Malo
This place was beautiful. Dawson, Isha, Mic, Ford and Davis have really built something magnificent. This is what I want. I did not grow up with money, I grew up extremely poor. But with that being said, my family and I never went without. We always had food. We grew our own, raised ducks and pigs. Traded with others. I was the only son of my parents’ five children and when I turned eighteen I told them I wanted to join the military. My family is in New Zealand, but my mother was from America and I had dual citizenship.
I joined the Marines and made many friends that turned into brothers. I lost a few of those brothers, but a few became life-long family for me. I went to Vegas when I got out. I followed one of those brothers and stuck with him for a couple of years. After that, I moved to Colorado and have been here for three years.
A friend told me about Becks Security. He had been looking online for a finance job and saw the ad. I applied right away and got the job. They paid well, the benefits were off the charts, and I was able to send money home to my family. I have been sending them everything since I was eighteen. They have put the money to good use and prospered. My family has a ranch now in New Zealand. They raise all kinds of animals now and sell the best livestock for profit. I was very proud of them. I elected to stay in America. I like it here, the freedom to be whoever you want, and to be with whomever you want
to be with.
I am now thirty-eight years old and, as I saw my friends, I grew close to this last year, and my boss and his family and the new people I have met. I am happy to see the freedom to love is practiced here. Even the little kids running around are so
carefree.
“Malo, your serve,” Mac said. That was a blast from the past. Seeing my friend Luke’s little brother. When I walked into the backyard, someone jumped on my back, and in reflex I flipped them over my shoulder, and they thudded to the
ground.
When I realized who it was, I yelled like a little b*tch, I’ll admit it. I picked Mac up and hugged him in a tight bear hug.
Now he was smiling at me across the net like the little sh*t I remembered him to be even though he was only a few years
younger than me.
I hit the ball, and it lasered right at him. His eyes widened, and I boomed out a laugh when it hit him on the forehead, but his partner Jack was able to volley it back over. I like him. He seemed like a fun guy. I was happy for Mac. When they. introduced me to their gorgeous wife and two little kids, I was happy to see Mac thrive. Mac was a lot different from his family, so seeing him here now filled me with joy.
I was distracted by a flash of color coming out of the house when an exotic beauty came into my view. I inhaled sharply. She was helping Shay bring food out. I watched as she smiled and laughed, and I could feel myself harden when her
cover flapped in the breeze and her thick thighs came into view.
“F*ck,” I whispered. The ball hit me in the side of the head and I went under the water. I came up sputtering to a roar of laughter from all of my so-called friends. “I’m out, you f*ckers. I need a drink.”
They jeered at me and I flipped them off. I got out and started to dry myself off slowly as I noticed the Nubian Goddess turned to the sound of laughter and stared at me as I walked to my towel. I stared back at her unashamed as I brushed the towel over my arms, and my powerful chest. I even made my pecs dance, and she smiled broadly and shook her head. When she turned back to the table with the food. I let out a breath. F*ck she was beautiful. I wanted to get my hands on all those curves and squeeze them, to feel all her softness. F*ck Malo, you should not be getting a boner in your
swimwear. There are kids around.
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I threw my towel on the chaise lounge and walked over to the beauty. I needed to know her name. But before I could get there, a mixed-raced man walked up to her and wrapped an arm around her waist. She turned and squealed and hugged him. Of course, she was taken. Two bikers who looked ridiculous in a pair of swim trunks and their leather cuts walked up, and she jumped into their arms and hugged them, all of them laughing.
So, it was like that. Well, might as well just go grab a drink then. I do not poach other men’s women.
“Camille, look at you, that suit is gorgeous on you,” the mixed-race man said.
“You look good enough to eat,” one of the bikers said, and I had to agree, but I did notice the mixed-race man shoot him a look and the biker grabbed him by the back of the neck and whispered in his ear. The mixed-raced man looked at him again, and if looks could kill, the biker would be dead. The other biker smacked the one in the head as the mixed-race guy smiled at Camille and told her she looked beautiful and walked away into the house. Shay went running after him.
“Savage, what the f*ck man, you know he gets jealous,” Camille said.
“I was just messing with him. What’s gotten into him lately. It’s like he can’t take a joke.”
“We’ve been on a run for a week, we just got back. No matter how much we reassure him, we don’t f*ck around on him when we are gone, he still has some insecurities, and then you tell a beautiful woman she looks good enough to eat, and you expect him to jump for f*cking joy. You know, it takes a couple of rounds with us to make him feel secure when we get back. We haven’t been back for long,” the other biker said.
“Sorry, I’ll go talk to him.”
“No, you and Rage stay here, I’ll go talk to him,” Camille said.
I watched her walk away and the jiggle in her ass was everything. D*mn the whole woman was everything.
I finished walking up to the table and looked at the two bikers.
