“Doesn't matter, Heather. Even if I worked up the nerve to talk to him, he might not even be gay,” I told her.
Heather stretched out my baggy t-shirt that said Camp Winnmore. “I have pretty good gaydar. Trust me, John will be eating out of your hands.” She winked at me.
I blushed again. The thought of John running his tongue up and down my shaft made me melt. I shoved Heather hard and she rocked back. “You're so gross,” I said.
“Don't try to deny it, Patrick. You know you want it.”
I tried to ignore Heather and continued studying. Maybe going out tonight wouldn't be so terrible.
Chapter Three
Phoenix
“Calm the fuck down, everyone,” Blaze yelled. The wood table we sat around had only a half of a gun carved into it. Tater was taking his sweet time finishing it. The meeting room went quiet as we turned our attention to the President.
“The Mexicans are completely out of the picture. We don't need to worry about them anymore. At least for now. But the blacks own the east side of Sacks County and they want our territory. We've tried negotiating with them but Byron won't talk peace. He wants all of it—even if the streets are stained with blood.”
Cash spoke up, taking off his glasses and rubbing the bridge of his nose. “How can we take out the Fires of Hell without tearing this MC apart?”
E-Z tied his hair into a ponytail. “We need leverage.”
“What could we possibly get on Byron that would make him give up his thirst for killing Devil's Hellions members?” I asked.
Blaze nodded. “Byron has a brother. A white guy.”
“I never knew he had a brother. How do you know he's not just some nice ass Byron's playing with because he's bored,” Tank added.
Blaze relaxed in his chair and smiled. “I saw the records. He was adopted.”
I slammed my fist on the table, bringing everyone's attention to me. “No offense, Prez, but aren't we forgetting a pretty fucking important rule: no family. Even if he's only adopted we still can't go after him.”
A couple other members mumbled and agreed with me. The no family rule was unspoken between the MCs. We didn't touch their family and they didn't touch ours.
Blaze stared at me for a moment, calculating just what I was thinking. He did this all the time back in high school. Made us believe he could read our minds. “That rule has protected our loved ones for a long time. But this is exactly what we need to surprise Byron and bring him down to his knees.”
“So what are you suggesting, Prez?” Coal asked.
Blaze cracked his knuckles. “We don't hurt his brother. We just borrow him for awhile and give him back to Byron.”
This wasn't making any sense to me. We worked so hard to get where we were and Blaze was making a rash decision. Bringing family into this would open up a can of worms none of us wanted. “And he's just supposed to kill himself in exchange for his brother?”
Blaze folded his arms across his chest. He didn't usually get this much blow back during a meeting. Maybe I was pushing a little too hard? But I was sick and tired of following him blindly into battle. Some of us were going to get fucking killed because of him.
E-Z laughed. “No, we don't have him kill himself. We make him trade us his drugs and weapons for the guy. Make him powerless. He won't be able to fight back without any power.” E-Z was the Veep and Blaze's best friend. He'd shoot himself in the face if Blaze asked him too.
They weren't thinking this through. How could we trust that Byron would give us everything and not hold back a whole stash of weapons? Before I could bring up my point, Blaze brought the table to a vote.
Everyone agreed with the plan except for Tater and I.
Blaze grinned, eying both of us. “Motion is passed. I want Tater and Phoenix to follow the man and pick him up. Make sure Byron doesn't find out. We don't want him hitting us with our pants down.”
I couldn't believe he was putting both of us on this—the only ones that disagreed with him. The room cleared out and I stayed behind to speak with Blaze.
“What do you want, Phoenix?” he asked, sitting calmly at the head of the table.
“This won't work, Blaze. You're going to get us all killed.”
Phoenix slammed his fist against his chest. “What does this patch say, motherfucker?”
His voice boomed through my chest. “President,” I replied.
“Damn right, Phoenix. You better remember that before you go mouthing off. Get the fuck out of my sight.”
The blood boiling in my veins screamed at me to make him pay. But punching him in the jaw would only make matters worse. Could get me killed.
I relaxed my fists and took a deep breath, leaving the room. Tater was outside checking on his bike. “You know where we're supposed to find him?”
Tater nodded, strapping his helmet on. “E-Z told me. He goes to Sacks County Community College.”
Tater was one fat son of a bitch. He heaved himself onto his bike that could barely hold his weight. We were both on the football team together in high school. Tater was on the offensive line, protecting the QB from rushers. He was big and heavy which made him impossible to be moved. I played on defense, finding holes in the line and taking down the opponent's quarterback with a brutal tackle.
We rode to the outskirts of town and all the way there, I couldn't stop thinking about Blaze fucking over this club. It was his idea to create the thing in the first place but now he was going to ruin it with his arrogance. Did I really want to follow his orders anymore?
