Haden jumped up like a jack-in-the-box. Lust glittered in his eyes, making them more green than brown. A lascivious grin spread on his sharp face and he licked his lips clean of Tag’s pre-cum.
The action drove Tag wild. He cupped the young biker’s face and yanked him close. While plundering Haden’s mouth with a rough kiss, he backed him toward the table, careful not to hurt the arm still protected by its sling.
He broke the kiss. “Take your clothes off.”
Haden stood naked and ready in less than a minute. Tag noticed the boy’s whole body trembled in anticipation. The kid’s cock stood at attention. Purplish-pink skin pulled taut over his engorged shaft, and pearly pre-cum trickled from his glans.
Tag shot forward and claimed his young lover’s mouth in another savage kiss. As he dragged his lips to Haden’s ear, he whispered, “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
“Yes.” The boy breathed hard and heavy. “Jesus, yes.”
Hooking his massive hands under the kid’s ass, Tag lifted him up and deposited him onto of the plain wooden table. He was glad he’d bought condoms on his last trip into town, just in case. After a nasty case of syphilis in his late teens, Tag never rode bareback again, unless he knew his partner well.
He urged the kid’s legs into the air and stared into his eyes. Haden went to drop his gaze, but Tag grabbed his chin and made him maintain eye contact. “I want you to watch us.”
The kid nodded and blushed. It was so damned cute when he turned red like that.
Tag wasn’t through tormenting him. He wanted his sub to beg for it. A meaty hand wrapped around Haden’s cock, and he watched the boy’s face as he slid his grip up and down slowly. The kid’s eyes fluttered closed and he sighed in bliss. Tag slapped his thigh and demanded he open them. Haden obeyed.
“Watch,” Tag snarled.
He jerked the kid off in a lazy rhythm, then he dropped to his knees and pressed his tongue to Haden’s asshole. He swirled circles around the tight, pink hole and the kid whimpered. This wet caress moved to his balls, and Tag sucked these sacs of flesh into his mouth. He grazed the sensitive flesh with his teeth then soothed them with his tongue. The boy panted now, obviously lost in ecstasy. Tag loved having this control over him.
“Please.” Haden’s voice went thin and breathy. “Please fuck me now.”
Tag pulled his mouth away and gave the kid’s thigh another sharp rap. “I’ll fuck you when I’m ready.”
His silence pleased Tag. The kid learned quickly, and had just enough sass to satisfy.
His tongue moved lower, and Tag pressed it to that erogenous flap of skin between a man’s balls and anus. The boy mewled and jutted his hips forward. Enjoying this display, Tag sucked the piece of flesh deep into his mouth and flit his tongue over it until Haden let out a long, loud moan.
Now he dragged his tongue up Haden’s shaft and slid two fingers deep inside of him. He twisted these, in search of the kid’s g-spot, and he knew he’d found his mark when Haden’s cock jumped and grew stiffer in his grip. Looking up at the boy, he found him biting his lip to keep from crying out. Sweat spilled down his face.
Haden’s ankles rested on Tag’s shoulder, and he could feel them shaking. The kid was a live wire ready to thrash and spark. Almost. But Tag wasn’t quite finished playing with him yet.
He finger fucked the boy’s ass while he lapped up pre-cum from his hole. Then he stood and rubbed his cock over Haden’s, letting the hot skin on skin action taunt him until the kid thrashed and begged again. He finger fucked the boy’s ass faster, telling him not to cum.
“You want it bad, don’t you, pretty boy?” Tag said. “Want me to fuck that sweet ass into oblivion, hmm? Beg me, then.”
“Please…oh, please.” Haden’s head thrashed back and forth. “Fuck me.”
“I will,” Tag promised in a low voice that dripped with lust. “Wait one sec.”
He left the kitchen long enough to grab the condoms from his bedroom. When he returned, Haden lifted his legs anxiously and begged him with wet, puppy dog eyes.
A chuckle rumbled up from Tag’s chest as he drew near, ripped open the condom packet, and slid it on. He’d also grabbed some lube, and he tortured the kid further by taking his time spreading this on. He finger fucked his ass until Haden whimpered, “Please. Jesus…fuck…I can’t take it any longer.”
