Hellbent (Four Horsemen MC Book 5)

by Rayne, Sara

  Pretty Boy looked up at Shep, praying this was really happening and wasn't some dehydration-fueled hallucination. "I'm not saying 'no.'"

  Shep's mouth brushed his ear as he leaned close. "I'm going to fuck you. The way I always wanted to. Slow and filthy and looking you in the eyes as I take you apart."

  His mouth went dry and a low, needy sound escaped his lips. He gasped, "Please. Yes, please."

  Shep shoved Pretty Boy's cut off his shoulders to the floor, peeling his shirt off and dropping it too. He slid his hands over Pretty Boy's trembling six pack as he captured his mouth in another searing kiss. Shep's fingers fastened on Pretty Boy's belt buckle. He pulled the belt from the loops, then tugged Pretty Boy's jeans and boxer briefs down his thighs, freeing his erection.

  Pretty Boy sucked in a ragged breath. "You're killing me."

  "No," Shep breathed, voice all whiskey rough though he was stone cold sober. His hands boldly closed over Pretty Boy's cock. Shep focused in on every reaction, every hungry, dirty sound, every flinch and twitch and whimper. Slowly, holding his gaze, Shep dropped to his knees. "I'm worshipping you."

  He dragged his nails down Pretty Boy's inner thigh, smirking as he shook beneath the touch. With languid moments, he wrapped his lips around the head and sucked Pretty Boy deep into his mouth in one wet, reverent slide.

  Pretty Boy's hands grasped at the door behind him, as if his fingers could dig through the wood. He let out a deep, aching moan as Shep's hand joined his mouth, thoroughly and completely working him over.

  His hips pivoted forward instinctually, but Shep held him in place while he trembled with sensation. Shep's mouth was hot and wet, all bluntly grazing teeth and firm, insistent suction. When he pulled off, Pretty Boy panted for breath.

  "You are everything I ever wanted. Seeing you here like this, turned on and overheating." Shep made a deep, possessive sound low in his throat. He surged to his feet, his fingers wrapping around Pretty Boy's jaw as he kissed him, an invasive onslaught of need. "It's almost more than I can take."

  Pretty Boy's eyes burned and he had to work at swallowing for a second. "You can't mean that."

  "Believe me, I do." Shep tugged Pretty Boy against him, mouth moving hotly over his shoulder, up his throat and nipping at his jawline. He spun them, walking Pretty Boy back toward the bed until the backs of his knees nocked against the frame. Shep pushed him down and he sprawled back.

  "You're wearing too many clothes, VP." Pretty Boy smirked, eyes devouring Shep standing over him.

  Shep stripped off his shirt and shoved his pants down, kicking them off. He grabbed the box of condoms out of the bag and tossed them towards the pillow. He crawled onto the bed, moving up Pretty Boy's body to settle between his legs.

  Pretty Boy's hands slid through Shep's hair, curling in the blond softness and tugging. Shep's hand slid down his side, cupping his ass. He shifted, aligning their bodies so their groins slotted together in all the right ways. He pulled Shep's face close, whispering against his mouth, "God, yes."

  Shep reached out and snagged Pretty Boy's wrists and pressed them back on either side of his head. His hips kept moving as if by their own volition. Swallowing thickly, Shep said, "I owe you the truth before we do this."

  "What's that?" Pretty Boy could barely think. Shep taking possession of him, aggressively pursuing what he wanted, leading and dominating like this—it was better than anything he'd fantasized. Better than everything he’d fantasized.

  "I'm in love with you. I have been since I met you. And you have every right to hate me." Shep stilled and the loss of friction had them both gritting their teeth.

  Could he be for real? Pretty Boy’s heart clenched so hard, he thought he was about to die. He stared into Shep's face. “If it weren’t for you—I’d be dead now, I know it, Shep. I don’t deserve anything from you, not with how much I owe you."

  "I was supposed to look out for you, show you something better in the world—and I killed a man—your father—in front of you.” Shep shook against him. “I tried to show you what faith could do, then turned my back on every vow I ever meant.”

  "He deserved it." Pretty Boy bucked up against Shep, the growl the move elicited curling his toes. “Don’t you know you were my guardian angel that night?”

  “I wanted to keep you safe, and all I could think about was what I really wanted. And how much of an asshole I was to want to take advantage of you.” Shep heaved a harsh breath like it had physically hurt to say that.

