by Ana Night
“Who the fuck are you? Where’s Sean?”
Joker stepped half in front of Gabe which would’ve pissed him off if he hadn’t realized how serious this situation could get.
The blond man raised his hands, a slight smile on his lips.
“There’s no need for that. Sean went out of business. Permanently. I’m in charge now.”
“And who the fuck are you?” Joker snarled.
“I’m Wade. Now, I want to know exactly what Sean did for you, because no one seems to know and there’s no records of it. What I do know, is that he seemed to make a lot of money off of you.”
“It doesn’t matter. No Sean. No deal,” Joker said.
“C’mon, now. We both know how this’ll go if you don’t cooperate.”
“If you’re serious about wanting a new deal with us, you’re sure as shit going the wrong way about it,” Gabe said, crossing his arms over his chest.
Wade’s gaze shifted to Gabe. He felt Joker’s glare but ignored him and stepped forward.
“We’re not gonna make a deal with you until we know what kind of man you are,” Gabe said.
Wade’s lips twitched. “I’m a resourceful man.”
Gabe knew what kind of people the club wanted to do business with, and this man was not it. But pissing him off like Joker was doing probably wouldn’t end well for them. He’d much prefer getting out of there alive.
“What happened to Sean?” Gabe asked.
“Someone killed him.”
“Who?”
Wade’s laughter made Gabe’s skin crawl.
“We’ll take what’s ours and then we’ll inform the rest of our club about the changes here. Then we can make a decision on whether we want to continue to do business with you,” Joker said.
“I don’t think so. I don’t make it a habit to give away things for free,” Wade said.
“We already paid for it.”
“I can’t be sure of that. No records, remember?”
Gabe took a step forward, half in front of Joker to cut him off before he said something that got them killed.
“We’ll discuss this with our club and perhaps, in the meantime, you’ll have found those records. Otherwise, I’m sure we’ll find a receipt of that payment,” Gabe said.
“You do that,” Wade said, his cold eyes boring into Gabe’s.
Gabe gave him a nod of his head and turned around. He met Joker’s gaze for a split second, and he knew he was in for a lecture by the angry look he got. Joker followed after him and Gabe didn’t breathe right before they were both out of the building. He headed for their bikes.
“I told you not to say anything,” Joker hissed, grabbing Gabe’s arm to pull him to a stop.
“What the hell was I supposed to do? You were making it worse and if he didn’t think he was getting anything out of it, what do you think the odds were that he’d just kill us?”
Joker grunted. “I’d have killed them first.”
“I know how good you are with a gun but how would you have done against the other men he had there as well? While protecting me. Because, let’s face it, that’s exactly what you would’ve done.”
Joker didn’t say anything, which Gabe considered an answer in itself.
“What is it Sean had of ours?”
Joker glanced at him, then over his shoulder. He grabbed Gabe’s arm and dragged him to the side of the nearest warehouse. When Joker spoke, he kept his voice low and his eyes on their surroundings.
“Sean is a very good forger,” Joker said. He shook his head and frowned. “Was a very good forger.”
Gabe didn’t have to think long before it all made sense. “He made the ID’s for the people we help.”
Joker nodded and said, “He did. But the briefcase I want back is one with a record of every single ID he’s ever made for us.”
“Uh, why would he keep a record of that?”
“So he doesn’t use the same name ten times,” Joker said.
“He can’t remember which ones he’s used?”
“Trust me, kiddo, when you make as many ID’s as Sean did, names tend to get murky. At least he only keeps a record of the new names. He never gets their real names. But we have to get it back,” Joker said.
“How?”
“We steal it.”
Gabe’s eyes threatened to fall out of his head.
“He doesn’t know where it is,” Joker said.
“How can you be sure of that?”
“He doesn’t know what Sean did for us. He said as much. And Sean didn’t keep those records just lying around. Fortunately, I know where they are.”
Gabe’s brows shot up to meet his hairline. If that was true, why was Joker looking like he’d just bit into something sour?
“We have to wait until it’s dark,” Joker said and started towards their bikes. “We need to find a place to stay until then.”
Joker
He pulled the curtain back to look out of the window in their motel room. It was starting to get dark. Finally. They’d spent the better part of four hours at the motel already.
