“What’re you doing here? Club meeting isn’t until tomorrow night.”
Though Haden was always happy to see Tag, he worried an unexpected visit might mean trouble. The biker war still raged between them and the Nighthawks, though the Nighthawks still hadn’t built up their numbers after Rebels & Rogue, Lucifer Chosen, and the Destroyers decimated them.
“Change of plans.”Tag motioned toward the chairs on the porch. “Gotta talk to you about something.”
Haden followed him to the padded wicker patio furniture and took a seat.
“How’d you like to be our new Sergeant-at-Arms?”
Haden blinked rapidly in confusion. “What about Danann Jones?”
The old man had taken the position when Tag became VP, but Haden knew he was getting up there and didn’t want to be the club’s main muscle for long. He’d just done it to appease his son, Sniper.
“Old man wants to step down. Figured you could take his place.”
“I’ve only been a member 8 months. How do the other guys feel about this?”
Tag smiled. “We have to vote on it, but I’m pretty confident they’re cool with it.”
“Sure. Yes. Of course.”
Haden couldn’t believe this was happening so soon. In less than two years, he’d gone from walking trouble to a respected member of Rebels & Rogues.
“Good. Now get your helmet. We got a club meeting to get to. Guys want to vote on this tonight.”
Haden sprinted into the house and grabbed his cut and helmet. His low rider was parked just in front of Tag’s. He swung his leg over the seat and fastened the strap on his skid lid beneath his chin.
Before he started up the bike, he looked back and Tag and said, “Thanks.”
“For what?”
“I know you did this. Appreciate it.”
A sideways smile created crinkles at the corners of the big biker’s eyes. “Told you. I want you by my side.”
They fired up their engines and headed out.
***
Enjoy a sizzling bonus story full of hot man love. Barista Boys is a short and spicy read by C.J. Sneere.
Barista Boys
By C.J. Sneere
“Ohhh yeahhh…That feels good.” My hands swept down the sides of his thick, muscular neck. I massaged his broad, smooth shoulders as he bobbed up and down my cock. When I moaned out these words, he took my aching erection from his mouth and smiled up at me.
Like that, huh?” His straight, white teeth shone. Under a sheen of sweat, so did his flawless caramel skin.
I moaned as he descended on my cock once more, sucking hard as he wrapped one big, wide hand around the base of my penis.
Through half closed eyes I noticed the time. The clock above the soda cooler read 8:15. I was late opening Daily Brew—the coffee shop I worked at for two years now. Well, technically speaking I wasn’t late. I’d actually opened ten minutes early, and that’s when the gorgeous guy sucking my cock walked in. We got to talking, which led to flirting. The morning was slow, with no other customers lining up at the counter. So I propositioned the guy to a little oral pleasure in our break room, after I disabled the surveillance equipment. Tonya never checked the computer’s digital cam files anyway. And since I was the coffee shop’s only technophile, she trusted me to maintain the security equipment.
His broad fingers stroked and teased my balls, and I raised my hips to shove my cock deeper into his warm, wet mouth. He sucked hard and fast, letting me face fuck him like mad. Then he pulled away, a trail of spit clinging to his lips and my throbbing cock. His head dipped lower between my legs so he could tease my asshole with his tongue. He licked my perineum with enthusiasm, until my asshole and balls throbbed as hard as my cock did. I gave a guttural groan and clutched at his bald head. I was just about to face fuck the shit out of him again, when I heard footsteps at the front of the store.
“Bruce?” My heart sank at the sound of my co-worker’s voice. “Why are you locked up at 8:17 am? There’s a crowd gathering outside, and they want their morning coffee.”
Simon’s faux-cultured tone made me clench my teeth. The stranger between my legs gave me a wide-eyed gaze with those beautiful brown eyes. With a sigh I got up and rushed him toward the broom closet. I was just grabbing my pants, and he was just shutting the closet door, as Simon appeared in the break room.
His face went red as a tomato, and he adjusted his glasses. “Oh, you just wait until Tonya hears about this.”
