky silver rings glint in the dim light. “Tomorrow is the Annual Gannaway Memorial Ride…” a low murmur hums throughout the room, “… and I want to make myself real clear that y’all turn up on time. There'll be a lot of press, and we want to make sure we get their attention… for Sofie and Bobbi-Lynn’s sakes.”

Sofie and Bobbi-Lynn Gannaway were teenage cousins who disappeared while visiting a local swimming hole the day after the Fourth of July, thirteen years ago. Two days later, their bodies were found in the woods, murdered.

He turns to Merrick. “The floor is yours, brother.”

Merrick was in high school with Sofie and Bobbi-Lynn. They were close friends and hung out, and their murders had a severe impact on him.

When he joined the Kings of Mayhem as a prospect shortly after graduation from high school, he convinced the club to take up the cause to keep the unsolved crime in the media and came up with the idea for a charity ride.

To this day, no one knows what happened to Sofie and Bobbi-Lynn or who did it. So, every year the Kings of Mayhem ride in honor of their memory and to keep their story relevant in the public eye. It’s always been a massive success, and every year the mass turnout gets their tragic story back in the news without fail every single time. It’s also a fundraising event, and all the proceeds go to the family to finance private investigations. They make a pretty penny, too, because a lot of people ride from all over Tennessee to join the Kings of Mayhem on the only public ride we do.