I'd never been to the college before. The place looked like one of those ivy league schools you see in those pamphlets. Didn't even bother applying with my terrible grades in high school. My mom wasn't around anymore to care and my dad was too far down the bottle. The Devil's Hellions MC was all I needed.
“So how are we supposed to find this guy?” I asked Tater.
Tater grinned, his mouth stretching from ear to ear. “Don't worry, E-Z gave me a photo and his school schedule.” He passed me a crumpled up photo out of his chest pocket.
He had short dark hair and blue eyes that stared right back at me. His smile showed a little bit of teeth. My cock throbbed in my pants just looking at his picture. If Tater wasn't around I could go the bathroom and stroke my hard rod until the photo was dripping with my warm cum.
“Fucking hot, isn't he?” Tater said, drooling at the photo. “I'd like to bend that piece of ass over and show him a real man.
“Then he'd still be looking after you were done with him.”
Tater snatched the photo from me and placed it safely back in his pocket, throwing me a death glance. “His last class of the day is Algebra.”
The sexy man walked out of his math class holding a bunch of textbooks. We watched from afar on our bikes as he strolled down the hallway, staring down at a book. His over-sized t-shirt and loose blue jeans weren't very flattering but he had huge arms that no amount of bagginess could hide.
Tater breathed hard next to me. “I'd fucking kill someone to make him scream my name in bed.”
I imagined him bent over, naked in all his glory. He yelled my name over and over again as I forced my cock in and out of his tight ass.
“Fucking pay attention, Phoenix,” Tater said, snapping me back to reality. “The guy is almost gone.”
The man rounded a corner and we followed close behind until he came to a dorm hall. “When should we grab him?” Tater asked.
The place was bustling with students going in and out of the dorms. “We're not in a rush. We can't take him in broad daylight. I'd rather not get the law on us. Let's wait until dark and take him then.”
Tater rubbed his hands together and licked his lips. “Blaze better let us have a couple rounds with him.”
Even if Blaze denied us our rights to him, I was going to have him anyways. He was that smoking hot.
Chapter Four
Patrick
“John is going to come his pants when he gets a look at
you,” Heather said, doing some finishing touches on my hair. She had shaved the sides down to almost nothing.
“Why are you always so disgusting?” I asked her, still trying to comprehend my new look in the mirror.
Heather giggled. “You know you want it. Don't deny it.”
I shook my head. “Byron is going to freak if he finds out I'm going to a frat party.”
Heather glared at me through the mirror. “He's not going to find out, Patrick. You need to get out of your brother's shadow. You're in college now. A full-grown man. You can make decisions for yourself.”
But Heather didn't know much about my brother. Probably because I rarely brought him up and always kept her away from coming over to our house. Byron knew how to find out information. Being the head of an MC gives you those kinds of perks. He also had a famous temper that wasn't to be trifled with.
Heather had a point though. I let Byron run my life ever since we were kids. I couldn't let him control me for the rest of my life.
“You can't go to the party wearing that old t-shirt. Let's see if I can find you something,” Heather said, walking over to the closet. “Here, try this on. It will go good with your jeans.”
The dark blue button-up seemed to formal for a party. “I don't know if it's for me,” I told her.
“Are you fucking kidding me! You look so fuckable.”
I shoved Heather away. “Come on. Let's just get this over with.”
Heather rubbed her palms together with a devious grin. “Time to go out and make the boys drool over us.”
The two-story frat house was overflowing with students as we made our way inside. Nena's “99 Red Balloons” boomed through the home, shaking the foundations. Heather told me this was supposed to be an invite-only party but the door was wide open and people off the streets were flooding in.
“I'm going to go get us a couple drinks,” Heather shouted to me over the music. I nodded and waded through the crowds of dancers. Alcohol would really help in this situation. I kept my eyes on the lookout for John but couldn't find him anywhere.
Heather was taking way too long to get those drinks so I went searching for her. The kitchen was packed with frat guys doing keg-stands and cheering each other on. I walked back towards the front door and found Heather being pulled up the stairs by a guy. They stopped at the top to make out and the boy sneaked his hand up her miniskirt. It felt wrong watching but I couldn't look away. I imagined myself in her place being felt up by John.
“Some show, eh?”
I looked behind me to see John holding two red plastic cups in each hand. His blond hair was combed to the side and his red letterman's jacket was an instant turn-on.
I couldn't help but blush crimson around John. He was just so dreamy. But I had to keep it under control. Couldn't show him how much of a dork I was. “That's my friend up there. She's only been here five minutes and couldn't keep her hands off the first guy she met.”
“Want a drink?” he asked, offering me one of the cups.
