Road of No Return (gay outlaw biker MC romance)

by K. A. Merikan

Stitch bowed down to him and gave the kiss Zak so deeply craved. His soft, warm lips were somehow making all the black thoughts flee into the depths of Zak’s mind. “I can’t please everyone.” His voice was so weak it was getting lost in the sounds of splashing water and buzzing insects.

  Zak pushed himself against Stitch and gasped as adrenaline shot into his brain. Stitch’s scent was sharper than ever, spiked with all the stress and fear of the passing day. “I love you.”

  “I know, I love you too.” Stitch kissed Zak’s lips once more and stroked the side of his head. “Let’s go home.”

  Zak held on to him. It was so hard to let go after all that had happened, but he finally untangled himself from the firm chest and faced the dark silhouette of the car with a small smile on his face. “How do you know?”

  “You just helped me dump a body in the swamp so I wouldn’t go to jail.”

  Zak swallowed, choking up, but he nodded and brushed his hand against Stitch’s. He might regret his decisions in the future, he would mourn a man who didn’t have to die, but at the moment, all he wanted was to bury himself in Stitch’s arms and forget.

  Chapter 24

  On the way back, the car was silent as a funeral procession. At times, Stitch thought Captain had fallen asleep in the backseat, but as soon as they stopped by the clubhouse, he came to life and bolted out of the car, slamming the door behind him. A part of Stitch understood that tonight’s confession was a hard pill to swallow, but it needed to be done. He hoped that in a year’s time, they would look back at this dark time and overlook their differences.

  Zak moved his left hand to Stitch’s shoulder, reminding him that he wasn’t alone in the ordeal. The silent gesture was all the comfort Stitch needed. The road seemed to go on forever in the darkness, with the pale smudge of the approaching dawn only grazing the horizon. Stitch tried to focus on the road, not the bloody memories of dealing with Cox's body. It had all gone so terribly wrong.

  Stitch parked in the driveway, and when the engine of the car died, it seemed that all movement stilled. Zak leaned in and rested his head on Stitch’s shoulder. It was so peaceful and quiet.

  “I’m sorry for everything.” Stitch stroked Zak’s fingers, trying to ignore the smell of swamp in the car. This odor he would forever associate with a bloody cadaver sinking into the murky water.

  Zak sighed and kissed his arm, leaning on Stitch harder than usual, as if he needed the support. “I know.”

  “I never wanted you to see me like this.” Stitch couldn't force himself to move.

  Zak stared at their entwined hands and stroked Stitch’s with his thumb. “Like what?” he asked even though the answer was obvious. It was sweet of Zak to pretend it was all fine.

  “Like a savage. Out of control. I hated his guts, but I never planned this.” Stitch frowned, looking at the garage door.

  Zak exhaled and slowly pulled Stitch by the collar so that their lips would meet. Sweet and chaste. “I know. I’m so sorry.”

  Stitch turned into the hug and put his head on Zak’s shoulder. He wanted to stay like this forever. “I’m a bad person, but I can’t say ‘no’ to you. Whatever happens, I’ll try to make it work with you. Will you be my anchor?” Stitch sure as hell needed one after the darkness he’d experienced just before Cox barged into the club. His world seemed to be sinking away then. No way out, no one to keep him grounded through the storm.

  Zak swallowed, squeezing Stitch’s hand, with his own, which was burning hot and slightly damp. “You’re not a bad person. You’re just in a horrible situation, but we’re gonna make it all work, yeah?”

  “Crystal said she’d let me see Holly if I break up with you, but I just can’t. I’m so weak when I see you.”

  Zak flinched, and his eyes widened. “Oh, God, I’m so sorry Stitch,” he whispered, looking at his lover in the intimate semidarkness. “I’m sure this can be negotiated, she’ll come around if she loves Holly as much as you do.”

  “I just can’t go back to what it was anymore.” Stitch wrapped his arms around Zak. “Even a week without you made everything seem worthless. You changed me, and I can’t run from it.”

  Zak nodded and took a deep breath, looking at the dark house. “I never felt anything like this. Please, don’t ever leave again,” he whispered, curling up against Stitch.

  “I won’t. I’ll leave the club altogether if that needs to happen. I don’t want my Holly to grow up without a dad like I did. I want to be there for her.” Stitch kissed Zak’s jaw and pulled away. He was ready. Ready to take any and all responsibility for his choices. “Let’s go home.”

  Zak smiled at him as he slowly made his way out of the car. Stitch would sell his pinky to see that smile every day.

  “We both stink,” Zak noted with a low laugh, but from the way his gaze trailed to the floor, it was clear where that thought led him to.

  “Let’s take a shower. Wash it all away, yeah?” Stitch kissed his temple and put his arm over Zak’s shoulders as they walked up to the porch. Versay greeted them at the door and yelped, jumping on Stitch as if nothing had happened tonight. As if Stitch hadn't carved up a body into pieces.

  Zak chuckled and blinked away the slight wetness in his eyes as he watched Versay jumping on Stitch as if they hadn't seen each other for years. That enthusiasm, all the needy whining, made Stitch smile for the first time in ages.

  “Hey, Versay, I missed you, yeah, I did.”

  “Let him out. The poor guy is probably close to peeing his panties,” said Zak from above them as soon as Stitch scooted down to hug the overexcited dog.

  Stitch snorted and leaned over to kiss Zak’s knee. He could just kneel at this man's feet forever, reveling in the soothing caress of Zak's fingers moving over his scalp.

  The door opened, and Versay rushed outside with a yelp. Stitch didn't say a thing, listening to the clattering of paws outside and the sound of the lock. It was like coming home after months, not a week. All the exhaustion of the day was slowly leaving his body.

