M.N.Forgy

I'm crazy, deranged, and psychotic. Half the time I'm out of my mind and feel as if my life isn't even mine. Being diagnosed with Dissociative Identity Disorder, it's an accurate description of myself.
Born an MC brat, my only dream is to wear the colors of my father's club, The Shadow Keepers. To feel the weight of the warm leather press across my back, and to be a part of something with purpose.

It wasn't until the last drop of blood dripped from my fingertips and the gun smoke faded into the night sky that I realized what was really important to me.
Him.
In a blink of an eye, I lost it all. I lost him.

There's no such thing as a Free Ride in life, and our story is an example of that.

Free Ride is created by M.N.Forgy, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Free Ride

Watching Chuckie’s Bride, Harley fell asleep in my lap sometime near the end. The weed and whiskey combo too much for her. The club had a party tonight, but her father ordered her to stay in her room this time. Those close to the club know to stay out of Harley’s pants, but if Farrah comes out around someone who doesn’t know Harley or the club rules… then that’s a bloodbath the club doesn’t need. 


Slowly, I move her head off my lap and kiss her forehead. I couldn’t help but stop and really look at her. The lights from the TV flicker across her face, and I slide my finger over her few freckles by her eye. Her skin is soft and silky. My index finger caresses her lips, and I wonder what it would be like to play out one of my many fantasies by slipping the tip of my cock between those angelic lips. 


My dick pulses and I realize I’m giving myself blue balls.


Chapter 11