After getting dressed, I raced after him. I stopped Simon before he could punch our boss’ number into his cell. My break room lover rushed past us, out the door, just as a throng of morning coffee drinkers rushed in.
“I thought it was your day off?” I growled at Simon.
While I plastered on a fake smile for an approaching customer, he gave a smug smirk. “It is, but looks like my idea to drop by was a good one.”
After I gave a grumbling man his latte and change, I scowled at him. “I run the place just fine by myself, thank you.”
He scoffed, scratched at his cheek stubble. “Yeah, sure looks like it.”
When the morning crowd died down, Simon still remained. I ushered him in the break room to have a little chat. I noticed, as I did so, he hadn’t shaved in at least two days, and his pants were a mass of wrinkles. Unusual for my co-worker, who usually kept everything from his buzz cut to his nails pristine.
“Don’t you dare tell Tonya about this morning,” my whisper was guttural with the hint of threat. “Otherwise, I’ll have to show her those files of you masturbating all over that one customer’s bagel.”
He rose from the beaten up couch we kept in the break room. His face was even redder than before, and he blustered but couldn’t spit out words at first. “How do you know about that?”
Chuckling, I crossed my arms over my chest. “I do watch the security files, you know. Guess you’re not so fond of Mr. Gribble. How many times have you substituted cum for cream cheese when he orders?”
Sweat beaded his forehead as he pointed at me. “It was the first and only time, and the bastard deserved it.” His face twisted in a vicious sneer, and then Simon stalked from the break room, slamming the coffee shop door when he exited via the main entrance.
I stood there, staring after him as I scratched my thick crop of wavy black hair. What an asshole, but at least I’d trumped him with the surprise about the security footage. I hoped it didn’t come to showing Tonya, but I was prepared to use what I had to if it meant keeping my job. Simon and I were like oil and water, sure, but I didn’t want to cost him his job if I didn’t have to. Hopefully he felt the same way.
The rest of the day went by uneventfully, with no calls or visits from Tonya. I was relieved. She took weekends off, and Simon and I alternated weekend mornings. We worked nights through the week because we were both in college and had morning classes.
Being I was a technophile and Simon was a Neo-Luddite, you can see how we fought often. He was a creative arts major/ struggling novelist and I was in film school, while working on my first short indie film. Our favorite topic to butt heads over was ebooks. He was a traditionalist who believed ebooks posed a huge threat to the future of literature. I thought he was being melodramatic on the issue. I saw digital publishing as a great way to give more creative freedom to the writer—a greater ability to handle their own rights, careers, without the need for a disconnected ‘big man’ controlling trends.
“But it lets a ton of crap writers publish any old thing,” he said, wrinkling his nose in disgust as we talked about it one afternoon while we crossed shifts.
I shrugged. “Well, yeah, there’s that. But, hell, that happens with a lot of things. Look at glam metal, look at grunge. They all got saturated with lukewarm knockoffs too. But that doesn’t make Motley Crue or Nirvana any less talented.”
He snorted at this. “That’s your opinion.”
I rolled my eyes at him. “Yes, I forgot, if it doesn’t take a full on symphony to play it, y
ou aren’t interested.”
I chuckled to myself as I thought back on this conversation while wiping down the tables for the last time. Tonya only kept the place open half days on Sundays, as it was our slow day after the morning rush tapered off, so I’d opened and shut the shop. I’d already locked the doors, and I was surprised to hear a knock.
Simon stood outside. His head was bowed and he looked defeated.
I unlocked the door and poked my head outside. “What’s up? You’re not still pissed about this morning.”
He waved me off, but refused to meet my gaze. “No, no, it’s not that. You going to let me in?”
I moved out of the doorway to let him by. He headed straight for the two couches we kept in the shop. They always reminded me of that old sitcom where the rich gal worked as a waitress. Simon plopped down on the green striped one, and I soon joined him.
“I’m sorry about earlier,” he said, voice gruff with apparent embarrassment. “I’ve had a lot of stuff on my mind lately, and I know it’s made me more of a bastard than usual.”