The second they’d left the warehouse he’d spotted a tail, but they lost them quickly. Gabe had followed his every move, having no problem keeping up. He hated that Gabe was with him. It’d turned into a fucking shit show.
He’d called King at the first chance he got. He’d agreed that they needed to get the records before Wade found them. Unfortunately, the shipments were set to arrive within the next few hours at the cabin so they couldn’t spare any men. King had told him to do some recon of the place and if there were guards, to wait. He’d had no objections. Going in just himself and Gabe was risky especially if they were outnumbered. Gabe didn’t have any experience at all and Joker couldn’t do it alone.
He let the curtain fall back into place and walked to the bed. Gabe was propped against the headboard, eating crackers while watching TV.
“We should get ready soon,” Joker said.
Gabe looked up at him and put the crackers on the bedside table as he swung his legs over the side. Joker stayed where he was as Gabe stood, putting them within a foot of each other.
“I hate that you’re in this mess with me,” he said and gritted his teeth.
Gabe narrowed his eyes at him and crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t. If I hadn’t been, you would’ve been here alone, and I hate the thought of that. You need someone to have your back.”
Joker cocked his head to the side and said, “And you think that one should be you.”
“Damn right, I do. Who better than someone who lo—” Gabe snapped his mouth shut and ducked his head.
He knew what Gabe had been about to say and he wasn’t sure what to do about it. Knowing that Gabe felt that way about him was both exhilarating and painful. Having already had a taste of those sinful lips, he found his willpower waning. He wanted Gabe. Had for a long time. Longer than he’d wanted to admit to himself.
“Hey.” Joker laid a hand on Gabe’s arm, making him look up into his eyes. “Putting you in danger is the last thing I want. But I’d be lying if I said I don’t like having you with me.”
Gabe opened his mouth, then closed it, his gaze dropping to Joker’s mouth.
“Joker,” Gabe said, his voice low and husky.
“We can’t,” Joker said, shaking his head.
Gabe returned his gaze to Joker’s eyes.
“Would you regret it?”
“That’s the damned problem, Gabe.” He reached out, sliding a hand to the back of Gabe’s neck. “I wouldn’t regret it in the least.”
He brought Gabe closer, lowering his head until they were sharing the same breath. He hesitated, knowing once they did this, there was no going back.
Gabe made a frustrated sound. “Just kiss me already.”
Joker chuckled then did just that, pressing his lips to Gabe’s. There was nothing tentative or hesitant about this kiss and Gabe gave as good as he got. He moved a hand to that perfect ass, squeezing and
pushing his body against Gabe’s. Blood rushed south fast, leaving him feeling a bit lightheaded.
Gabe gasped into his mouth. Hands roamed over Joker’s chest, pulling at his shirt to get it off. He raised his arms to let Gabe pull it over his head and then he put his hands back on Gabe. He took Gabe’s mouth in a scorching kiss, pushing his tongue past Gabe’s lips. Their tongues tangled, fighting for control.
He needed Gabe out of his clothes. Needed his skin under his fingertips. He fumbled with the buttons on Gabe’s shirt, growling when he couldn’t get them open. He moved his hands to Gabe’s hips and walked him backwards to the bed. When the back of Gabe’s legs hit the bed, he sat down. Gabe bit down on his lip as his eyes shot up to meet Joker’s gaze. Having Gabe look at him with lust burning in his eyes did nothing to quench his need for the man.
His dick was pushing against the fly of his jeans, begging to be released. He unbuckled his belt and pulled it through the loops slowly. Gabe was watching him, his eyes following as Joker’s every move. Gabe tugged his shirt off, not bothering to open more than the top buttons. Joker had to stare. Gabe’s chest was smooth, his muscles softly defined. He wanted to kiss and lick every inch.
Gabe moved further onto the bed and unzipped his pants. Joker stepped closer, putting a knee on the bed. He reached for the waistband of Gabe’s pants and underwear, pulling them down his legs. Gabe lifted his hips to help. He threw the pants on the floor and ran his eyes over the sexy man in front of him. Seeing him completely naked for the first time was a sight he’d only dreamt of and those dreams didn’t do him justice.