Tag placed the kid’s ankles on his shoulder and positioned his cock. With a ragged sigh, he slid himself into that snug hole. The boy moaned in response and his asshole tightened around him. So tight, he squeezed Tag’s thick cock out.
“Relax, pretty boy. Let me in.”
Haden did as he was told, much to Tag’s pleasure. He relaxed his ass and Tag glided deeper inside. The kid was a perfect sheathe for his cock. They fit together as if they were meant to be entwined.
Tag’s thrust were shallow and slow at first, giving Haden’s opening time to adjust to his girth. But the boy soon begged him to go faster and deeper. So Tag braced one hand on the table and wrapped the other around his lover, sinking his cock all the way in.
“Ohhh…fuck, yes,” Haden moaned. “Just like that.”
His exaltation fueled Tag’s desire. He pumped faster, until their skin slapped together loudly and both of them streamed sweat. Their groans of pleasure mixed with the sound of their slick flesh meeting and parting.
“Your eyes,” Haden murmured. “They’re changing … again.”
Tag ignored him and picked up his pace, abandoned himself to pure carnality. To further distract the kid from his change, he wrapped a hand around Haden’s dick and pumped, squeezing hard. The young biker’s eyes fluttered and he struggled to keep them open. He cried out in ecstasy.
Tag hammered him into oblivion, watching the kid’s face while he fucked him senseless. His own euphoria sailed higher. He hadn’t felt this connected to a partner in a long time. It seemed the kid was bringing out a protective streak in him, as well as a potent lustful one. He wanted to make Haden cum hard, and he wanted to do it often. Something in him also wanted to keep the kid safe, just as Old Man Bear and Mickey J had asked. Suddenly he wasn’t so hesitant, and that scared him.
He snarled as his cock jetted hot spunk into his lover’s ass. He pumped inside the kid a few more times, enjoying the feeling of that tight hole as his penis grew flaccid.
“Cum hard. Now.”
With a long moan, Haden let himself go. He jetted iridescent semen all over Tag’s hand and shuddered violently as the orgasm rocketed through him. His eyes rolled back into his head and he reached forward, clutching at Tag’s shoulder as the climax consumed him. Tag held him, and when the kid was done he licked his cock clean, making it harden again.
“Let’s hop in the shower,” Tag said, smiling at Haden’s erection. “I’ll let you fuck me this time.”
***
Chapter 7
It took them over an hour to get clean, and the hot water had gone cold by the time they got out. The boy had stamina, Tag mused as he headed outside. He’d had young ones before who couldn’t keep up with him, even though Tag was pushing the 34 mark.
As he headed around the side of the cabin to light up his joint, he remembered the kid’s comment about his eyes. Apprehension spiked his gut. At least he hadn’t brought it up again, but judging from his words it wasn’t the first time Haden had noticed. And he’d mentioned the bear not long after Tag had brought him here. He’d have to be careful. The kid was observant.
Taking a long drag on his joint made him think of Haden’s need for a job. The kid had asked if Tag wanted rent, and how long he thought Haden would be staying here. He’d told him not to worry about it just yet, but the kid said he didn’t want to be a user. He had ethics and wanted to earn his share, just like his dad. Though Haden had screwed up big time with the Nighthawks, Tag was starting to see the boy had a lot of Danny in him, plus other attributes. And he’d definitely repaid Tag’s favor tonight.
He knew Haden was worried about Lisa and wante
d to get more cash to her. Plus he’d promised Mickey J he’d get the kid something. Tag needed to head out to JoAnn’s farm tomorrow, so it was an opportune time to take Haden with him and set him up with some work. He’d run it by the kid when Haden came outside. He’d said he’d join Tag after he got dressed.
The kid joined him ten minutes later, freshly washed and beaming a shy smile. Tag couldn’t help but return it.
He offered Haden the joint. “Want a pull?”
“Sure. Thanks.”
“Speaking of weed, I got a proposition for you.”
Haden’s smile widened. “Does it involve handcuffs?”
Tag laughed. “Not this time.” The kid handed him the joint back, and Tag took another drag before continuing. “Got a friend in Chilliwack who runs a grow op. Medical marijuana, so it’s legit. She could use another worker at the farm. Pays pretty well. You interested?”
“Sure.”
