by Aaron Riley
His man. We barely went on one date and he already thought I was his. That was a little presumptuous. But deep down I really did want to be his.
Brendan continued, “If they want to play dirty then we need to play dirty back.” Brendan shook his head. “No he's fine and a bullet only grazed my shoulder.”
I noticed that there was a trail of blood running down his arm. My man was hurt! He needed to go to the hospital but I already knew he wouldn't. I quickly ran back into the front office and rang the bell.
The owner came back out and almost turned right back around when he saw me. “Isn't everything satisfactory in your room?”
“I just needed a first-aid kit.” I slammed my fist against the desk.
Mr. Skin and Bones disappeared beneath the desk and produced a white rectangular box with a red cross on it. He blew off a fine layer of dust before handing it to me. “Make sure, you return this to me before you leave.”
I nodded and left back outside. Brendan was still on the phone talking. His conversations about club business were fascinating. It was a whole new world that I knew nothing about.
Brendan kicked his motorcycle tire hard. “Fine, just let me know what time the meeting with them is tomorrow.” He shoved his phone in his pocket and turned towards me. “Did we get a room?”
I smiled and jangled the key. “Is everything all right in the club?” He furrowed his brow at me and I knew to stop my line of questioning. Maybe with time, he'd open up about the club?
The motel room was the size of a tiny box that contained: a stained bed, wooden dresser, and dirty bathroom. I had walk-in closets that were bigger than this place. I turned on the light that flickered on and off repeatedly. “Why don't you sit down so I can dress your wound.”
“Are you going to be my nurse?” he asked, grinning.
“More like an Angel of Death if you don't sit down and keep quiet.”
Brendan zipped his lips shut and threw away the key. I sat next to him on the bed and helped take off his leather vest. Brendan winced from the pain as he stretched his arm out. I set the old first-aid kit on the dresser and made an inventory of what we had. Gauze, band-aids, antiseptic, and not much else.
Brendan pulled his white t-shirt off and got stuck halfway. I laughed and helped him, tugging the shirt off his head. My laughter came to halt when I got a look at his scarred physique. His chest was carved perfectly and dark tattoos of all types littered his skin. Deep scars ran across his shoulders and back. A huge tattoo that said: Dark Steel was written across his pecs. My cheeks flushed and I wanted to look away out of embarrassment but his body was captivating. A strong desire was taking root in the pit of my stomach.
I spotted the wound on the right shoulder and it looked pretty bad. “Maybe you should go to the hospital?” I asked hesitantly.
Brendan glanced at his arm. “It's just a flesh wound. Trust me, I've had worse.” I ran the tips of my fingers over his scars—I could believe him.
I pulled out a gauze pad and poured some alcohol on it. “This is probably going to hurt.”
“I can take it,” he murmured.
I dabbed the wound and Brendan howled from the sudden pain. I wiped away the dried blood while Brendan focused his eyes on me, panting. The bullet took out a chunk of his arm but it didn't look so bad now once it was cleaned. Our heads were close together and it took all the willpower in the universe to keep myself from kissing him. I taped a square patch to his arm. “Good as new.”
Brendan stared at me, his face inching closer to mine. Oh my! I closed my eyes and embraced his lips. He tasted like dirty cigarettes and booze—exactly what I thought a man like him would taste like. His hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me even closer to him, drinking in my kiss. My mind was all over the place. I couldn't focus my thoughts anymore. His tongue invaded my mouth and my heartbeat spiked.
Brendan broke away. “I've been wanting to do that to you ever since I first saw you.”
“Then don't stop,” I whispered, my eyes half open.
Brendan returned to my mouth, discovering it with his tongue. His fingers ran through my hair and I moaned against his lips. He bent my head to the side, revealing my bare neck. His kisses sent shivers down my spine as he ran his lips across my skin. He unbuttoned my shirt down and kissed my shoulder. I never wanted him to stop.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he asked.