  “It’s not taking advantage if we both want it,” Pretty Boy whispered, moving instinctively against Shep. God, he wanted it.

  "Stop squirming, before I lose control." Shep shuddered.

  "What in the fuck makes you think," he panted in Shep's ear, "that I wouldn't want that."

  Shep groaned and he ground his hips down on Pretty Boy's. "Because of the way you swallow and shake every time you realize I am in control."

  Pretty Boy spread his legs, hand blindly searching for the box of condoms. Shep nudged the head of his cock along the cleft in Pretty Boy's ass and he almost dropped it. He tore the cardboard with his teeth and ripped it open. Shep took it from him, rolling it down his erect length. He grabbed the lube he'd picked up with the condoms, squeezed it onto his dick and slowly slicked the head.

  "Shep," he moaned.

  "Tell me what you want," Shep demanded, nudging his thighs further apart.

  "Fuck me. Please … please."

  "You begging is so goddamn hot." He took a few breaths. "Tell me if I hurt you."

  "You never would," Pretty Boy promised. Shep slid a finger past the tight ring of muscle and Pretty Boy cried out. "Son of a bitch!"

  He moved gently, inserting another finger and slowly readying him. Pretty Boy’s eyes rolled back in his head. His heels dug into the mattress, his whole body helping him beg for more. "Just do it. Fuck me."

  Shep removed his fingers, adjusted his angle and inch by torturous inch slid inside him. Pretty Boy gasped as he throbbed with how hard he had become. A feeling of completeness welled up beneath his ribs, irresistibly filling him. Shep cradled his face, staring into his eyes as their breaths mingled.

  "Mine," Shep moaned into his mouth.

  Pretty Boy's voice broke when he answered, "Yes."

  Shep fucked him with excruciating languor, eating up his desperate gasps and needful noises, staring straight through him. When his cock raked against just the right spot, Pretty Boy's body spasmed around him.

  Shep laughed softly, challenge in his eyes. "Oh, you like that?"

  He dragged his lip through his bottom teeth, grating out into too many syllables, "Fuck."

  "That's what I'm doing." Shep smirked and rolled against that same spot, hitting it with exact same pressure. Pretty Boy moaned embarrassingly loud. With a fluid, rhythmic pivot, Shep repeated the movement over and over and over, slowly rocking into him.

  His hands clawed into Shep's shoulders as he shuddered uncontrollably. "Sh-Sh-Shep …"

  Shep settled his hand over Pretty Boy's heartbeat and kept up that grinding hot, sweet rocking slide. "It's okay, just take it. Focus on how good it feels and take it."

  Pretty Boy arched and pushed back onto Shep's cock. Shep leaned down and kissed him, tongue licking into his mouth with flickering caresses that made his stomach flutter. Then Shep wrapped his hand around Pretty Boy's dick, he cursed as a wave of pleasure crashed through him.

  Shep continued twisting and pressing against him, not breaking the rhythm even when he moved to bite gently down Pretty Boy's neck. His hand stroked Pretty Boy's erection with firm, practiced movements. He licked the rim of Pretty Boy's ear and whispered, "I'm so into you that the fact that I'm fucking you is turning me on even more. I want to feel you for hours, desperate and writhing beneath me."

  Pretty Boy fought to hold his orgasm back as Shep kept fucking him with brutally slow paced, relentless thrusts. He couldn't hold back the moans rolling through him as he moved helplessly under Shep's control.

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nbsp; Suddenly, Shep's hands carded into Pretty Boy's hair and he tugged sharply, holding Pretty Boy still. He hooked his hand under Pretty Boy's knee and adjusted their position, hitting the sweet spot more firmly now. Pretty Boy trembled in his arms. "Shep …I need you."

  "You got me. Forever." Shep ground harder, rotating his hips in a circle that had Pretty Boy's eyes rolling back in his head. Shep pulled his hair, forced him to look up and meet his gaze. Pretty Boy's balls tightened, and pleasure rocked through him with surprising force. His fingers dug in Shep's shoulders. "I love you, Noah."

  “I love you,” he gasped. Noah's orgasm rolled through his body like the ocean tide. His muscles locked up and he could feel Shep pulsing inside him, gently riding him through coming. His come splashed against Shep's stomach and Shep pushed just a little deeper inside him. Some kind of aftershock reverberated down his spine and he couldn't stop shaking.