Tag pinched out the roach and stored it in a small metal container he kept in his pocket. “All right. We’ll head over to JoAnn’s first thing tomorrow morning then.” He wrapped his arm around Haden’s shoulder. “You wanna sleep in my bed tonight?”
Haden’s sexy mouth spread in a wide grin. “No handcuffs? You sure I won’t run away.”
Tag led him back toward the cabin’s entrance. “Nah, I got a feeling you’ll stay put.”
He didn’t miss the cute blush that lit up Haden’s face as they walked inside.
***
JoAnn Hoffman lived on six acres of prime weed growing land in Chilliwack. Before she had been approved to grow it legally, she’d ran a lucrative cottage country grow op for years. But as a medicinal marijuana grower, her business had more than tripled, and she didn’t have to worry about cops confiscating her plants. It had been a smart move on JoAnn’s part, and now she was helping Rebels & Rogues, along with Lucifer’s Chosen, get into the industry too.
Tag knew JoAnn from way back. She’d been married to one of the Rebels & Rogues members years ago, but he’d died young in a biker war that had included battles between R&R and the Nighthawks. The rivalry went back many decades. It was the deciding factor in JoAnn pursuing a legal weed operation.
In his beat up Ford truck, Tag and Haden bounced over the bumpy, winding dirt road that led to JoAnn’s farm. Tag really needed to replace those shocks soon. The July day was warm, almost too warm, and the sun streamed through the windshield, baking them both on the vinyl bench seat.
“Couple other kids work the farm, too,” Tag told Haden, as they rounded a sharp curve.
“I’m not a kid. I’m 21.”
Tag took his hands off the steering wheel, spreading them in mock apology. “Excuse me. Far as I’m concerned, you’re a kid until you earn a cut or reach 30. Whichever comes first.”
Haden mumbled something about arrogant assholes. Tag just smirked and ignored it.
They broke through overhanging poplars that lined the road, spilling their silver dollar leaves all over the hood. A log cabin came into view, tucked between towering, dark green plants. From one of the bushy rows, a guy about Haden’s age emerged. A bag full of trimmings hung around his neck. He entered another row and inspected a plant for dead leaves to pluck.
They pulled up and parked close by the cabin. Tag noticed Haden studying the fence that encircled the property. Triangles of metal mesh stretched six feet high. Lethal curls of barbed wire lined the top.
Dogs barked as Tag cut the engine. Two Rottweilers and a St. Bernard trotted over to greet them when they got out of the truck. Haden gave the large animals a nervous look, but Tag told him not to worry.
“As long as you’re with me, they’re as harmless as kittens.” Tag scratched the head of the St. Bernard. “Isn’t that right, Bill? You and me go way back.” The dog panted then licked Tag’s hand, slathering it in slobber.
JoAnn emerged and walked out onto the small front deck. She told the dogs to “Keep quiet, and heel,” and they promptly obeyed.
As she approached, Tag watched Haden taking it all in. He wondered what the kid made of the tall woman with hair as black as her eyes. She smiled as they drew nearer, and the reddish brown skin around her eyes crinkled, reminding Tag of dried clay warming in the sun. At six feet even, and with her blunt demeanor, JoAnn could be an intimidating figure. But her heart was kind, and if you earned her friendship, she was as loyal as the dogs by her side.
“You aren’t supposed to be here until tomorrow,” she said to Tag. Then she pointed to Haden. “Who’s this?”
“Brought you another worker. This here’s Haden.”
“You don’t call first?” JoAnn put a hand on her hip and feigned irritation. “Coulda put on some coffee for you guys.”
“I tried calling, but you must’ve been out in the fields. Why don’t you get a damned cell phone?”
“Pshaw.” JoAnn waved a hand. “You know I hate those things. Someone needs me that bad, they’ll find a way to get a hold of me.”
Tag shook his head.
“So you want a job, huh?” JoAnn turned to Haden. “You know anything about Mary Jane, Haden?”
Haden nodded. His eyes were so big they looked like they could swallow his face. “I did some trimming for a friend once. Helped him crop off, too.”
JoAnn gave him an up and down perusal. “You’ve only got one good arm.” She sized up his sling. “Sure that isn’t gonna hold you back? I don’t put up with slackers or excuses.”
