Gus Waters Novels & Stories

Don’t get a hard-on. But with Trevor’s muscular thigh rubbing against his, and the almost constant necessity for Trevor to shift, Edgard fought a losing battle. His cock was so sensitive he feared Trevor’s palm on his crotch would send him over the edge. “See that?” Gus said. “Used to be a stock dam. So dry the whole damn thing dried up.” He chuckled at his own joke. “Where else do you have water?” Edgard asked. “Miller’s Creek. Snakes through the canyon, but there’s a couple flat places the cattle can get to.”

Chelsea understood the statement even as his father refused to say more than that. Waters, a renowned movie star in his late fifties, exuded an air of worn elegance. His once-chiseled features had softened, bearing the subtle scars of time. His signature blonde hair, now flecked with distinguished grey streaks, was styled impeccably to conceal the thinning at his temples.

Gus roared in a rage when he saw his men, who stood frozen on the spot. “Gus, this is quite embarrassing, don’t you think? Your own men won’t even listen to you.” One of the heirs chuckled mockingly. Gus’s face burned red. “Are you deaf? Can you not hear me?” he thundered. “My drink…” Meanwhile, Dustin wobbled slightly as he reached down as if hoping to salvage something. “Get lost!” Gus, who was in a rage, aimed a vicious kick at Dustin. In that instance, Dustin, who was half-drunk, suddenly paused and swung his fish forward without even looking up.

Gus laughed a little, sounding surprised, before saying, "Yeah. I got six littles at home. Four boys and two girls. They're all good kids. Only the oldest boy takes after me. The rest favor their mother which is a good thing since she's a looker." "I live vicariously through Gus here. No kiddies for me," Dorney chuckled. "Six!" I was shocked at the number even though wolfen families did tend to be larger than human ones. "What can I say? I'm a love machine," Gus made a kissing face at me before asking, "You want more water? I could get you some crackers too if you're feeling sickish. My wife threw up every day with all ours." I had no idea when or if they'd offer me food or water again so I

I had to get to them, I needed their help. “Mika” I called his name and it’s the first time in my life that I was actually happy to see him. “Sabine, you are…alive” Mika blurted out surprised. “You need help?” I asked, looking at Kade’s man who is startled just like Mika. “We were trying to change the pipe gasket. The pipe froze because of the cold weather making the gasket crack when Alpha Ethan commanded to turn the water on” Kade’s man said and I looked at him alarmed hearing him pronouncing the word alpha with Mika by his side.

I can already imagine the angry scowl on his face when he sees the puddle I’m going to leave on his chair because this tiny thong isn’t doing shit to keep me dry. I’m too busy enjoying my drink and thinking about how wet my pussy is to notice someone new has sat down next to me. I look over and see an older biker with one of the biggest guts I’ve ever seen on a man. He looks like the kind of man who used to have a lot of muscle when he was younger but then just made beer drinking his favorite pastime and it all went to shit. “Hey there. I’m Gus.” he says, lifting his beer to me in a toast. “I couldn’t help but notice you when you walked in and thought I’d offer to buy you a drink.”

he said with a small blush. I kissed his cheek. “You know me perfectly.” He grinned and dodged a punch in the arm from his younger brother. “He asked me for permission, you know,” Gus said, coming up beside me. “Poor guy was a nervous wreck.” I looked over at the giant man standing beside me. “What’d you say?” “He gave me a bottle of Paradisian scotch,” Gus replied. “Of course I said yes.” I laughed. “I’m glad I’m worth a bottle of scotch to you,” I teased him.

I try to turn on the shower to have my bath when I realize it’s not working. Come on’ I tap the shower head and realise my water has been cut off. I frown, my lips almost wobbling, sucking it up. I head to my water storage. This has happened too many times to count that I had to start storing water. I’m neck-deep in debt, and I have no idea how to solve this issue.

GUS. The liquor burns the tip of my tongue and I shiver. I could never get used to this, I stare outside the window that streams darkness. Time has passed by now, but I am here, drinking. “Hey. Beta Gus.” Gina, the bartender, welcomes me, “It’s getting late. You should go home and rest.”

(Winona) The sound of soft-soled shoes against the hospital floor makes me glance up from my laptop. I know those footfalls anywhere. Gus’s towering frame fills the doorway, his hands tucked casually into the pockets of a sleek black coat. He looks sharp considering his months in confinement, but the time has carved deeper lines into his face. His presence still carries that unmistakable air of control, like he’s never stopped being the man who built Nexus Global from the ground up.