  He kept looking in Shep's eyes, the intensity of his movements building as Shep finally gasped and came hard, body collapsing between Noah's thighs.

  "Holy fuck," Pretty Boy breathed into Shep's hair.

  Shep leveraged up on his elbows and captured Pretty Boy's mouth in a sweet, intense kiss. Pretty Boy traced the letters of Shep’s Think on your Sins tattoo. Inked in satiny black letters, exaggerated and stylized like street graffiti. The words had been angled in an arch resembling wings across Shep's shoulders.

  Shep climbed to his feet, wiping off with his crumpled shirt, then tossing it to Pretty Boy. He cleaned up, tossed the shirt to the floor and pulled the sheet up to his waist. He watched as Shep tore a power bar open with his teeth. He wolfed down the first half and handed the other half to him, crawling under the sheets beside him.

  Pretty Boy opened his mouth to speak but Shep held up one finger. He moved the chipped, black, plastic ashtray from the nightstand to the bed and lit a smoke. He watched Pretty Boy unguardedly with piercing eyes as he inhaled and exhaled. His voice was rough as he finally put it out and whispered, "Am I making you uncomfortable?"

  "Little bit," Pretty Boy said. Shep’s razor sharp attention focused solely on him, especially with the you done fucked up gleam in his eyes.

  Shep held his gaze. "We're going to have this out, you and me." Pretty Boy's question must have been painted on his face, because Shep continued, "Whatever this thing is between us. We're going to figure it out."

  "I'm guessing tonight's events have something to do with your sudden willingness to talk about this?" Pretty Boy's body still tingled with the force of what may have been the most powerful orgasm of his life.

  "You offered to die for me tonight." Shep held perfectly still.

  "I did." Pretty Boy's jaw clenched.

  "How could you possibly think your life is worth throwing away for mine? How can you think so little of yourself?"

  "I …" Pretty Boy shook his head. "I know what I am, Shep. I've never blamed you for not wanting to act on … for not wanting anyone to know … about me. You don't have to sugar coat it for me."

  "This is my fault." Shep turned so Pretty Boy could see his tattoo. "I think on my sins every day. Every damn day. You’d think feeling guilty wouldn’t even faze me anymore. But the idea that you think I don't want you because of how I handled this?” He shook his head. “That you don't know I'd give anything to keep you safe. That the thought of losing you makes me shake…no, I can’t accept that. You need to know what you mean to me."

  "Shep," he whispered helplessly.

  Shep gripped Pretty Boy's jaw, sliding closer to him. "All these years I kept distance between us because you deserved so much better. Because I had no right to feel what I feel when I look at you. You thought it was because I didn't want you."

  Pretty Boy took a deep breath. "Yes."

  "I didn't bring you in to Famine, because I wanted you to have a part of the club for yourself. And because being in the same family seemed like a betrayal when all I can think about is being with you."

  He swallowed. "That's what Crash said when I stayed with him the other night."

  "Oh, Jesus. You told Crash?"

  "They figured it out."

  "Then I guess it's good I'm going to come clean tomorrow. It'd only be a matter of time anyway." Shep swallowed hard and glanced at him. "I should ask you—"

  "Shep, you don't have to ask—"

  "I should, though. Ask your permission to do this thing. Not like it doesn't out you, too. But I'm just going to be honest. I have to tell them." He sighed. "I can leave your name out of it, but they'll figure it out. And if they don't, Beauregard will make sure they do, just for spite. And I've got to tell them."

  "You don't have to ask."

  "There's no point in asking when it doesn't change the result, but I feel like an assho—"

  "Shep. You don't have to ask. Whatever you need from me, whatever you want—it's yours." He wet his lips. "I'm yours."

  Shep's eyes focused sharply on his face. "You have no idea how much I like the sound of that."

  Pretty Boy leaned back onto his elbows. "Feeling's mutual."

  "I want you. I always have." Shep maneuvered around his body, fitting his hands on the mattress beside Pretty Boy's lean hips, angling on top of him. "I want you more than I want to breathe. I need you."

  He gasped as Shep rolled his hips forward, a flash of friction.

  Shep's confusion and awe as he searched his face almost hurt. "You really love me?"

  "Yes." He looked him straight in the eye. "Always have. Don’t know how you missed it."

  “You’ve been with a lot of…people,” Shep said, voice too careful. “Men and women. Hell, you’ve got more experience than me and I’m five years older.”

