by Aaron Riley
Harley
I waited patiently until David and Mr. Spencer exited the building before jumping into the elevator. I didn't know how much time David was going to be able to give me so I needed to work fast.
The elevator doors opened on a big room with tiles floors and a wood-paneled ceiling. I thought it was Mr. Spencer's office but realized it had to be the secretary's. Mr. Spencer's would be behind the big double doors.
I opened them to find exactly what I pictured his office to look like. It was bigger than my entire house. The view of Saint Marks all lit up was breathtaking. I could stand and stare at that scenery all night.
But I had a job to do.
His desk and computer were on the far left side of the office. A framed photo of David and his father from high school graduation sat on the desk. David and Mr. Spencer looked so happy together. But so much had changed now.
I put the framed photo down and started taking apart the computer tower. In prison, computers and I became very close. They had me working on repairing computers night and day. They said that my background of fixing up motorcycles could help.
It didn't.
Computers were foreign to me but after a couple years I became somewhat familiar with them.
Once the computer was opened, I spotted two hard drives and unplugged them both. But I couldn't guarantee that everything I needed was on these. I searched the drawers for any papers that he might try to hide. A locked drawer piqued my interest. That's where I would hide the documents that could put me away.
I tugged on it hard but it wouldn't budge. He wouldn't keep the key just sitting around. It was probably on his person. I'd have to open this the old-fashioned way. I picked up the left side of the desk as high as I could, my muscles bulging through my leather jacket.
I let go and the desk slammed to the ground. I checked the drawer but it was still locked.
One more time should do it.
I picked up the desk again and heaved it to the ground. The lower drawers smashed and broke apart. The locked one was opened part way. I took the whole drawer out and spotted another hard drive.
Bingo.
The two in the computer probably held nothing. I tossed them to the side and took the hidden hard drive. “I got you now, you son of a bitch,” I said aloud.
The doors to the office opened and I froze in place. “Who are you talking to, Harley?” Mayor McCain asked, walking in with a gun pointed right at me.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Mayor?”
“Cleaning up some loose ends,” he replied. “Now drop that hard drive and put your hands up.”
I let the hard drive slip out of my fingers and to the ground. I slowly brought my hand behind my back to reach for my gun.
Mayor McCain shook his gun at me. “Not so fast, Harley. Hands up high where I can see him.”
I wouldn't be able to pull my pistol out fast enough. The mayor would get off two shots before I could even fire a first. I hesitantly raised my hands up.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. David was on his way up.
It was all over now.
Chapter Eleven
David
The elevator dinged and the doors opened to the top floor.
Please be gone, Harley.
But it was worse than I ever could've imagined.
The door to my father's office was wide open and Harley stood there with his hands raised above his head. Why didn't you try to hide?
“What are you doing in my office, Harley?” my father's voice boomed.
Mayor McCain came into view, holding a gun pointed right at Harley. My stomach flipped over. I wanted to scream but nothing came out of my open mouth.
“I'm glad you all could make it,” the mayor announced.
My father stepped forward. “Morty? You can't be serious. Put the gun down.”
Harley laughed. “Your name's Morty? Morty McCain? You must've been picked on a lot when you were a kid.”
McCain pointed the gun higher at Harley. “Shut the fuck up, Harley. You'll get what's coming to you soon enough.” He turned back to my father. “I won't let you control me anymore, Spencer. With you gone, I'll be free and Spencer Enterprises will be done for.”
My father stood in front of me and put his hands up. “Put the gun down and let's talk about this, Morty.”
The mayor swung his gun around and pointed it at my father. “We're done talking.”
Harley and I locked eyes. He was so calm in such a tense situation. That's when I knew he had everything under control.
Harley reached down behind his waistband in slow motion. He pulled out his handgun and pointed it at the mayor. The mayor realized what was happening in the corner of his eyes. He swung back around to meet Harley but it was too late.
Harley fired off two shots, hitting the mayor in the chest and head. Blood sprayed in large arcs, splattering over the ceiling and walls of my father's immaculate office. A scream finally escaped my lips and I instinctively ducked.
Mayor McCain slumped to the ground like a bag of bones, blood pooling around his body.
Harley quickly jumped to the mayor and picked up the gun. He pointed both of them at my father. “Get on your knees, Mr. Spencer.” Harley's eyes glowed with rage.
I stepped in front of my father and spread my arms out. “Don't kill him, Harley. Even if he's a bad man, he's still my father.”
Harley stared at me, his chest expanding and contracting. The rage left his eyes and he lowered the gun. “Call the police, David. Your father is going to prison for a long time.
Harley
The cops had everything they needed to take down Mr. Spencer. The DA made a deal with him to send David's father to a lower security prison in exchange for a confession.
Mr. Spencer agreed.