“I can pick with one hand.” Haden shrugged. “Whatever you need, ma’am.”
“Don’t call me ma’am. Makes me feel old. JoAnn’ll do.” She held out a hand for Haden to shake. “Come on inside. I’ll make some coffee and we’ll talk business.”
“Too damned hot for coffee, Jo,” Tag said, as he and Haden followed her to the cabin.
“I’ve got iced tea for you, precious. Quit your complaining.”
Tag and Haden settled around a rustic, square wooden table while JoAnn brought over a pitcher of iced tea and three glasses. She plonked the frosty jug in the center and shoved a glass in front of Haden and Tag. “You’re big boys. You can pour yourself.” Then she took a long drink of her own.
They discussed duties and a work schedule. JoAnn told Haden his wage and the kid’s eyes widened again. It was generous, but then as long as you worked hard, JoAnn believed in fair pay. Tag guaranteed her Haden would work hard. It was agreed Tag would drive Haden to work three out of the five days, and Haden would stay at the farm the other two. From the cabin’s kitchen window, JoAnn showed the kid another cabin near the back of the property, and told him this was where he would sleep, along with another boy that stayed overnight.
“You work here too?” Haden asked Tag.
“Yeah, three days a week I help out.” In exchange for free weed, and JoAnn helping the two MCs get into medical marijuana, Tag put in some hours on the farm. He liked working the fields. It was peaceful out there, among the plants. The smell of earth and green soothed him.
“Let’s go find Brodie,” JoAnn said, after Haden drained his glass. “You’ll be bunking up with him. He can show you around the farm while me and Tag talk business.”
They found Brodie picking yellow leaves from the bottom of a seven foot tall plant.
“I’ve never seen pot plants this big,” Haden said, and JoAnn chuckled at his open mouthed stare.
“JoAnn knows how to grow ’em,” Tag said. “She won’t tell you her secret though.”
“Yeah. Have to kill you if I did.” JoAnn clapped Haden on the shoulder and called Brodie over. The blond boy with freckles spattered over his nose joined them, and JoAnn made the introductions. “Brodie, this is Haden. Show him what we do here. He’s gonna be working with us.”
The kid nodded. “Help me pick the dead leaves off this plant, then I’ll show you the irrigation system.” He gestured for Haden to follow him.
As Tag watched them walk off, something pulled in his heart. He wasn’t sure why, but he didn’t feel right leaving
Haden alone with Brodie. Tag shook the feeling off as stupid. He was just being overprotective.
JoAnn motioned for Tag to follow her out of the field. After one last look back at Haden, he walked toward the cabin with her.
“That the boy who caused all the craziness with the Nighthawks?” She raised an eyebrow at him.
Tag sighed and ran a hand over his short, dark hair. “Yeah. That’s the one.”
“He better not bring any trouble my way.” JoAnn gave him a scowl, but he knew it was mostly bluster. She trusted Tag wouldn’t bring any danger to her farm.
“I’ll be here to make sure he doesn’t. We’re keeping a close eye on him.” He’d fill Mickey J and Old Man Bear in tonight on the boy’s new job, and he knew the two MCs would watch the farm for any signs of the Nighthawks. But they’d be laying low for a while, licking their wounds and gathering strength, before they came seeking retribution.
JoAnn didn’t appear convinced, but she nodded and continued walking. “He know what we are?”
Tag rubbed the back of his neck. He knew too well what she meant. “Not yet. He saw me the night of the raid, and he remembers the bear, but he thinks he hallucinated.”
She stopped at the bottom porch step and stared at him, stone faced. “You trust him enough to bring him here, you should tell him. He’s gonna find out sooner or later.”
Tag narrowed his eyes at her. “I will. Just don’t want to spook the kid.”
She scoffed at this. “Shapeshifters aren’t any scarier that what that boy’s already seen. What he’ll see being a part of your MC.”
“He isn’t a member of Rebels & Rogues yet.”
JoAnn’s lips tugged up in a smug smile. “No, but from what I hear, he’s a future prospect. He’s family now. Boy can’t live with a pack of shifters and be kept in the dark.”
“Yeah.” Tag clenched his jaw. He wasn’t ready to reveal that side to Haden just yet. Why was he being so goddamned precious about this screw up wannabe biker?
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