He cocked his head, amusement playing over his face. “Ah, what is that?”
I grinned and spun on my heel, giving him a better view of the pattern across my ass. “They’re strawberries.”
He grinned and shifted across the room to squeeze my left asscheek. “Nah. Those are peaches, baby. All squishy.” He tapped my cheek with four fingers.
I snorted, but when he wrapped his arms around me and pressed his chest to my back, I froze, curious to see what he’d do next. He danced his hand over my stomach, dipping his finger into my belly button, which had me rolling my eyes. Chuckling, he slid his hand lower and tugged at the waistband of my briefs so he could grab hold of my cock without any barriers. I hissed at his touch. It’d been too long since I had another man’s hand on me, and desire turned my body hot. My cock throbbed when he wrapped his fingers around my width and tugged at it gently, almost playfully.
“You’re so hot,” he whispered into my ear. “I want to fuck you against the windows. I want the world to know you’re mine for tonight while I drill my dick into your hole.”
I shivered at his dirty words, goose bumps rising on my skin. “You want my snooty neighbors to see it?”
“Fuck yeah. Let those rich assholes know you’re being fucked by a biker.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” I murmured. “Take me over to the window and fuck me. It’s reinforced glass.”
“You don’t need to say it twice.” He spun me and grabbed me around the waist, heaving me up. I gasped, surprised he was able to hold my weight while he was injured, but that didn’t seem to limit him in doing what he wanted. He carried me toward the glass walls and slammed me against one of them.
I sucked in a breath at the cool touch against my back and shoulders, a contrast to how Luke made me feel. The warmth and cold ignited a moment of bliss, my cock hard as a bat. I didn’t have time to worry about Luke’s concussion and injury, not when he was throwing me around like a man on a mission.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he whispered, kissing down my neck and biting at my skin where my jugular beat a rapid, hammering rhythm. He licked up the length of my necklace and caught it between his teeth, yanking it before dropping it again. “I’m going to destroy you tonight. Make you mine.”
I didn’t have the will to deny him what he wanted, and if he needed me to be his, I’d do it just to get his cock inside me. Goose bumps prickled at my flesh and desire exploded in my stomach. This was it, I was finally going to get my fantasy of fucking against the glass wall of my bedroom, and I didn’t even care who would see.
Luke dropped me to my feet, and I pouted at him, but he grinned and winked. He spun on his heel, walking straight over to the light switch and turning it off, leaving us in darkness. The only light came from the moon, the glow casting dancing shadows through the glass walls. I turned to stare out at the backyard and smiled when arms wrapped around me, his thumbs dipping into the waistband of my underwear. He pulled them down and I let him, baring myself to whoever was watching from the comfort of their perfect mansions.
The touch of his fingertips sliding down my spine made me shudder, and I bit my lip as they went lower until they slipped between my asscheeks, touching my hole.
“You got lube?” he whispered.
“Depends, how safe are you?” I glanced over my shoulder. “I’m on PrEP, but I usually like to go condomless. If you’ve got infections—”
“I don’t,” Luke said sharply. “I got the results on my phone if you want them. It’s downstairs.”
I didn’t. I’d been there when he’d gotten those results, and curiosity killed the cat in every sense. When I had Franco hack those files to find out how safe Luke was, Franco had questioned why. My answer was simple: for my assignment. It wasn’t a lie, I supposed, but at the time I’d had no plans on sleeping with him, or I thought I didn’t.
“I trust you,” I murmured, spreading my legs. “The lube’s over in the drawer near the right side of the bed.”
He moved and I watched his backside with interest. His ass belonged to a god, and I wanted a chance at it, too, but right now I needed him inside me. Once he’d found the lube he came back with a smirk on his lips, his cock bouncing as he moved. Even with a bruised face he was handsome, in the brutal way I liked. I wanted a man who could fight, while being dangerous. His tattoos glowed under the moonlight, the black ink looking more vibrant under the bluish tint, and both his nipple and nose ring sparkled. Luke Booth was perfect in ways that shouldn’t have been possible.
