Gus Waters Novels & Stories

She was sure if she tried to stand on her own she fall on her face. Gus buried his face in her shoulder for a long time. At last he used what was left of the hot water to shampoo her hair, fingertips massaging her scalp as they'd done with her body. When they were both rinsed off and goose bumps were finally popping out on her skin, Gus turned the water off, lifted her out of the shower and wrapped her in a big bath towel. He tried himself off quickly before turning his attention to her.

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.”

His tail blended into the plants. “What?” She asked, looking up at him. He motioned with his head to a tooney size bubble coming to her. She parted her lips as he motioned for it to enter her mouth. As she closed her lips the bubble popped allowing the pure water to splash her tongue. She swallowed before giggling, Derek joining her. “Another?” He asked happily. She nodded as another floated down to her. He did the same for himself and Alaska till their parched throats felt alive again.

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.

Thomas said shrugging. “SHIT! GATHER A TEAM WE ARE LEAVING IN LESS THEN FIVE MINUTES WE NEED TO FIND THEM NOW!” Director Waters yelled in a rush. “Wait a minute, what the hell is going on, my son is with them?” Thomas asked getting up grabbing his shirt putting it on. Director Waters lost her train of thought when Thomas took his shirt off. For a man who was almost fifty, he was in great shape, he had salt and pepper hair going down from his navel, then disappeared into his sweat pants, which was hanging off the V cut in his hips, all that laid on top of a barely their six pack. “Uh what was the question again.” Director Waters asked shaking her head, clearing the haze.

Who is she really? “Gus. What did you find?” I say hurriedly to Gus who’s pacing the floor, sweat clanged around his hair. Gus’s the assistant Gamma, and a Beta, so he’s basically a Gamma and a Beta, once that old Gamma retires, he’s taking over. Even though I told him to think about it, he said he would rather protect his pack with much love. I noticed since the meeting, he hasn’t really said much, well Gus doesn’t say much anyways, but the way his eyes had looked at Cleo. I am not an idiot, I know what that means.

The photographer had insisted on taking pictures with my family but Caden told them I didn't have one. “That's too bad.” Gus lifted his gaze from his phone. “I'd love to meet the woman who brought you to this earth.” My teeth ground against each other and I made a move to knock his teeth out of his mouth but Caden's hands found mine and he shook his head. “My condolences, kind sir.” Gus said in a slur. “You can survive without killing anyone, can't you?” Caden rubbed my hand and I leaned in for him to kiss me. “There you are, baby.”

Moments later, Gus emerged with his shoulders drooped as he walked back over to us. "Okay, so I've just been called a pervert," he announced through his mask. "One of those girls works with Cassandra. I hope she didn't recognize my scent." I winced my eyes as I spoke, noticing the girl whip her phone out of her purse. "I think that could be who she's texting now." Dad poured more Tequila in each of the shot glasses as well as spilling some onto the tabletop. "One more won't hurt," he pledged, prompting us to drink.