My whole body flushed crimson and I shook my head, staring at the floor.
Brendan placed his fingers under my chin and lifted my head. “You're the most gorgeous man I've ever met.” His words warmed me all over. A hardness grew between my thighs. I wanted him so badly. But I had to tell him. He'd find out sooner or later.
“There's something I have to tell you...”
Brendan backed away, full of concern. “What is it?”
“I don't know how to say it. It's really embarrassing.”
Brendan took my hand, running his thumb over my knuckles. How could the lightest touch make me feel so good.
A surge of liquid courage flowed through my veins. “Brendan...I've never been with a man before.”
Brendan's jaw dropped and he burst out laughing, doubling over and holding his stomach. That was not the reaction I expected. All the confidence I had before evaporated into nothingness. Tears welled up in my eyes. I wanted to run for the door and never look back.
Brendan stopped laughing. “Wait a second, you're serious? I thought you were trying to pull my leg. How could a stripper be a virgin?”
I gathered myself. “The right guy has never come along.”
Brendan became serious. “Shawn, I don't think I'm the right guy for you. Maybe we shouldn't do this until you're ready. Are you even gay?”
“Of course I am,” I replied.
No! This conversation wasn't going the way I wanted it to.
I tried to find the right words. “That's the thing, Brendan. I've been waiting for this knight in shining armor to show up and whisk me off my feet. I realized that doesn't happen in real life—until I met you.” I grabbed his hand and held it tightly. “You might not be wearing armor, but you saved my life tonight.”
You're my knight.
“But I put you in that situation. I put you in harm's way. I would never forgive myself if something happened to you.” He faced away from me, looking out the motel window, his eyes taking in the night. “We shouldn't do this.”
Fear seized my body. I didn't want this to end. My stupid virginity couldn't hold me back any longer.
“Brendan dammit, stop thinking about everything so much and just take me!”
He turned back to me with wide eyes. Where did that powerful man come from? A warrior inhabited my body for a moment to help me get my way.
Brendan inched his way back to me. Our faces were millimeters apart, our noses touching. “I don't want to hurt you, Shawn.”
“Then don't.” I pressed my lips to his and soaked in his scent. His hands returned to my skin and set it ablaze. I felt up his bulging biceps, avoiding his dressed wound. I ran my hands down to his belt, fiddling around with the buckle until it came loose.
Brendan stood up and unsnapped his jeans. He pulled his pants off along with his white boxer-briefs. His cock was full and throbbing for me. I knew I felt something special when I gave him that lap dance.
“Lay down on the bed. I need to kiss every inch of you,” he ordered.
I nodded and lay softly against the pillow. Brendan slipped my jeans down my legs and tossed it to the side. He ran his lips up my thighs, passing my pubic hair and resting on my belly button.
My body involuntarily convulsed as he kissed my waistline. He put his hand on my hips to still my body.
“I'm so ready, Brendan. Fuck me now...”
He kissed me on the lips as he flipped me over. I looked behind to see his thickness so close to me. My mind couldn't comprehend that this was really happening. How could he be with a guy like me?
He forced his w
ay inside me, breaking through my tight ass. I squeezed the sheets from the sudden pain that melted away into extreme pleasure. He slowly thrust in and out, making sure to fill me up completely.
“Are you all right?” he murmured.
I nodded, breathing in sharply.
Brendan slid in and out of me, rocking his hips back and forth. I couldn't handle it anymore. I reached down and found my erect manliness. I needed to find my release.
“Come for me, baby,” Brendan whispered in my ear.
I shattered into a million pieces all around him. Oh my god! All the muscles in my body squeezed and flexed at once. I screamed as Brendan slammed in and out of me, sending me straight to heaven.
Brendan thrust into me one final time, reaching his climax. He called out my name as he unloaded inside me. Brendan collapsed on top of me in a sweaty mess, both of us out of breath. I wrapped my arms around him and never let go. This man was all mine—and I was all his.
