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

“Fucking perfect,” I groan. Pushing my hand along her spine, her body bends just right and I lower my head. I flick her nipple with my tongue, swirling it in my mouth before nipping it gently.


One hand on each of my cheeks, she looks up at me with glossy eyes.


“I’ve wanted this for so fucking long,” I confess, kissing her tit.


Her eyes widen like this is news to her.


“Fuck me, Benji. Fuck me like one of your club whores.” 


“I’ll fuck you, but I’ll never disrespect you like a club whore. Do you understand?”


Her lashes flutter before she nods softly. 


Lacing my palm with hers, I lower her to the dusty ground, my knees straddling her body. The mounds of used parts and broken motorcycles from over the years conceal us from everyone at the club. It’s just me and Harley. She looks up at me with scared eyes, not sure what to do next.  


Chapter 18