All Chapters of HOWLER M.C.: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chapter 61: Something Like A House CallLayla's Bedroom, The Quinn Residence, Backwoods, Temperance, South Dakota... When Layla awoke from her much-needed rest, she found herself alone in the house with even Brutus having been gone with her father on either another of his long drinking binges or hunting. She sighed as she set to work cleaning up the mess he left behind and turned her attention to trying to figure out what she wanted for dinner that night. She was still reeling emotionally over the fact that Brick had come to her house with Sheriff Tillman and asked about her mother. She barely recalled the impulsive blonde and her innate desire to either be famous or to be with a man that added a bit of fun to her otherwise dull existence. Layla sighed as she shuffled about the kitchen annoyed that her mother had even been the subject of topic for anyone, especially Brick Kenneally.Layla sighed as she thought back to her time at the Old Mill with Brick. The shower she took had d

Chapter 63: The Blissful Effects Of Pair BondingLayla's Bedroom, The Quinn Residence, Backwoods, Temperance, South Dakota... Blue eyes opened to find that the bedroom had been completely dark aside from the bright white glow of the moon and stars that filled the room, along with the recent chill due to the open window across from the bed. Layla Quinn found herself taking note of her naked young body beneath the lone sheet that covered her as she sat up in bed and the sheet crumbled down to her thighs and belly. Her breasts had been exposed and she gasped when she felt the slow residual ache between her thighs as she turned to face a slumbering man whom had also been naked and lying on his side on top of the sheet his bare cock jutting into the air as his snoring filled her ears and she smiled.She recalled the events of the previous afternoon and how Brick had come over after her father had left for two weeks taking Brutus with him to go hunting, and to avoid her questions about

Chapter 65: The Perks Of Carefree Indulgence The Kitchen, The Quinn Residence, Backwoods, Temperance, South Dakota... The chill of the kitchen tile beneath her skin had been the only offset to the heat that filled the lustful young body of a moaning Layla Quin as she found herself being jolted along the floor with Brick Kenneally's equally naked and much larger body on top of her giving her a run for her money in terms of his well-timed thrusts. She closed her eyes giving in to the all too familiar sensation as her heart seemed to beat in time with his as her body bounced beneath his making her breasts jiggle and her thighs flex. She couldn't seem to help herself as she gripped his bare back clawing at his exposed flesh by way of her fingernails as he thrust forward over and over again meeting her eyes as he kissed along her neck. The two of them had been so enveloped in the onset of heat and the sensation of passion as they continued to indulge not at all noticing that there wa

Chapter 67: Something Like Pillow Talk Layla's Bedroom, The Quinn Residence, Backwoods, Temperance, South Dakota... With a deep exhalation, Brick found himself resting against one of the few pillows he hadn't discarded from Layla's bed as she smiled weakly and curled up next to him, resting her weary messy head against his bare sweat blasted chest. She had liked that his tattoos showed and often ran her fingers along them tracing them softly as he watched seemingly amused. There was always an easy peace that seemed to come over them whenever they were together and as a result of it, he'd been more than pleased to be in her company whenever he could. This night had been no exception as he sat back and enjoyed the feel of her body beside his own. Layla seemed content to lay there for a while without a word as well for a moment or two before breaking the silence that had fallen between them. "Brick?" she said softly still trailing her finger along his visible tattoos. "Huh?" he r

Chapter 69: A Crying Shame Unkown Location, Unkown State (2001)... Bloodied hands had been in plain sight as the small girl huddled against a nearby wall desperate to be invisible and out of the line of sight of the angry man who had lost his temper yet again and was beating a poor sorry sod to death in the wake of it. She could see through tear-stained blue eyes that he'd been hitting the nonmoving man in a brown Sheriff's shirt over and over again spurting more and more blood as the angry man struck the bloated dead body in the wake of unbridled rage that had almost been inhuman. The terrified little girl had been unable to do much aside from tremble as the monster that had taken her from her family did a good deal of harm to yet another kind soul that attempted to adhere to her need for assistance in the wake of being taken from the only people she'd ever known and trapped with the brute that worked at the Carnival. Fear filled her tiny body but she didn't dare move, nor ma