“Well, we wouldn’t want you to be bored. I think I’d fit in with you and your uncle quite well.”
“And KC?” I asked with a grin.
“Did you see how much that boy liked blowing up those cars?”
I laughed even harder.
Yep, this was going to be fun.
14
Quain
King and I were having a stare-off. I couldn’t decide if he wanted to throw me over the bar or just shoot me to get it over and done with. Probably both. I would have wanted to hurt me if I was him.
“Tell me why I shouldn’t feed you to my dog,” he finally said, the threat clear in the tone of his voice. He looked good tonight, even with a cigar hanging between his fingers and a glass of whiskey in his other hand. From what I’d seen while watching Luke, King was supposed to be easing off the drinking, but it didn’t look like he was doing a good job with it.
Luke was in the upstairs toilet, cleaning. As soon as he told King he’d forgiven me, in his own Luke way, King had him returning to his punishment, much to Luke’s irritation. Not that I needed him to save me. I was on a good-behavior order. I couldn’t hurt any of the Kings even if I wanted to.
“Because I owe you five jobs and you will need me eventually.” I smiled sweetly at him.
“I have Undertaker and Reaper and other guys to do the job, Barber included.” King grunted when Dallas placed his hand on his shoulder. Dallas sat on a barstool behind him, offering silent support. Undertaker was on the couch with Lee, and while he watched me, there was more respect in his eyes than what King had for me.
“You do, but they’re not me.” I raised my eyebrows in challenge.
“Cocky fucker, aren’t ya?” King grumbled, taking another sip of his whiskey.
I chuckled and eyed the gun he’d placed on the bar earlier. If he reached for it, I’d be ready. But I didn’t think he would. King enjoyed having men who owed him a favor. “I know what I’m talented at.”
“He’s good at sucking cock, too,” Luke shouted from somewhere deep in the clubhouse.
I rolled my eyes.
“But he can’t suck yours! He’s my cocksucker,” he finished, and I laughed.
King’s mouth twitched, and finally he smiled. “Shut the fuck up, Barber. You’re in enough trouble.”
I held up my palms toward him. “I did what I was paid to do, King, just like you do what you need to in order to protect your brothers. It wasn’t like I was trying to kill him.”
“You got his family kidnapped,” King growled out. “I like Errol and Sophie.”
“And so do I, but it wasn’t me who had them kidnapped, and it wasn’t my fault, either. If you want to talk to anyone about that, it should be District Attorney Jeremy Booth. He was the one they wanted revenge on.”
“And now? Will the Reyes boys keep coming for him?” He tapped his fingers on the bar near his now empty glass. “Because Barber is a pain in the ass, but he’s our pain in the ass.”
“King, you’ve never let me be your pain in the ass, if you know what I mean,” Luke shouted again, making me roll my eyes. “If you wanted me to fuck you, you should have told me before I got with Quain.”
King took a deep breath, his face flushing in irritation, and it took all my effort not to laugh. He spun toward the stairs and yelled back, “Barber, stop eavesdropping and start scrubbing. You just added another month to your cleaning duties.”
Luke stomped down the stairs, his boots thumping loud enough to make me wince. He had a bucket clutched in one hand as he pointed at King with the other. “You can’t do that. The club needs to agree.”
King opened his arms. “Who concurs with the punishment?”
Nearly everyone in the barroom raised their arm, including guys like Lee, who weren’t members.
Luke’s shoulders slumped. “Fucking hell.”
“Back to work. Now.” King spun on the stool, turning his back to Luke as he raised his hand to Josh, signaling for another drink. I thought maybe he needed it after dealing with Luke. I didn’t blame him. Sometimes Luke drove a man to drink. There were times since I’d started protecting him that I was tempted.
Luke cursed again and rolled his shoulders, walking down the hallway on the ground floor, probably toward the bathroom there.
I grinned in amusement. “Yeah, well, he’s my pain in the ass, too.” King gave me a look and I snorted out a laugh. “Not in that way, but also yes, that way.”