The honest admission shocked me. Simon could be arrogant, and he hated it when I proved him wrong. More than that, he hated to admit it or apologize. This had been a strange day all around.
“Hey, no worries.” I patted his upper thigh. “I shouldn’t be getting blow jobs in the break room either. Let’s call it even. I’ll delete that security file from my computer when I get home.”
“Thanks, Bruce.” He put his hand on mine and squeezed. “Sounds like a plan to me.”
I liked the feel of his palm atop my knuckles. His hand was warm and large. Simon was my physical opposite as well. He stood at the same height as me, but possessed a stocky build, whereas I was sinewy. Thick, sandy brown hair poked from the collar of his button down shirt, and if he missed one day shaving he had a five o’ clock shadow. Me? I was lucky if I could sprout a beard, but I did have that ‘eternally youthful’ thing going for me. My mother always said I’d look 20 even when I hit 40.
I moved closer, so the side of my body fit tight against his. “You wanna talk about what’s bugging you?”
He gave me a nervous look, and I swore his eyes shone with a vulnerability that made my heart soften further. Simon was what you’d call ruggedly handsome, and it seemed like his good looks were amplified in that moment.
“You wouldn’t be interested.” He looked away.
I touched his chin, guided his gaze back to mine. “Might help to talk it out. Give me a try.”
“You won’t use this against me later, when we have a fight?”
I chuckled. “No. I promise.”
He took a deep breath, looked at his knees then rubbed his hands up and down them. “You know my father is theater director at the Trivium, right? He actually owns the theatre, and has for five years now.”
I nodded when he paused, waiting for him to continue.
“Well, when I said Gribble deserved the spunky bagel, I meant it. Bastard’s going to demolish the Trivium to put up some shitty condos. He’s forcing Dad to sell, forcing him out of a job, at least temporarily. Dad has great contacts, so I’m not too worried about him finding more work. But my father grew up going to plays there, and I grew up going to my father’s plays at the Trivium. I can’t imagine it not being a part of our life.”
I felt a pang of compassion tighten my chest. It had to be tough watching the destruction of something you treasured. Being helpless to prevent it had to be frustrating and depressing for Simon.
“Could your dad apply to the heritage society, maybe?” I put a hand on his shoulder and rubbed the tense muscles there. “If they decide the place has historic significance, you still might be able to save it.”
He shook his head sadly. “We tried that. The building isn’t over a hundred years old. That’s a base requirement for application, apparently.”
I moved my arm along his strong, broad shoulders. “I’m sorry, Simon. That really sucks.”
His eyes met mine with an intensity that stunned me for a moment. He whispered “Thank you,” and there was no mistaking the naked lust in his gaze.
My belly grew warm and tight. My cock tingled. Before I could stop myself, I leaned in and kissed him. Gently at first, but then Simon cradled the back of my head and pulled me into a wanton dance of lip, teeth, and tongue.
Sure, I’d thought about this before. I couldn’t deny that. Though he could be a pretentious asshole, Simon rated high on the definitely fuckable charts. The love / hate chemistry that boiled between us seemed to explode in that hungry kiss. Our teeth clinked together as he pulled my head closer, and I coiled my arms around his broad, muscled back. It was like we tried to eat each other, tried to climb beneath each other’s skin, our lust burned so hot.
I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, but I couldn’t undo them fast enough. In frustration I ripped it open, exposing his taut, barrel chest. My hands moved from his back to his pecs. I squeezed the muscles there hard, then splayed my fingers over the curly, sandy brown hair coverings his chest. He pulled my t-shirt over my head before pushing me back on the couch.
My hand enjoyed the feel of his abs tightening beneath my touch. I swirled my fingertips through the hair above his belly button then caressed lower. When I reached his belt, I yanked it and his fly open. His hands slipped under the waistband of my now open jeans, yanking them and my boxer briefs down. As he slipped one leg between mine, I pushed his pants and briefs to his knees. He used his thigh to rub my growing erection. I moaned as he pulled his lips from mine and flicked his tongue in my ear before biting the lobe.