He wiggled the lube bottle at me. “Let’s get down to business.”
I rolled my eyes and went to turn, but he grabbed my wrist, twisting me back toward the glass. He slammed my hand against the window then did the same with the other.
“Keep them there, humbug. Don’t move them.” His voice went deeper and a flash of need spread through me, fast and scalding.
I licked desperately at my dry lips and stared out at KC’s garage. My knees shook and I expected them to give out from under me because of the excitement of my fantasies coming to life.
He touched my asshole again, this time with a wetness to his fingers that had me hissing. The coldness had been a shock, but he didn’t waste any time. Luke was impatient when it came to fucking. He wanted in and he wanted to come, and I didn’t blame him. I wasn’t going to last long at this rate.
Luke shoved his fingers inside me, and I gasped in both surprise at the sudden intrusion and the pain that echoed through my body. Fingers were nothing, but it’d been a while since I’d had a man, let alone used my dildo on myself. I’d been too busy for that. Yet the stretch felt nice, and I spread my legs wider.
“Don’t move your hands,” Luke warned from behind me, shoving another two fingers into my hole.
I groaned, resting my hot forehead against the cool bulletproof glass. “It feels so good.”
“Yeah? Want my cock.” He pressed his chest against me and laid kisses over the back of my neck and shoulders. “You’re so gorgeous. I don’t know what I want to do first. Eat you out or fuck you.”
“Fuck me.” I glanced over my shoulder at him, my knees shaking. “Come on. Fuck me.”
He chuckled and dropped the lube, the lid popping open and smearing the liquid on the floor. I was too far gone to care, and when he seized my shoulder and spun me around, pressing my back and ass to the glass, I grinned at him in challenge.
He smirked and had his hands on my hips, lifting me again. I curled my legs around his waist, the tip of his cock nudging between my asscheeks—not near enough to my hole. The position was awkward, but he was able to hold me up as he reached around us to line up his cock with my hole, and then he was pushing inside.
My mouth parted in pleasure, need punching me hard in the gut. He stretched me apart with the wide width of his cock, spreading me like no one had before. I’d had longer cocks but no one with Luke’s thickness and the lust hit me like a bullet to the head. My body exploded in sparks of desire, a firework of sensations that had me gripping at his shoulders harder.
I gasped, moaned, and pivoted my hips down onto his cock, sinking my hole onto him completely.
He groaned, burying his face into my neck. “Fuck. You’re tight.”
“Shut up,” I hissed, the want swallowing me whole. “Just move.” I shifted my hips, trying to make him push into me even more, which wasn’t possible. Instead I tweaked at the nipple with the ring, and he cursed in pleasure.
He grabbed my hips, finding a good position, which pushed my back against the glass even harder, and then he moved. His pace was slow at first before he wasted no more time and fucked into me roughly. I never expected a guy to make this work, but it was finally happening, and he handled me like it was no exertion at all. His fingernails bit into my skin, and between the way his cock spread me and the pain of where he gripped me, I was flying high.
I threw my head back, slamming it against the glass, and hissed, bouncing in time with him as he thrust i
nto me. He hit my prostate dead on, and I panted out a moan. “There. Oh fuck, right there.”
He grinned impishly and tilted his hips, fucking into me in a way that hit my sweet spot every time. Sweat clung to my skin, the smell of sex heavy in the air. The floorboards beneath the carpet groaned slightly, but it was perfect. Fuck Luke for being good in bed.
I gripped his shoulders tighter and groaned. “Please. Please.” Sliding my hand between us, I grabbed my erection, jerking off in time with his thrusts. He nearly dropped me a few times, but I didn’t care. We could hit the floor and I wouldn’t care, as long as he kept up the pace.
As if reading my mind, he did exactly that, laying me across the floor and pressing his hand down onto my chest, shoving me against the carpet. My head nearly collided with the glass. Then his hand wrapped around my neck, fingertips digging into my windpipe, and I was so close it hurt.
Fire spread throughout me and headed straight to my balls. “Fuck, choke me. I’m going to come.”