“Don’t move,” Joker said.
He turned, looking for Gabe’s bag. There was no way Gabe had come along without bringing supplies. He found it and emptied the content out onto the floor. He found a tube of lube and a box of condoms. He threw everything onto the bed and got his pants off.
Gabe’s eyes shifted to the box.
“That’s a bit presumptive of you, don’t you think?” Gabe asked, a playful smile on his lips.
“You’re the one who brought them.”
Gabe shrugged, red tinting his cheeks. He loved that look on him.
He crawled onto the bed, moving up until he was between Gabe’s thighs. Gabe laid down on his back. Joker put his hands on either side of Gabe’s head and leaned down to kiss him. Gabe sucked on his tongue, his fingers sliding into Joker’s hair and holding on tightly. He rubbed his dick against Gabe’s stomach, the need for friction rising. He pulled back when he needed air.
“I want you. I don’t care how,” Gabe said, his voice sounding breathless. “Just get the damned lube.”
Joker pulled back and reached for the lube, then hesitated on grabbing the condoms. A hand on his arm made him glance at Gabe.
“You can fuck me,” Gabe said.
A groan fell from Joker’s lips. His dick sure as shit liked the sound of that. He grabbed the box, tearing it open and pulling out a condom. He put it on the bed next to Gabe’s hip and picked up the lube. He squirted some over his fingers and looked up, meeting Gabe’s heated gaze. He ran a hand up Gabe’s thigh, spreading his legs more. He slid his fingers between Gabe’s cheeks, circling his hole. He pressed in a finger. Gabe gasped and fisted handfuls of the sheet.
Joker pushed his finger all the way inside Gabe, biting his lip to keep from making some ridiculous, needy sound. He pumped his finger a bit before adding another. Gabe moaned and pushed against Joker’s fingers, trying to take them deeper. Joker was in no way in a hurry. He wanted to take his time with Gabe, wanted to drive him crazy like Gabe had done to him for months now. He lowered his head to run the flat of his tongue from the root to the head of Gabe’s cock. Gabe’s hips bucked, a hand landing on the back of Joker’s head.
“Joker,” Gabe said like in a plea.
Joker took Gabe’s hard length into his mouth and glanced up, meeting Gabe’s eyes. He bobbed his head, his fingers buried deep in Gabe’s ass. He had Gabe murmuring and moaning in no time. He brought Gabe right to the edge, then pulled his mouth off his cock.
“Bastard,” Gabe gasped, his fingers tightening in Joker’s hair.
Joker grinned and moved his mouth to the spot behind Gabe’s balls. He licked and nibbled there for a bit before sucking one of Gabe’s balls into his mouth. Gabe writhed beneath him.
“Fuck. I’m ready. I need you inside me,” Gabe said, his voice breathy.
Joker didn’t stop what he was doing.
“Joker,” Gabe growled.
He removed his fingers and reached for the condom, opening it with his teeth. He rolled it down his painfully hard cock. He leaned down to take Gabe’s mouth in a searing kiss. Gabe wrapped his legs around Joker’s waist and dug his fingers into the backs of his shoulders. Joker lined up his cock and started pushing inside Gabe. Curses fell from his lips at the tight heat surrounding his cock. He moved slowly and when he bottomed out, he stilled, only moving to kiss Gabe again.
He pulled back to see Gabe’s face. “You okay?”
Gabe nodded, the look on his face one of pleasure. Joker grabbed Gabe’s hands, placing them over his head and intertwined their fingers. He put his mouth on Gabe’s, pushing his tongue past Gabe’s lips. He pulled his hips back and began thrusting into Gabe in a slow and steady rhythm. He didn’t want to hurt Gabe. Hell, that was the last thing he wanted. Gabe must’ve felt his hesitance because he broke the kiss, making Joker pull back to see his face.
“How many times do I have to tell you that I’m not fucking fragile?” Gabe snapped.
