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Me
How did it go with Dozer?
I also remember Logan complaining about texting and how much he hates technology. I snort a laugh then sober when I think about him naked. His hot, pierced cock jutting out. Wow. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in all my life. And yeah, maybe secretly I am wondering when I’ll get to see it again. I want that.
I rest my head back on the inflatable pillow and close my eyes. This is nice. My apartment is in a gated community, and while I like it, I have thought about moving somewhere bigger.
I have a few investments in my portfolio, and renting was only a short-term gig. I’ve been so busy with work, I just haven’thad time to seek out my own apartment. Now that Nova, my roommate, is practically living over at Sawyer’s, I feel like it could be the right time. I have no issue if she wants to move out. I like having company, and Nova is easy to live with, but I’m not gonna lie and say I’m not envious that she has Sawyer to go home to every night. I’ve been by myself for a while now, and I’ve done a lot in my career. I never wanted the kid thing, but I do enjoy older kids. My friend Bella, who is also Priest’s—the club’s spiritual adviser’s ol’ lady—has a creative studio called Amara’s Place. It started off as a rec center for underprivileged women where they can learn how to get new skills and offer low rental spaces for art classes and yoga. It’s fun, and we recently had a game night for one of the high schools to help raise money for camp. I really enjoyed interacting with all the teenagers who took an interest in career day, and wanted to know what I did and how they could become a lawyer, too. One of my passions is giving back. My mom may have been a trophy wife her entire life, but she donates a lot of time and money. She doesn’t just use her wealth for Hermes bags and European vacations.
All the profits from Amara’s Place go to help women and children in need. The club is also heavily involved with the Soup Kitchen; a drop-in cafe for the homeless that Priest and Bella run, with the help of Manny, the club chef, and other members of the MC and the public. We all do our bit when we can.
It makes me realize what a privileged life I have led when some of the kids don’t have parents, and can’t afford school books. I have given my own money several times when donations were super low. The joy on the kids’ faces when they got a new pair of sneakers, or books and pencils, was enough to make me teary. And I don’t cry for just anybody. Maybe I should be doing more things like that? To help people in a different way.
My phone dinging with a message pulls me out of my thoughts.
Logan.
I smirk. It only took him ten minutes to reply.
Logan
He’s great. Full of energy. Three legs hasn’t deterred his spirit
I stare at the message. For a bartender/biker, Logan is a lot more well-versed than I give him credit for. I don’t know if he went to college, nor does it matter, but he’s no dummy.
Me
That’s good. I’m glad he has you running around after him
Logan
Yeah, he seems to know all the ways to get me to feed him treats
I smirk. Now I’ve got him on the hop, I send him another text.
Me
Awww, see, small dogs can be super sweet
Logan
Lucky for him he’s cute… he’s a chewer
Me
Oh, no. He needs some chew toys
Logan
Unfortunately for me, I’m all out
I get online and start researching. DoorDash can deliver. I don’t know if I’m going a little crazy, or interfering, but I enter Logan’s address and then hit the payment button.
Me
I have some on the way
A few minutes goes by.