“Desperately.” I didn't even care what it was. I grabbed it from John and took two long gulps. It was a classic margarita and the tequila scorched my throat on the way down. Heather and the guy sneaked into a nearby room and the show was finally over.
“I've seen you in a couple of my classes,” John said, sipping his drink.
My knees wobbled. I couldn't believe John was talking to me! Maybe he'd take me upstairs and do dirty things to me. No! I wasn't like Heather. It would be nice if he took me on a couple dates first.“Yeah I've noticed you too,” I replied smoothly.
His smile was infectious. I couldn't keep my eyes off him. I took another swig of tequila and let the alcohol dull my senses. I kept telling myself over and over in my head, “Don't make a fool out of yourself, Patrick.”
“Your hair looks really nice.” My entire body turned lobster red. I wanted John to kiss me right now.
There was a commotion behind me that distracted me from John's penetrating gaze. Holy fucking shit! Byron and two bikers came barreling into the party pushing and shoving people out of the way. His eyes locked on me and I knew I was royally fucked. How did he find me so fast?
“You're coming home with me right now, Patrick,” Byron yelled.
I steeled myself. I knew I was in for a big fight. “I'm not going with you.”
Byron looked offended. I'd never disrespected him before. He grabbed my wrist and tightened his grip. “We're going now.”
John stood in between Byron and I, breaking his hold on my wrist. “The man doesn't want to go. I think you and your boys should leave.”
I wanted to scream at John to stay out of it. He didn't know who he was dealing with.
Too late.
Byron swung his right hook and connected with John's temple, sending him crashing to the ground like he was nothing. My fist reactively hit Byron in the nose. I'd never hit my brother before and it felt kind of good.
But it only infuriated Byron even more. He tried to grab me but I escaped his grasp. “Don't you touch me!” I screeched for the whole party to hear. I walked past Byron and left the party. He called out after me but I didn't care. I was done with Byron.
I walked the middle of the street at a quick pace, hoping to lose Byron and his men. I could hear their motorcycles in the distance but they weren't close. It was late at night and the moon was high in the sky. It was chilly out and I wished I had brought a jacket or something.
I definitely wasn't going to live with Byron anymore. Maybe Heather would let me sleep in her dorm until I figured things out? But I couldn't go there now because she was still at the frat party. I walked towards the school, thinking that the library would be a good place to hide out.
Bright headlights approached me slowly in the dark. It looked like a car until it got closer and I realized it was two motorcycles. Byron had caught up with me. There was no running away now. I stood in the middle of the street, full of defiance. He wasn't going to get me to go with him. He'd have to knock me unconscious like he did with John.
Poor John. He didn't deserve that. I hoped he was okay and that he'd forgive me.
I shielded my eyes from the blinding lights as the bikes rolled to a stop at my feet. It wasn't Byron and his buddies. Two white guys stared at me with evil eyes. They both grabbed me before I could fight them off.
Chapter Five
Phoenix
Tater and I had been sitting outside on our bikes all day waiting for this man to come out of the dorm hall. The sun had fallen and there were still too many people walking around. It was a Saturday night and that meant parties. Tater and I were going to be here for a lot longer than we thought. Blaze really wanted to punish us for going against him.
“I'm fucking starving, Phoenix.” Tater rubbed his giant belly.
“I saw a gas station not too far from here. Get me some chips while you're over there.”
“But the cafeteria is right there.” Tater pointed to the building next to the dorm hall.
I laughed. “There not going to let you in.”
Tater pulled out his .357 Magnum. “If I show them this, they'll let me eat the entire place.”
“Is food the only thing you can think about.”
“And ass.” Tater smiled.
“Speaking of ass...” Byron's brother and a friend walked outside looking all dressed up. “Showtime, Tater. We'll get some food later.”
“Son of a bitch,” Tater whispered under his breath. “Should we take him now?”
“Still too many eyes on us. Let's wait and see where they go.”
“Can I take a ride with him? I'd like to watch him polish my pole.”
My aching cock agreed with Tater. Why were college guys so fucking hot? It was all about their tight asses.
We followed far behind them on our bikes keeping a safe distance. They walked through residential neighborhoods until they came to a huge party house. Music was blaring through the windows and kids were partying on the balcony, throwing tr
ash and furniture down on the lawn below.
“Fuck, Phoenix, they could be in there for hours. We should have taken them already.”
“No this is good. Byron's brother will come out all wasted. He'll barely give us a fight. He might even come willingly.”
Tater shrugged. “Whatever. I think it's time to get our dicks sucked. That party has to be flooding with easy ass. Let's take turns keeping an eye on the place while the other has a little fun.” For being such a fat slob, Tater sure had a ton of confidence. The Devil's Hellions patch on his back could do that to a man.
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