He was going to jail just as fast as I did. And everything was right in the world again.
The next day, David called me over to his father's house. When I arrived on my motorcycle, the place was swarming with government agents. Big moving vans were parked outside and they were loading furniture.
I walked into the grand entryway which was so familiar to me since that was as far as Mr. Spencer would usually let me into his home. A double staircase led to the second floor. A glass chandelier hung from above. “David, you in here?” I called out. My voice echoed through the large room.
“Up here, Harley,” he replied, standing at the wooden banister of the second floor.
I smiled at him and made my way through the crowd of agents moving files and furniture. I walked upstairs to the unexplored second floor. I passed by so many different rooms: library, sitting room, gallery, and too many bathrooms to count.
I almost walked by the room with David in it. “I thought you got lost for a moment,” he said.
David was sitting on a tall white bed covered with stuffed animals, wearing a a white t-shirt and faded jeans. The room was spotless like nobody had ever lived in it before. A bookshelf of porcelain dolls stood in a corner and a white desk with a lone sheet of paper in the other corner.
“Don't even say a word,” David said. “I already know what you're thinking and you can save it. This is not what my room looked like when I was a teenager. I had a different bed, no toys, and I had rock band posters plastered all over the walls.”
I couldn't help but chuckle. David was being so defensive. “So what happened then?”
“When I moved out, my father changed everything back to the way it was when I was five years old.”
I walked over to the shelf of action figures.
“I used to play with those all the time,” he said.
I plopped down on the bed next to David and stretched out my legs. “What's with all the government downstairs.”
David lay next to me with his hands behind his head. “Pretty much confiscating anything that had to do with my father—including the house.”
“That's a bummer. We could've thrown some killer parties here with the MC.”
“Th
ey're also freezing all his assets. So I won't be getting any money.”
“No problem. You're going to move in with me. We'll make it work somehow.”
David nuzzled his head in my neck. “I'm so glad you came back to me, Harley.”
“Will you marry me, David?” The question popped out of my mouth before I could even think about it. My brain was on autopilot. How could I be so stupid? I was supposed to propose in a romantic way—not in his childhood bedroom.
David raised his head from my chest and stared me in the eyes. “Are you serious, Harley?”
“When am I not serious, David?”
Water filled his eyes. “You better not be playing around with me!”
My heart drummed louder in my chest. “What's your answer?”
David slapped me on the arm. “Of course the answer is yes, you big dumb biker.”
I pulled him to me and kissed him hard. The rock in my pants pressed against David's hard body. “Do you have a present for me down there?” he asked, biting his bottom lip.
I nodded and David began undoing my pants like they were a bow. When my boner flopped out, David gasped. “It's like Christmas morning.” He stroked my shaft, my body sinking deeper and deeper into the bed.
David had no idea how much power he had over me. I'd do anything he asked just to make him tighten his grip on my cock and make me come.
David let go of my length and rolled over next to me. He pulled down his jeans, showing off his bare ass. “Take me, Harley Wood.”
Oh fuck...he wasn't wearing any boxers.
“You're definitely the man for me, David.” I spread his cheeks and slid into him.
We moaned to our heart's content, not caring that every government agency could hear us. David's hips bucked against my thrusts, shoving my cock deeper inside, stretching out his tight ass.
We kissed as I pounded David on his bed.
“Come with me, Harley. Come with me now.”
It wasn't hard to find my release—especially with David tightening his ass around my cock and shuddering as he came. I unloaded inside him, thrusting in and out.
“I love you, David” I said, exasperated.
“I love you too, Harley. Can we go again?”
I laughed. “We're going to spend our entire lives together. That means a ton of sex. And you can't even wait a moment before you want more?”
David rolled over and nibbled on my ear. “I can't help myself. You're too delicious.”
“Well I won't be the one that ever says no.”
We kissed and made love two more times before the government agents kicked us out.
—
The next day, David moved into my house. He unloaded the last box of his things from his BMW onto the driveway.
I helped him carry the last box into the house. “Maybe we could sell your car for some extra cash? Help pay for the wedding,” I proposed.
“We won't need money for a little while,” he replied with a knowing smile.
“What are you talking about?”
David waved an envelope in front of my face. “I totally forgot about it.”
“What is it?”
“The check for the painting I sold at the art show.”
I snatched the check from him. Twenty thousand dollars. My legs became like rubber and I had to sit down for a moment.
“There's more where that came from. The man who bought the painting has commissioned another one from me. We're going to be all right.”
“We're going to be all right,” I repeated.
David was all mine. Could life get any better?
Epilogue
David
Two Months Later
“Why can't you sit still, Harley?”
Harley squirmed in the chair, fixing his jeans and shirt. “I wasn't made to sit for paintings, David.”
I laughed, stroking the brush along the canvas. “Yeah that's apparent.”