“How was that?” he asked, rolling over next to me.
I stared up at the ceiling in shock. “That was so absolutely incredible. I can barely keep my thoughts together.” I faced him and held his hand. “Was I good enough for you?”
Brendan laughed. “You're more than enough. I've never come so hard...or fast in my entire life.”
Wow! I wanted to do back-flips around the tiny hotel room. My body felt so tired but my mind was wide awake. I slipped my hand under the covers and reached over to Brendan. His erection was back at full force.
Brendan was amused. “I can't usually go again so soon. This night is a lot of firsts for me.”
“Me too,” I replied, grinning. I can't believe this night!
Brendan ran his fingers through my hair and stared into my eyes. “I don't want this night to end.” He climbed on top of me and we made love over and over again.
Chapter Twelve
Brendan
I woke up from the sun baking my face and turned over to find Shawn sound asleep. I'd never stayed the night with a guy before. This was another first for me. What was it about this man that was so different? He was fucking hot—that was for sure. Normally I would have ran for this hills when I found out they were a virgin. It makes it a lot harder to have a one-night stand.
But I didn't want to do that with Shawn. I wanted to having as many nights with him as possible.
I watched how his hair reflected in the sunlight. The sheets barely covered his chest. My morning wood couldn't get any harder. If I stayed in bed any longer, I'd end up taking him while he slept. That wasn't such a bad idea but I didn't want to scare him too much.
I quietly sneaked out of bed and crept into the bathroom. I checked on Shawn one last time to make sure he was still asleep before closing the door. I stared at myself in the mirror and realized that I was smiling. I couldn't remember the last time I was actually this happy. The gauze pad on my arm was soaked with blood. I lifted it slightly and winced from the pain. Better to just leave it alone and heal. I turned on the shower and the steam fogged up the bathroom.
What I wouldn't do to make that man mine forever.
I stepped under the warm water and let it wash over my body. My muscles relaxed and I squirted some body wash into my hands. I lathered the soap all over my skin, rinsing away the dirt, sweat, and memories of the restaurant. I smiled again when I remembered the love-making from last night.
Love-making? Who the fuck was I? I didn't even know anymore. All I knew, was that I was falling for Shawn—hard.
The memory of the restaurant and shooting crept back into my mind. I would need to deal with all that today. I'd call Hammer after the shower and check up on things.
The shower door suddenly opened and Shawn jumped in completely naked. He giggled as he hugged me, his face getting hit by a spray of water.
“Did you sleep well last night?” I asked.
Shawn gazed up at me. “I don't think I've ever slept so soundly before. I don't think anything could have woken me up.” He faced away from the shower head and soaked his hair.
“Me too.” I smiled.
“What do you have to do today?” he asked.
I lathered my hair with shampoo. “Need to go to the MC and deal with some things. Shouldn't take too long. We can see each other tonight.”
“I'd like that,” he replied, wiping the shampoo from my eyes. “I need to go to my apartment anyways and change. But before that, there's one thing I've been dying to do.” He smiled before getting down on his knees.
Oh shit!
He grasped my hard-on and stroked it to life. I leaned my head back and moaned. The water cascaded off my back as he opened his mouth and put me inside. “Oh my god, that feels so damn good.”
Shawn wrapped his lips around me and bobbed his head up and down. He pushed me deeper and deeper down his throat until he hit my base. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. I clenched his hair in my fingers as he ran his tongue up my shaft.
“Does this feel good?” he asked with a devious grin.
“Oh yes,” I replied. “Where did you learn to do this?”
He popped me out of his mouth. “This is my first time.”
I almost collapsed at his response. How could he be this good?
Shawn stroked me while keeping me in his mouth and then he backed away. I needed to fuck him so badly. Needed to feel his warm ass around me.
But he wasn't going to let me.
I was going to come too soon. My breathing quickened—my grip on his hair tightened.