He grunted out a chuckle of his own as Josh came down the bar, opening the cap of a whiskey bottle. Pouring King a drink, Josh gave me a wink before he was off again. Sometimes I wondered if the kid ever went anywhere outside of the bar. God knows he always seemed to be here, especially when the Kings were having a gathering, whether it was a party or meeting.
“Five favors you say?” King raised his glass in a cheers to me before he took a deep drink.
Dallas’s eyebrows furrowed in concern and he leaned forward, toward King’s back. I heard him mutter, “Don’t you think you’ve had enough? You said you were only going to have one.”
King eyed the drink carefully and the war in his eyes became obvious. He wanted the drink badly, but he also didn’t want to disappoint Dallas, either. Finally he nudged the glass away and leaned back against Dallas, who wrapped his arms around King’s waist and rested his chin on his shoulder.
“Love you,” Dallas whispered.
“Love you, too.” King patted his arm before he finally returned his attention to me. “The favors can be anything?”
My chest warmed at the sight. “Yes, but I can only do them when I’m not on an assignment. My work still comes first.”
“You’re still gonna be an assassin?”
“Of course. That’s my job.” I leaned my elbow on the bar. “You’re a president of a motorcycle club, just like I’m an assassin. Same sort of thing, don’t you agree?”
“No,” he said bluntly, but then he gave me a half smile that wasn’t quite fit for a friend but meant he didn’t entirely hate me and want to kill me, either. “Fine. I’ll accept your parlay and I won’t put a bullet in your head.” He touched his gun and moved it farther in Dallas’s direction to prove a point. “But if you fuck us over at any time, I know Sloan Killough, and in turn, Ardan Murphy. We’ll find you wherever you go.”
I grinned. “Point taken. No hurting Luke or any of the Kings.”
“Good, we’re at an agreement, then.” King’s gaze slid back to the drink again, and I thought I’d do him a favor. I grabbed the glass and downed the liquid, wincing at the burn of the methanol that glided down my throat. “Scottish?”
King laughed. “Yeah, the best. Don’t tell those Irish bastards, though.”
“I think they’d be more pissed if you were drinking Russian vodka.” I slammed the glass back on the bar and made a face. The whiskey was expensive stuff, that much was obvious, and it tasted smooth. Wasn’t something I could do often because I could already feel myself tip slightly. It’d been far too long since I had any strong alcohol, and even longer since I drank something so quickly.
Luke came stalking out of the hallway, dropping the bucket on the floor so the water sloshed slightly over the top. He huffed and stormed toward me, his stench making me wrinkle my nose.
“You smell like shit. I mean, not literally.” I frowned at him. “Actually, it may be literal shit.”
King and Dallas laughed, and Luke quirked a smile at me. “Might be. Who the hell knows with these pricks. Hey, wanna make out?”
He leaned closer, and I shoved at his chest, careful not to push him too hard. While he’d mostly recovered from his own concussion, I didn’t want to hurt him. Grant had taken out his stitches a week ago and he was left with a scar. “Not until we get home and you shower.”
“Aw, is it my home, too? If it is, do I get to protest to city hall about that toll? That shit gets expensive after a while.” He growled in frustration, and I shrugged.
“You can pay a weekly fee inste
ad of a toll every time you pass over the bridge. All we’d need to do is change your address.” I hadn’t realized what I’d said until King and Luke both smirked at me. Rolling my eyes, I explained, “He practically lives there anyway.”
It’d been over two weeks since I’d gotten out of hospital, and Luke had been at my house every night. We even carpooled into the city when he didn’t need to visit his club brothers because I didn’t have my car anymore. According to Dr. Moore I had a concussion, and that meant being careful the next few weeks. I’d made the decision to push my assignment back while I recovered, with the Society’s permission. In the end, if I was going to target someone and kill them, I needed a clear head, and the organization agreed. So, in that stretch I called in a vacation and went back to the salon, giving Jorge more time to learn about managing the place.
“Are you sure you want to be stuck with this guy?” King asked, jerking his thumb in Luke’s direction. “ ’Cause I got some other guys who’re single that’ll love a chance at your ass instead.”
“Hey, pres, that’s not cool. I kinda got a kid now.” Luke dumped himself on the stool behind me and leaned forward so he could see King over my shoulder.