His hold tightened, and I gasped, trying and failing to breathe through his grip on my throat. My cock lurched and stripes of cum shot from my slit, covering our chests and bellies.
Luke fucked into me a few more times before he stilled, eyes bright and body convulsing as warmth filled my brutalized hole. He groaned, dropped his head on my chest, and finally released my neck, allowing me to inhale sharply.
“Fuck.” He groaned again, shuddering hard. “I can’t stop coming.”
His load filled my ass right up—it wasn’t a small amount. I smiled. Sliding my hand over his short hair, careful of those stitches, I kissed his sweaty forehead. My limbs mimicked jelly and I could barely lift them.
“How’s your head?” I murmured as I caught my breath.
“Sore, but I can handle it. I don’t give a shit about pain when I can fuck you all night long.”
I rolled my eyes but didn’t say any more.
It took a while for my heart to stop racing, and when he finally looked at me, it went off in a gallop again. I’d never seen someone appear so fucking delicious after an orgasm, and the glow of the moon only made him look like something he definitely wasn’t—an angel.
He grinned even though his shoulders slumped in exhaustion. “Up for another round? I’ll do you from behind while you stare out at your neighbors.”
I couldn’t help it. I laughed.
9
Barber
The blinding light of the morning sun flashed in my eyes, making me blink awake with a groan. I grabbed my pillow and jammed it over my head, cursing the headache that throbbed from my injury. I should have brought the painkillers upstairs with me last night, but my focus had been on getting Quain into bed and fucking him into oblivion. It didn’t happen on the bed the first few times, but I wasn’t complaining. The sex was the best I’d had in who the fuck knew how long. Too long.
“Flaccid ham.” The quiet murmur had me throwing the pillow to the side. I pushed myself up on my elbow and stared down at Quain. His eyes were closed but his mouth was moving, whispering things I couldn’t hear. A few times he spoke loud enough, though. “The Aussies want my flaccid ham.”
I grunted out a quiet laugh. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll protect your meat from the mean Aussies.”
“Mean Aussies,” he whispered, groaning as he shuffled to his side, his face close to my arm. “They’re as bad as the Kiwis.”
I laughed louder and smothered it with my hand. Fuck. Did Quain have any idea he talked in his sleep? I guessed he did because obviously KC knew. He hadn’t believed me when I’d told him before, though. The talking was the cutest damn thing I’d ever seen, and I wished I had my phone on me so I could record it, but it was downstairs with the painkillers.
Groaning, I rolled off the bed and sat on the edge, touching the back of my head. Grant had finished cleaning it up before he’d stitched it, which meant there was no blood, but the cut still hurt like a bitch. Muttering about the stupid-ass fucker who’d attacked me, I shoved myself to my feet and strolled into Quain’s fancy walk-in closet. I grabbed a pair of sweatpants big enough to fit and pulled them on before I picked up a shirt, too. When I was mostly dressed, I pissed in his toilet before heading downstairs.
I yawned as I checked my phone. There was only one message from King, asking if I was okay, so I replied with a thumbs-up. Walking around the kitchen island, I grabbed a glass and opened the fridge to check what Quain had in there. I chose orange juice and filled my cup before I took a long swig.
“Ah, that hit the spot.”
The sound of banging had me turning, and I yanked open the curtains above the sink to check out back. The garage door was open a sliver and the sounds were coming from there. Taking my juice with me, I headed for the door just off the kitchen, grabbing a jacket hanging on a hook near the doorframe on the way past, and stepped outside into the cold fall morning.
KC was inside the garage, sitting down next to a Harley, his body curved forward as he used a monkey wrench to tighten a bolt near the engine.
“Hey, kid.”
KC’s attention snapped to me and he relaxed. “Hey, Barber. What’s up? Have a good night last night?” He grinned knowingly.
I snorted and shrugged, grabbing a chair from the corner of the garage and dragging it over beside the bike. I sat down on it and took another sip of juice. “Your dad is something else.”
He scrunched up his nose. “Ew. I don’t want to know about Pa’s sex life.”