Joker pulled out, making Gabe moan in protest until Joker turned him onto his stomach. He pushed Gabe onto his knees and got behind him, grabbing his left arm and pulling it behind his back. Gabe groaned loudly and pushed his ass against Joker. Joker slid back inside Gabe, biting his lip to keep from crying out. With one hand on Gabe’s hip, he began thrusting into him hard. Gabe’s hips moved with him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
Sweat was running down his chest as he snapped his hips forward, driving into Gabe’s tight ass. The only sounds coming from Gabe was ones of pleasure. Gabe was responsive as hell and loud. So very loud. He loved that.
“You’re fucking beautiful like this,” Joker panted.
Gabe moaned in response and Joker leaned down to press his lips to the side of Gabe’s neck. Gabe turned his head for a kiss. Joker let go of his arm and took his lips in a possessive kiss. He slid his fingers into Gabe’s hair, tugging on it. Gabe gasped into his mouth.
Joker pulled back to say, “Touch yourself, baby.”
Gabe whimpered and moved a hand to wrap it around his cock. Joker felt his orgasm building fast. From the sounds Gabe was making, he was getting close, too. He kissed a trail down Gabe’s neck to his shoulder where he bit down. He leaned back, letting go of Gabe’s hair to put his hands on Gabe’s hips. He pumped himself inside Gabe, losing all rhythm as he came. A wave of pleasure exploded through him, making him gasp for breath.
He pulled out of Gabe and got rid of the condom, tying it and throwing it in the direction of the trashcan.
“Turn around,” he ordered.
Gabe mumbled something and did as he was told. His dick was hard and leaking. He wanted a taste. Joker lowered his head and licked up the precome before wrapping his lips around Gabe’s cock. He took his to the back of his throat and swallowed, making Gabe cry out. He pressed two fingers inside Gabe, searching for his prostate. He crooked his fingers. Gabe yelled his name, making it sound like the cross between a prayer and a curse.
“Fuck. Joker. Please.”
Gabe’s hand landed on the back of Joker’s head. The sounds Gabe was making spurred him on. He took Gabe deep, sucking harder. Gabe came down Joker’s throat. He swallowed every drop, his dick perking up at the sight of Gabe in the throes of pleasure. His head was thrown back, his back arching, and his lips parting on a silent gasp. He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen anything as beautiful as Gabe right then. He kept sucking until Gabe whimpered. He let Gabe’s cock slip fr
om his lips and removed his fingers. He pressed his lips against Gabe’s inner thigh before kissing his way up Gabe’s body.
When he reached Gabe’s mouth, he kissed him until they were both breathless. He rolled them so they were both on their sides, facing each other. A smile was playing on Gabe’s lips and Joker couldn’t stop himself when he reached out to push a tuft of hair off Gabe’s forehead.
Chapter Six
Gabe
HE WAS completely worn out. His body barely functioning. He laid with his head on Joker’s shoulder, Joker’s arm wrapped around him. He couldn’t believe he’d just had sex with Joker. He didn’t think he’d ever come that hard before.
“Was that how you expected it to be?” Joker asked.
Gabe felt a smile tease his lips as he said, “No.”
He pulled back to see Joker frowning at him.
“It was much, much better,” Gabe said and leaned down to put his mouth on Joker’s.
Joker’s hands came up to cup Gabe’s cheeks and Gabe slid a leg across Joker’s lap. Joker sucked his lip into his mouth and bit down. He ran his tongue over the spot to soothe it.
“We have to go,” Joker said.
Gabe sat back and stared down at him. “Right.”
He got off Joker’s lap and stood from the bed. He grabbed his pants off of the floor and when he straightened, he found Joker sitting up in the bed, watching him.
“Gabe?”
His whole body tensed. He knew that tone of voice. Whatever Joker was about to say, it would probably hurt.
“This is just sex, okay? No strings,” Joker said.
Gabe opened his mouth, but the look on Joker’s face made him swallow the words on the tip of his tongue.
“Sure. Whatever,” he said, trying to sound nonchalant.
He took the rest of his clothes and went to the bathroom. He took a shower, standing under the spray for a long time as he tried to make sense of what just happened. He’d just gotten half of what he wanted. He might never get the other half. He wanted all of Joker, but if he could only have some, then maybe it would be enough? The sex had been earthshattering, to say the least. He hadn’t lied when he’d said it was much better than anything he could’ve ever imagined.