“You let your kid near him?” King grumbled with a smile. “You’re one brave guy, Beaumont. I wouldn’t want this fool influencing my son.”
I chuckled and patted Luke’s thigh when he glared at him. “He’s not bad, and KC likes him now, so I don’t get a choice. You know what teenagers are like, and Luke’s practically a kid himself, so they get along perfectly.”
Luke threw his hands up in exasperation while the boys around us laughed, King included. King slapped me on the thigh. “I changed my mind. I like you. Welcome to the family.”
I grinned. “Happy to be here.”
“I might change my mind about you yet,” Luke grumbled behind me.
I stretched and snuggled up into Luke’s side, kissing his naked pectoral muscle before tugging at the nub of his nipple with my teeth because it was hard to resist. He groaned his way awake, blinking blearily at me. Yawning, he stretched his arms up over his head, reaching for the wooden headboard and giving me the perfect view of his inked skin in the process. I ran my palm over his chest, fingers tracing the roses that weaved themselves over his flesh.
He gave me a lazy smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “Hey, killer.”
I snorted. He’d been calling me that since the hospital, and as much as I thought I’d hate the nickname, I kind of liked it. He interchangeably called me killer and humbug, and it all felt very much like a real relationship. “Morning, baby.”
“Do you have to go today?” He kissed me, and my eyes slipped closed as I savored the way his mouth moved against mine—gentle and hungry all at the same time.
“Yeah. The Society only gave me a month to recuperate.”
“Fuck them,” he grunted with a glare.
“No, I’d rather fuck you,” I whispered, running my hand over his warm skin.
“One last hurrah before you leave?” He waggled his eyebrows, and I laughed, rolling on top of him. He curled his arms around me, our morning wood nudging each other. A shiver ran down my spine when I buried my face into his neck, inhaling his natural musky scent. He always had my cock hard, something no other guy had done for me.
Luke had my skin buzzing.
I reached beneath my pillow and when my fingers touched the blade I kept under there, I yanked it out and flipped it open, pressing it to Luke’s throat tight enough that if he inhaled, it would nick him.
He gasped, smirked, and took a careful breath. “Is this a threat, killer?”
“No.” I slid my hand down his chest, tugging at his nipple ring. He hissed, and pleasure zipped through me. The sound and went straight to my cock. With only my briefs between us, there was no hiding the way he made me feel, and I didn’t want to, either. Luke was the most frustrating man I’d ever met, but I wanted to fuck him.
“Ride me.” His tongue flicked out and slid over his lips slowly to wet his beautiful mouth—teasing. “Fuck yourself on me while you hold that knife to my neck.”
I smirked, pressing the flat of the blade against the warmth of his throat. He moaned and jerked his hips up, rubbing his hard cock against mine. “Only if I get to fuck you after.”
“Deal,” he said, his words mixed in with a groan. “Fuck, I love that you’re so dangerous.”
“Really?” I bent and licked a stripe up the column of his flesh, right beside the sharp edge of the knife, before I danced my tongue up to his ear and tugged on the lobe. “Because you were happy to fuck an innocent hairstylist, too.”
“I wouldn’t give a shit if you’re an alien at this point.” He grabbed my ass, kneading my cheeks. “I’d fuck you into next week.”
“Even if I had green scales and a tentacle dick?” I teased, gripping his lobe between my teeth and yanking so hard he hissed out in pain and gripped my ass harder. His cock was trapped between us, solid and thick and ready for action, no matter what I did to him. Unlike me, he’d decided to stay naked last night after we fucked. “Even if I could impregnate you?”
“There’s a lot of talk about baby making and not enough of it.” Luke waggled his eyebrows at me. I turned the blade so the sharp edge bit into his skin, and he stilled, eyes widening.
“How about you don’t talk at all until I tell you you’re allowed.” I tapped the tip of the knife against his Adam’s apple, and he inhaled, his cock jerking and slapping on my belly. Grinning, I slid the blade lower, to the base of his neck and between his small, tight pecs. “That’s what I thought.”
His lips twisted, and I shook my head, warning him to keep his trap shut. That was hard for Luke; we both knew it. If he was good at anything, it was shit stirring everyone around him and being quiet wasn’t his strong suit.