“Did I say anything about sex?” I winked at him, and he rolled his eyes before narrowing them on my shiny new bruises.
“What happened to you? Pa didn’t do that, did he?” The concern on his face was adorable but amusing.
I cracked up, curling my arm around my gut as I leaned forward from laughing so hard. “Your dad? No, kid. I think I can handle a hairstylist if he ever tried to hurt me.”
“Sure….” He smiled slyly and after my chuckles died down, I frowned.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Shrugging, he returned his focus to the bike. “This is my uncle Jayden’s bike, the one I told you about before. He doesn’t ride it much anymore and he said if I could fix it up, it’s mine. Pa didn’t like the idea.”
“Your uncle? That your dad’s brother?” I asked, curious about Quain’s life. So far I only knew about his father, who lived in a small cabin right on the outskirts of the city and liked hunting, his mom, and KC.
“Nope. My aunt is Pa’s sister. Uncle Jayden is her husband. He’s pretty cool.” He snorted. “For a cop.”
“Wait. Your uncle is a cop. Seriously?” I frowned. “I thought your dad didn’t like cops.”
“He doesn’t. Jayden’s kinda an exception to the rule, I guess. But they live in a small town outside of the city. Seldom Seen. You heard of it? It’s about an hour and a half south.” The wrench slipped and hit KC on the knuckle and he cursed, shaking his head and glaring at the Harley. “Motherfucking bitch.”
“Hey now, manners. You don’t want to upset your father.” I winked at him, and he snorted.
“You know he curses more than you think. He’s not such a saint.” He flashed me his pearly whites. KC was a good-looking kid, and while he wasn’t Quain’s by blood, it wasn’t hard to see the respect and love he had for him.
“Shut up. Not a saint? I don’t believe you. Your dad has morals.”
He threw his head back and laughed. “Yeah, the morals of a sinner. He just likes busting your balls.” Grinning, he continued, “Kinda like what you do to him, but in his own style.”
“Is that your way of telling me your dad likes me?” I teased.
His laughter grew louder and he shook his head. “You’ll have to ask him that. Hey, do you know much about Harleys? Wanna give me a hand?”
For the next half hour I passed KC tools because that’s the best I could do. I didn’t know jack shit about Harleys, and about the same with how to fix a bike, which was why my club brothers wanted to kick my ass
all the time. Scar always said I never took care of my baby, and that might have been true, but with someone like KC around, that could change.
The thought made me freeze. I was thinking of a situation that had me spending a lot of time with Quain, like a relationship, and that wasn’t something I’d ever really given any time to. I’d dated a couple of guys back in my teens, but the Kings had given me a new outlook on life—sex without the drama. I fucking wanted this with Quain and KC, though. If I told my brothers that information, they’d give me shit about it, even if some of them had already hooked up and were playing house.
The garage door opened and Quain stepped in with two steaming mugs in his hands. He passed me one and I took it without a second thought, sipping on the hot coffee with a wince. The drink was just sweet enough to make me moan. Not many people knew or suspected I was a coffee drinker, mostly because I stuck with alcohol. I had to keep my biker image after all.
“It’s like you read my mind,” I murmured, rising from my seat to give him a kiss on the mouth, which he accepted easily.
He ran his hand through his messy bed hair and smiled lazily. By the look of him, he was still blinking away the sleep from his eyes. “You’re welcome.”
“Pa, help me?” KC asked.
Quain passed me his mug and knelt beside KC. I watched them work, warmth filling my gut at the scene, which felt very… homey, like we were a real family. Now that was a scary thought. I nearly laughed.
Quain knew exactly what KC wanted, and they worked like a well-oiled machine, exchanging tools and talking about what the Harley needed while I sat and watched, a small smile playing on my lips, until my phone buzzed in the pocket of Quain’s borrowed sweatpants. Placing both mugs on the cement floor, I yanked it out and checked the message.
Church. 10am. Be there.
I sighed and replied back with a thumbs-up. When I raised my gaze, Quain had his head cocked in my direction.
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