“You feel so good in my mouth,” he murmured.
“I'm so close,” I moaned.
What was he doing? I couldn't hold back any longer. I found my release in his mouth while he continued to suck me hard. I cried out, screaming his name at the top of my lungs.
Shawn pulled me out and wiped his lips. “You taste so good.”
This guy is so fucking hot and he swallows semen. “Why did I deserve that?” I asked.
“Last night was more than incredible. It exceeded every expectation. I thought you needed a thank you.”
I ran my face under the water. “You deserve a standing ovation for that.”
He got up from the shower floor and we embraced. “Why does this feel so right?” he asked, taking my hand in his.
I traced the outline of his palm. “I don't know. But I do know that I don't want this to stop.”
We kissed passionately under the water. I was already erect again. I needed him now. I pressed my body against his and let hi feel my pulsing member on his abs.
“I need you again, Shawn.”
“Then what are you waiting for.” He grinned, facing away from me and put his hands on the glass shower door. Shawn pushed out his ass until my shaft was caught in between his cheeks. I placed my hands on his hips and slid inside him. We both screamed in ecstasy as I crashed against him.
He turned his head towards me. “Fuck me harder, Brendan.”
Whoa! This guy was so dirty.
I pounded into him, stretching him out, quickening my pace.
Shawn let go and came all around me, his legs violently quivering. I moaned and released inside him, filling him up.
We fell down onto the tile floor, our limbs tangled in each other. “Do we have to leave this hotel room?” he asked, exasperated.
“Well we need to eat eventually.” I laughed.
“What about room service?”
“You remember what this place looks like, right?”
Shawn chuckled. “Scratch that. I'll eat something at home.”
I dried myself off in the shower as I watched Shawn wrap a towel around his delicious body. His bare neck looked so tasty. I wanted to feed on him and drink his blood.
“Oh fuck!” Shawn yelled.
My heart jumped. “What is it?” I looked around for my pants that hid my gun.
“I totally forgot to call Jenny last night.”
My heart returned to it's normal rhythm. Shawn ran out of the bathroom and grabbed hi
s phone. “Shit my phone died.”
“Do you need to use mine?”
Shawn scrounged through his bag and produced a cable. “No thanks, I can charge it.” He plugged it into the wall and turned on his phone. “Jenny left fourteen text messages and five voicemails. She's going to hang me for this.”
I tried to reassure him. “She'll understand when you explain the restaurant to her.”
Shawn dialed Jenny's number and waited. “I'm so sorry, Jenny. My phone died and I totally forgot to call you. I've been through so much since last night...Yeah, I'm on my way right now and I'll explain everything.”
“Is she all right?” I asked, putting my wife-beater back on.
“She wants to rip me into tiny pieces but she's glad I'm okay. I should probably get home.” Shawn looked out the window. “I totally forgot that my car is still at the strip club. Can you give me a lift to my apartment?”
I nodded. “Just let me give Hammer a call first and make sure we're safe to leave.”
Chapter Thirteen
Shawn
Brendan and I pulled up to my apartment on his Harley. I felt like such a badass. I wished Jenny would walk outside and see me on a motorcycle. My arms bear hugged his body. I didn't want to let go. I couldn't leave him yet.
“Want me to pick you up later tonight?” Brendan asked.
“Yes, please.” I hesitantly got off the bike and stood next to him.
He tore his sunglasses off. “You're so fucking sexy, Shawn.”
My face blushed red. I bent over and kissed him on the cheek. “I'll be thinking about last night.”
“Don't play games with me or else I'll take you right here on my bike.”
I almost wanted to take him up on his offer. “Bye, Brendan.”
He blew me a kiss and put his sunglasses back on. The tires of his bike screeched on the pavement as he took off. I walked up to the doorway when I got ping from my phone. I turned it on to find a text message from Brendan.
Brendan: Last night was beyond words. I need to bend you over and take that fine ass of yours again.