“Shh.” I shifted to lay at his side and pressed the tip of the knife into his belly button. “Don’t make me use this on you, Barber. You won’t like what I do with it.”
He flashed me a wicked grin, baring straight white teeth at me in a way that told me he wasn’t going to be as quiet as I wanted. “If I don’t stay quiet, are you going to get all super-sexy assassin on me?”
I raised my brows, patting the flat of the blade on his lower belly, close to the head of his cock. It wasn’t difficult to miss his reaction to something sharp and dangerous being so close. Luke’s dick jumped, the mushroom head dark and ready to explode before it even got anywhere near my hole. “And you call Undertaker the weird one.”
He snorted. “Don’t talk about him in here. I mean, he’s hot, but that guy makes my junk shrivel in fear.”
I laughed and glanced down at him, shaking my head. “Doesn’t look very shriveled to me. Actually….” The blade glinted under a flash of morning sun that managed to peek through small gap in the curtains as I slid it to the base of his cock, dipping the tip into the skin of his groin with just enough pressure that a tiny bead of blood welled.
He gasped and cursed, his arms shaking at his side as he clenched his fists. The sight of his slipping control had lust turning my body into lava, my flesh heating up in a kind of need I didn’t feel unless I was out in the big world killing someone. I’d never felt this rush from sex, but an incarnate pleasure ate at me, creating a hunger for Luke’s cock and ass in ways I hadn’t experienced.
“You like this?” I whispered, leaning down to lick a trail across his left hip bone.
He blinked at me, eyes clouded with a needy desire. His pupils were blown, mouth wet from where he’d licked at it. “Yeah. You gonna fuck yourself on me? Need your hole.”
I switched my gaze from his face to where the blood and blade were, caught between the hunger to play with him a little more—or get him inside me—before I fucked him. I wanted all of it—the fucking, the foreplay, the danger.
I twirled the blade though the trimmed hair around his cock, teasing. “I don’t know. Should I? Maybe I want to have some fun with my knife firs
t.” I touched the blade to his cock, careful to drag the tip over his skin gently, and he moaned. “Make you come undone before I fuck you.”
Luke threw his head back and spread his legs, giving me a nice show of his hole, half hiding between his cheeks. With the hand not holding the knife, I spread him apart, touching the pad of my finger to his entrance. His cock jerked so suddenly I nearly nicked it with the blade, but I managed to move it in time.
“Fuck,” he groaned out, bending his knees to give me better access.
I grinned and shifted to the side of the mattress so I could open the top drawer, pulling out lube. Throwing the bottle onto the bed, I moved beside him again, the knife clutched in my hand. I dropped the blade on top of the blankets and flicked open the lid of the lube, squirting some onto my fingers before I touched his hole. I pushed in as slowly as I could. Luke spoke as though he’d bottomed before, but I didn’t know how long ago.
As I expected, he was tight and it took some work to loosen him. I went slowly, stretching him and listening to the sounds he made. Luke had his head thrown back, cursing me, his knees shaking, and I thought he was hot before, but it was nothing compared to now. He looked like a man possessed, his cockhead as flushed as the rest of his body.
“Like that?” I purred.
He huffed out a small laugh. “Fuck you. You know exactly what you’re doing.”
“Has it been a while?”
“Too fucking long.” He shoved himself to his elbows and stared down at me, gaze heated. “Guys think because I’m a biker, I top all the time. Fuck that. Having a cock in me is as good as fucking a tight hole.”
“So, let’s do both,” I teased, sliding my fingers out of him. I grabbed the lube again and squeezed more into his palm before clicking the lid and throwing it onto the bed. Wrapping my hand around his cock, I stroked him up and down, getting him coated in a nice amount of lube, before using the leftover on my dick.
I grabbed my knife again and threw my leg over Luke’s body, lining my hole with his cock. I didn’t mind some pain and we’d fucked last night, so it wouldn’t hurt entirely to take him without more preparation. He grasped my hips, nails digging into my flesh as I slowly slid myself down onto him. His cock spread me open, the bite of pleasure and pain sending spikes of need through me.
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