All Chapters of Anarchist: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

What I should've said was no thanks and gone on my merry way. But did I mention that Ginger Lee has a rack that only the hands of the creator could've fashioned? Not to mention the most amazing cornflower blue eyes?Instead of giving her the company line about being involved, I decided to play along. "You married?""If I was, would I be sitting here hitting on you? What kind of girl do you take me for?" She got out of the car, which I should've told her not to had I been thinking.I was trying to do the right thing. The thing with Cindy was still new, but we'd been working our way there for a long fucking time. Did I really want to mess that up for a one-night stand?I was fighting the good fight there until she got out of the car, and I saw that ass of hers. Now don't judge me too harshly, but you've got to understand the package that is Ginger Lee.How many 'big girls' do you know with the confidence of ten supermodels and the fucking balls to back that shit up? It's not somethi

I bypassed the guys that were hanging around the clubhouse and went to my room. I eased the door open just to be on the safe side.Huh, so that's the kind of mood she's in, is it. She was wearing the red wig today; that means she's feeling dirty, and my dick is in for a workout.Ginger has more wigs than I don't know what. She has one for every day of the week. I never know just who the fuck I'm going to meet from one day to the next, but as much as I get a kick out of her get-ups, I much prefer her natural black curls."Hey, baby." She turned at the sound of my voice, and I almost swallowed my tongue. She was wearing a bustier under her open robe-all black lace with ribbons and shit, with her tits hanging out the top.Ginger Lee has gravity-defying tits. There's no sag in the shits, and I have spent hours examining them for silicone, but there is none. It's all her, all thirty-six DD of them.I walked deeper into the room and started taking off my shirt. It had been days since we

We split up on the crest near the Davis's ranch, and I headed for the trees with my trusty rifle. Always before, I would be down there in the midst of my guys, but Davis always slipped away. This time I was going to pick him off if he tried to get away.I had men surrounding his place so that there was no escape route open to him. I wasn't too worried about his hired muscle; if they got in the way, I'd burn them too, but my fight wasn't with anyone else but Davis and sheriff Bailey.When I got the signal that they were in place, the first shot rang out, and there was pandemonium down below.Men's voices were raised in surprise, and the sound of feet beating tracks could be heard.The guys knew they didn't have to kill anyone unless it was necessary, but we aimed to do as much damage as possible, so they won't be a next time.I kept my eye trained through the scope looking for that head of salt and pepper hair that was burnt into my corneas.While my boys were cleaning up the riff

"Where the fuck did she just come from?" Clay and Kyle both looked in the direction of the quickly retreating young girl."Oh shit, I think she just left Brand's room," Kyle answered with a look of shock on his face. Fuck me, that's all the fuck I need now.I was still dealing with what happened last night. I was expecting the sheriff to be on my ass any minute, but he couldn't prove shit; I made sure of that.The men who had ridden with us were never going to talk, and no one had seen any of us. There will be suspicion, of course, and the son was still in the wind, but I wasn't worried.The sheriff was the least of my worries; in another day or so, I'll start on my campaign against him. But if what I was looking at is what I thought, then there was going to be even more fucking trouble.I headed off to Brand's room with a splitting fucking headache. I knocked and entered before he could answer."Damn, bro, cover that shit." Clay the ass dropped down on the bed beside Brand and p

If there's one thing keeping me from tipping over that line, it's the fact that she dresses like a lady. No unnecessary skin showing, no tit shots, or too tight jeans. This way, I was able to control my baser instincts when we were alone together in that big old house.I don't think I could've dealt with her sweetness, her slight flirtations, and a naked ass all at once. But if she was going to move her ass like that when she walked...I just shook my head and went about my business.I need to get laid, and soon, it's been way too long. I'm pretty sure Dana Sue would take offense if I nailed one of the sheep that hung around here, and since I wasn't about to dig myself in any deeper with her, I might have to rub one out. ***I pretty much put her and the whole situation out of my head until it was lunchtime. I found myself getting excited at the thought of seeing her. I had to stop myself from smiling like a simpleton when I opened the door, expecting to see her smiling face waitin