  “You got a problem with me being bi?” He stiffened.

  “No, not that. You just…always seem to keep your options open.” Shep looked away.

  “Were you jealous?”

  A flash of irritation accompanied his rueful grin. “Let’s just say I paid attention.”

  Pretty Boy swallowed. “Out of every man and woman on this planet, you’re the only one I want.”

  "Why?"

  "You … Jesus, this is going to sound …" Pretty Boy shook himself. "You saved me. You grabbed me out of what felt like hell and pieced me back together. You were there for me when the rest of the fucking planet screwed me over. You've seen the scarred, ugly, bitter parts of me and you didn't leave. Asking you to be with me just seemed downright fucking ungrateful."

  Pretty Boy groaned as the blond biker straddled him.

  "You were the only one with the guts enough to take out my father, stop him from hurting me. And it cost you everything. Your perfectly planned future, with all the boxes checked off, your calling. You gave it all up. For me. And I was never worthy of anything that big." His eyes stung and he blinked slowly, willing the tears to fade. “Not from someone like you, who was kind and honest and decent.”

  "I'd do it all again. Now. In a heartbeat," Shep whispered, pressing his forehead against Pretty Boy's. He rolled their groins together. "Fuck. I'm already hard again."

  Pretty Boy groaned. "I know."

  "What do you say, prize fighter," Shep growled in his ear. "You ready for round two?"

  He gasped, rocking up against Shep. "Dying for it."

  "Begging for it?" The heat in Shep's voice scorched the words.

  "Whatever you want me to do." He bit down into his lip as his body undulated, seeking friction. "Shep, please …"

  "You were right, you know." Shep grazed his teeth across the sensitized flesh behind Pretty Boy's ear. "I do like 'em obedient."

  Pretty Boy spread his legs wider, arching his back as Shep kissed his way down his throat to his collar bones. He whispered hotly, "Please, please, please."

  "You sound wrecked," Shep said. "I love it."

  Pretty Boy squirmed as Shep's hand trailed down his abs, below the sheet and wrapped around him. "You're destroying me."

  "You really want it again, so soon?" Shep's fingers trailed
down the line of his sac, rubbing the spot just behind his balls. He rasped, "So badly?"

  "Yes. Goddamn it, yes," Pretty Boy hissed. He wrapped a hand around Shep's neck and yanked him down into a kiss. He thrust his tongue into Shep's mouth, making a guttural sound of need. "Fuck me, please."

  Shep reached between them, sliding a new condom over his cock while Pretty Boy dazedly wandered when he'd grabbed another one from the box. Shep surged against his hole and Pretty Boy's eyes slid shut. Shep nipped tenderly at the hollow of Pretty Boy's throat. "You sure you're not too sore?"

  "Don't fucking care," Pretty Boy growled, trying to push up into what he wanted.

  Shep groaned and in a smooth, gliding movement slid inside him. Pretty Boy felt twinges of pain as he stretched, interrupted by sharp spikes of pleasure. The slight burn then balming tingle made him dizzy. Shep wrapped a hand around his cock again, sliding up the length and swirling over the throbbing head. "You're beautiful when you're out of control like this."

  Pretty boy fucking keened as Shep rocked up inside him. He sucked his lower lip between his teeth as he ground down hard on Shep, bending his knees to get closer. Shep pulsed inside him, his shoulder bunching as pleasure rippled through him. "You're going to make me come."

  "That was the idea." Shep grinned and swiveled his hips in a way that made Pretty Boy's toes curl into the mattress and his eyes roll back in his head. Pretty Boy grabbed Shep's ass, pressing them tightly into each other. His balls tightened and as Shep panted in his ear, he came hard enough he was surprised he hadn't knocked any teeth loose.

  Shep kept fucking him, sending aftershocks racing through his nerves, making him twitch and shiver. Pretty Boy raised his hands above his head, pushing against the headboard to grind down harder on Shep's cock. Shep sucked in a ragged breath, his hands seizing on Pretty Boy's shoulders. He came with a full body shudder, sprawling across Pretty Boy's chest.

  Pretty Boy grabbed the first piece of clothing his hand came into contact with and wiped them both up, grabbing the blanket and tugging it up to his shoulders. He rolled Shep's languid body over and pulled him back against his chest, tangling their legs and crossing his arms over Shep's chest. He pressed light kisses to the back of Shep's neck, humming absently with pleasure.