Rick Grimes Boots Novels & Stories

“Dude, we just left your office. How did you piss her off already?” Luca didn’t get a chance to respond by the time I came out. “No shoes?” Simon asked me. “No.” Walking to the treadmill, I got on and started running. Grim put his arms around the top of the treadmill and smirked at me. “Are you sure your delicate feet can handle it?” Grabbing the handlebars, I used it for support as my foot came out and connected with his dick. He didn’t even see it coming. “I spent years in the woods barefooted… fuck off.” I muttered as I resumed running. Grim fell over, holding his balls.

Kane The grass was still slick with the kind of heavy, grey dew that soaked straight through your socks if you weren't wearing the right boots. I wasn't. I was wearing a pair of old sneakers that had seen better days and jeans that had a permanent grease stain on the left knee from fixing the tractor last Tuesday. I didn't care. Being the Alpha of Blackwater meant I could technically walk around in a burlap sack and people would call it a fashion statement, but mostly, I just didn't have the energy to give a damn about the optics.