“Hey, I’m Malo,” I said, grabbing a couple bottles of beer out of the cooler that was in front of them. I handed them each one before getting another.
Thanks. I’m Rage, this is my husband Savage.”
“Nice to meet you. Looks like you guys have a pretty gorgeous family going on. Beautiful woman, good-looking guy and you two.”
They both eyed me with furrowed brows and then they smiled.
“Oh, no. I mean the guy, yeah, that’s our baby boy, our husband James. The woman is a good friend of ours. Her name is Camille. Savage, James and I are in a relationship. Camille isn’t part of our unit.”
“Really,” I said, taking a sip of my beer and internally jumping for joy.
“You interested,” the one named Rage asked.
“Yes, immensely.”
They both nodded, eyeing me up and down. “You one of Dawson’s men?”
“Yeah, I work for him, a former Marine turned security specialist.”
“You needed to find that family unit again, right?” Savage asked.
“Yeah, I needed it and found it. Thank God.”
“That’s great man. You look like the type that would make a good biker too, so if you ever want to prospect for the Lord of Chaos, you let us know, we’ll sponsor you.”
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“Thanks,” I said. Never thought to go that route, but good to know, I have options.
“Be careful with Camille. She’s been through some sh*t, but she’s a good girl. Funny and a lot of fun. Also, have patience with her. That’s all I’m going to say,” Savage said.
I nodded, good to know. “Thanks.”
I waited for her to come back out. It took a while. I played with some of the kids. Jim’s kids were the same age as Willow and Axel, and they liked to climb all over the big guy.
When the food was ready, we all gathered and got what we wanted. I saw that Camille had a spot next to her at one of the tables and I hurried over. I sat down next to her, and she turned with wide eyes.
“Hi, I’m Malo,” I said.
“Hi, I’m Camille.”
“It’s nice to meet you. Man, I’m starving. All the food looks great. You seem to be like me and like to try everything.”
Man, I was nervous. I haven’t felt nervous talking to a girl in a long time. The light in her eyes dimmed a little and that confused me.
“Yeah, well, I like food,” she said.
“Me too. I am always eating, got to keep these muscles strong,” I said, flexing. D*mn that was cheesy.
She giggled a little. “Well, it looks like you’re doing a good job at that.”
“Yeah? You like what you see?”
Her left eyebrow rose. “Come on, you have to know you’re hot as f*ck so yeah, I like what I see. Who wouldn’t?”
The smile on my face was huge. She liked what she saw.
A pretty blonde sat next to me. She introduced herself as Lonnie. I said hi, and she asked what I did for a living. I was
taken aback and looked at Camille. She was looking down at her plate just eating.
“I work with Dawson and the guys at Becks Security. What do you do, Camille?” I asked her. She looked up with a smile,
but before she could say anything, Lonnie laughed for some reason and put her hand on my arm.
“That’s so interesting. You must make good money working for Dawson,” she said.
“Um, yeah, I do alright.” I turned back to Camille to listen to what she had to say, but Lonnie tapped my arm and laughed
like I had made a joke and I looked at her like she had lost her mind. I heard Camille chuckle.
“I am a model for book covers,” Lonnie said.
I looked at her. She was thin, had a nice rack in her small red bikini, she had blue eyes and a wide smile.
“That’s good for you,” I said.
“Yeah, I love being a model,” she started to say.
“I’m sorry, Lonnie, but I’m talking to my girlfriend. She was just about to tell me about her new job, so if you don’t mind, I’m going to get back to talking to her, okay?”
Lonnie’s mouth dropped open, and she looked at Camille. I could see in her eyes she was about to say something rude.
“Camille, let’s go over there to talk privately,” I said, pointing at one of the pool tables and chairs.
“Ok,” she said. We picked up our food and drink, and we went to a table.
“Sorry, I just didn’t want to keep hearing her yapping. So, again, what do you do?”
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She stared at me for a minute. I looked at my chest and didn’t see any food there, because sometimes I can spill, and then I picked up my napkin and wiped my face.
“Did I get it?”
“Did you get what?”
“Whatever it was you were staring at. I’m a messy eater.”
She started off with a giggle, and then it turned into a full belly laugh. She jiggled everywhere. I couldn’t take my eyes off her ginormous t*ts. I licked my lips, I wanted to suffocate myself between them.
“You surprised me,” she said.
“I did? How?”
“Well, usually when someone that looks like you starts a conversation with a pretty little thing like her, they fall all over themselves to keep her attention. I’m usually not the type of girl that men pick to talk to when there are other more prettier ladies around.”
“You’re joking. Have you looked in a mirror? Have you seen your exotic beauty? Girls like that are a dime a dozen, but you
are a rare gem.”
“Oh, oh that was good.”
“I’m being serious here. Now, I want to know more about you, so again, what do you do for a living?”
Her smile was dazzling, and all I could think was, I think I had just found my future wife.
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