Our hands twined around our stiffening cocks, and we stroked each other until we were both rock hard. We groaned in unison, kissing and massaging flesh as we did so. He licked and bit my nipples until I gave a low growl and urged his head lower with a urgent push. Simon chuckled against my skin, and his breath tickled the flesh above my ribs. I relished in the warmth of his lips, his skin, his touch. Our mad, sudden desire felt so good.
His tongue laved my skin as he moved closer to my belly button. As he inched lower, he took nips of skin, stopping to tug this flesh with his teeth. I closed my eyes and ran my palms over the fuzzy sprigs of his buzz cut. When he applied teeth, I grunted pleasure and arched upward. My aching cock slapped against his cheek. When it did he ran his palm over the glans, lubing up his grip with my trickling pre-cum. Then he curled his hand around my thick, blue-veined shaft and stroked slow, seductively.
His head dipped between my legs and he sucked my balls, tickling my thin, sensitive sac with his probing tongue. I moaned loudly and thrust into his grip. He pumped me harder, squeezing and releasing at just the right times, while his tongue glided down my ass crack. He ground the wet muscle into my perineum, and I cried out, “Oh, fuuuck.” After my enthusiastic response, his eager mouth found my asshole. I tilted my hips up higher to give him better access, and he guided my legs over his shoulders. He sucked, licked, and poked his tongue in and out of my anus until I squirmed beneath him and the tight hole pulsed.
While he pleasured my ass with his mouth, he stroked my penis faster yet, and I met his rhythm with feral, frantic thrusts. Once my anus was well lubed with spit, he shoved two fingers up the slick hole. At the same time he gobbled my cock whole, holding it down his throat for a long time. I was thick, extra thick in fact, but I wasn’t long, so it wasn’t too difficult to deep throat me.
He brought his mouth up and down rapidly, and his fingers fucked my ass in time with this amazing blow job.
I writhed against his strong body. “Damn, Simon,” I groaned the words. “You sure know how to suck cock.”
His only response was to mumble around my penis, which sent exquisite vibrations throughout my throbbing shaft.
Fierce pressure built in my balls and shot through my penis. I was just about to cum when his cell bleated an old 80s New Wave tune.
“Shit.” He tore his mouth from my cock and glared at his pants, which were pooled on the floor.
/> His head slipped from between my legs and he snatched the phone from a side pocket. Standing naked before me, as dying sunlight spilled in the front of the shop, I had to admit he was an impressive specimen of man.
“Hello?” He growled after hitting “TALK,” but his voice soon took on a softer tone. “Dad, hi. Any news?” A lengthy pause, and a tinny voice filtered through the phone. “I’ll be right over.”
Simon flipped the cell shut and gave me an apologetic glance. “I’ve got to cut this short. Sorry, Bruce, but my dad has news on another theater up for sale, in—”
Still coming out of my horny daze, I waved him off with a smile. “Go. I know it’s important.”
He dressed quickly, but before he walked off, he cast a final gaze over his shoulder. “Maybe some other time?”
His vulnerable, little-boy-look caught me off guard again. I gave a lopsided grin and shrugged. “Maybe. We’ll see.”
***
The next evening Simon and I worked the closing shift together. Monday nights were crazy busy, since the Movie Mega Palace across from us ran a cheap double feature that night. And there were no bars or clubs in the mini-mall where Daily Brew was located, so when the films ended at 9pm we were flooded with customers. Tonya stayed open extra late Mondays to accommodate the patrons and to maximize profits. I wondered how things with Simon would go after the hot make out session and oral sex.
He started two hours after I did, and he acted aloof from the moment he walked in the door. The “Hey” I gave him when he moved behind the counter was greeted with a lowered head and a mumbled “Hi.” The hours went by in a flurry of customers and silence. Usually when the orders lagged Simon would at least make small talk, or take a jab at my taste in music. Tonight he avoided my eyes as well as avoiding idle chatter. By the end of the evening I was beginning to feel like a dirty secret he regretted, and I was pissed at the mixed signals.
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