I still got goosebumps whenever he said my name.
Our wedding was a whirlwind that blew right by us. Harley wanted the wedding as soon as possible so we needed help. The Reavers MC took care of all the planning and expenses. I was really nervous about the MC planning my dream wedding. I expected leather jackets and a motorcycle to drive me down the aisle.
But it was the most beautiful thing in the world.
Right on the beach, the sun shining, the waves crashing in the background. I couldn't have asked for more perfect weather. White chairs were set up along the grass facing a modest altar. It was all so simple, yet elegant.
Happiest day of my life.
Our honeymoon was spent in a hotel room right on the water. We never even left the bed.
“How much longer do I have to sit here?” Harley complained.
“Almost done.” Everything looked great except for his expression. It didn't capture Harley at all.
“Why are we even doing this today? There's so many dirtier things we could be doing.”
I leaned over past the canvas and gave Harley a death glance. “I wanted to capture this moment.”
“What moment? Why don't you capture the moment I come inside you? That would make for a great painting.”
I rolled my eyes. “Keep it in your pants.”
My hand moved independently of my body, spreading the paint across the canvas. I rarely had to actually think about what I was painting. It all came out of me naturally.
I put the last finishing touches on the painting and stepped back to take it all in. I couldn't have done a better job.
“Can I get up now and kiss my husband?”
“Get over here, you dumb brute.”
Harley rushed over and wrapped his arms around me. He showered me with kisses, choking my body with his arms. He stared at the painting, tilting his head side to side. “It actually looks like me.”
“It came out perfectly.”
Harley turned to me and smiled. “I'll love you forever, David.”
“Until the end of time, Harley.”
The End
Defender
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Description
Aiden
Darkan saved my life.
He's the first real man I've ever laid eyes on.
My crotch swelled at the sight of him.
I'll do whatever it takes to pay him back.
Darkan
I'm a Ranger of the Old Forest, Protector of the Kingdom of Rian.
After rescuing Aiden, he's made me rethink everything.
He's the man I've always been searching for...
His Defender is a gay fantasy romance featuring very steamy scenes and a happily ever after!
Chapter One
The village of Icebor stood on the outskirts of the Kingdom of Rian. Located a few miles from the castle, it was one of the smaller villages but was bursting with activity.
Aiden Aro strolled through town, holding a large wicker basket filled with dirty clothes. He walked by Guntho and his stall that was stocked with the freshest bread. Guntho was balding with a big belly that jostled when he laughed. He was always the most friendliest out of the village folk.
“Washing clothes today?” he asked.
Aiden nodded, looking over the different types of bread. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. “Smells so good.”
“I'll let you have a loaf on the house.”
The basket took both hands to carry and he couldn't very well put a piece of food with the dirty clothes. “I'd love some. I just don't have the room to carry it.”
Guntho laughed and his stomach rippled. “Don't worry about it, I'll deliver it to your parents.”
Aiden blew him a kiss. “You're the best, Guntho.”
Aiden con
tinued on, passing by more neighbors and saying hello. Everyone in Icebor knew each other. That was one of the benefits of a small town.
He passed by the stables and could hear the horses rustling inside. His parents didn't have enough money to own a horse but he was allowed to ride one every once in awhile. Aiden made a promise to himself that he would one day own a horse.
And he already had a name picked out. Illa if it's a girl. Dune if it's a boy.
He imagined riding at top speed through the Old Forest, the wind in his dark hair, weaving in and out of trees. He could almost feel the horse breathe beneath him.
But it was only a fantasy. A dream that would never come true. Horses were expensive in the Kingdom of Rian.
He caught a glimpse of Hugo the stable boy tending to a bale of hay as he passed. He looked up and brushed his shoulder-length blonde hair out of his eyes. Hugo smiled at Aiden and he blushed, walking away as fast as possible.
Hugo was about the only man in Icebor that was around the same age as Aiden. Ever since they were children, the village had talked about them getting together. But he always dismissed the idea.
Now that he was nineteen, which was the acceptable age to date in Icebor, he saw Hugo differently. He was always nice to him but he was very small and weak when they were younger. But after working in the stables for two years, Hugo had bulked up nicely.
Now Aiden could barely fumble out two words around him without making a fool out of himself. If only he would ask him on a date.
Aiden passed the last of the thatched-roof huts and made it to the river. It was calm today which was a relief. Rain had bombarded the village day after day and the river was too wild to get close to. The laundry had piled up and the basket Aiden held was only the first of many.
The Junti River bordered Icebor and was the only place to get fresh drinking water and wash clothes. He set his basket down and stretched his arms. Aiden looked out across the river to the other side. The green hills ran high and he never knew what lay over the top. The other side always called to him but he had been told from an early age to stay away.