  “I want to kiss you all over,” Stitch said as he stood up and pulled Zak along toward the staircase.

  “So gentle today,” said Zak with a smile. He laid his head on Stitch’s shoulder as they ascended the stairs hip to hip. It felt so right that Stitch didn’t even have any words for it.

  “I may fuck like a devil, but I’m not a brute by nature.” Stitch kissed the side of Zak’s head and stroked his back.

  “Tell me something I don’t know, Trouble.” Zak chuckled, hugging him as if Cox were still alive. As if Stitch wasn't a killer.

  “I fingered myself thinking of you,” Stitch said with a crooked smile and started undressing as soon as they entered the bathroom. It was the truth, but he did say it just to mess with Zak. See what he would say. After all, Zak did ask for ‘something he didn’t know’.

  Zak blinked with his lips parted. Mission accomplished. Zak was undoubtedly caught up in his own vision of what Stitch fingering himself looked like. Stitch was on the verge of passing Zak a towel to soak up the drool at the side of his lip. “Oh, fuck...”

  “You’ve gone red like a virgin on her wedding night,” Stitch snorted, taking off his cut and hoodie in a slow move intended for Zak's viewing pleasure.

  Zak chuckled, lowering his head as he approached Stitch and gently brushed his fingers over the fresh bruises on his side. “Virgins? Do you even know any? In this town?”

  “No, not adult ones.” Stitch took in a deep breath that made his whole chest expand. Those slim fingers were so familiar and soothing.

  Zak bit his lip when he had to raise his arms high to pull off his shirt. Even so many hours after the beating delivered by Captain, his body had to ache. The bruises peeking from between the tattoos on Zak's stomach were a reminder that Stitch hadn’t been there to help him when it was needed. The attack itself was Stitch's fault and had set off a chain of events that led to a chopped up body in a swamp. “Anyway, that was super hot.”

  “You might see it one d
ay if you stick around long enough.” Stitch helped Zak undress without sparing him kisses and gentle caresses.

  Zak let himself relax and rested against the wall. Despite talk of Stitch bottoming Zak seemed passive and ready to be the center of Stitch's attentions. “You know I will.”

  Stitch took off the rest of his clothes and stepped into the shower with Zak. “Tell me if anything hurts,” he said before turning on the water. He leaned in for a deep, long kiss in the cool droplets and let his hands explore Zak’s back and buttocks. It was like biting into a warm croissant after an exhausting, cold night.

  “Can you even see anything wrong with me under all that ink?”

  “No, you’re as perfect as ever,” Stitch whispered and slowly got down to his knees in the warming water. “Everywhere.” He kissed the inside of Zak’s thigh, which trembled against his lips.

  Zak leaned back against the tiled wall. His body was gorgeous, slim but nicely toned, with broad shoulders and hips that were just right in comparison. The images on his skin came to life whenever he moved, drawing Stitch in. It was as if the ink on Zak’s thighs and stomach was there just to showcase his crotch where the snake tat was waiting for Stitch, its fanged mouth ready for a deep, sloppy kiss.

  Stitch licked the underside of Zak’s cock, bringing it to life. Fuck the rules of who was allowed to do what. Stitch would suck that dick whenever he wanted. He looked all the way up his lover’s body and at that handsome face, flushed and dripping with water, before letting his lips go higher, to the piercing at the base of Zak’s penis. He loved this little piece of metal and how it contrasted with the soft skin. He pushed the tip of his tongue through the hoop, pulling on it gently. The head of Zak’s cock slid over his neck as if the snake inked into the skin of this amazing dick wanted to smell Stitch where blood pulsed the strongest. Stitch sucked the piercing into his mouth and moved his hands up the lean thighs in front of him, following the steps of all the strange creatures climbing up Zak’s legs to worship his cock.

  He tried not to pull on the piercing too strongly, but he rubbed against the penis when he felt it twitch. Knowing that he was the source of Zak’s excitement was arousing on its own. His fingers explored higher, up to Zak’s ass, stopping in the curve where thighs ended and buttocks began. He smiled at the heat growing in Zak’s cockhead and decided it was time to give it more attention.

  Wet fingers pulled back his hair and held on to it, resting on top of Stitch’s head, but there was nothing threatening about the gesture. Zak smiled at him and pulled on his pierced nipple with the other hand. The warm water was splashing their sides and at times forced Stitch to blink away the wetness, but it steamed up the shower stall, making them both warmer and more breathless.

  Stitch began a massage of Zak’s ass as he sucked more of the shaft in languid moves, caressing it with his tongue. Zak enjoyed a slow teasing and Stitch was ready to deliver just that. They weren’t rushing for orgasm tonight. This would still definitely move to bed for a good, long fuck.

  “You’re so good,” whispered Zak, brushing away moisture from Stitch’s shoulder. The tiny droplets of water sliding down Stitch’s skin were like the caress of a thousand fingers, arousing him even more as he sucked the now steel-hard dick into his mouth. It was smooth, warm, and pulsed on his tongue like it had a life of its own. Once Stitch got past his initial inhibitions, it became clear to him why people wanted to do this. It was like the most intense, most intimate of kisses.

  Stitch already loved looking up at Zak’s face when he sucked him. He could see the tensing, the blushing, the brow furrowing, all corresponding to how Stitch was caressing him. He moved one of his hands between Zak’s thighs and brushed it over Zak’s balls, slowly moving it back and forth.

  Zak’s thighs trembled, and he uttered a loud groan, tilting his hips toward Stitch, but as he moved his body, water started flowing down his chest more freely, streaming down his cock and splashing on Stitch’s face. Stitch closed his eyes, which got him completely immersed in the world of cock. He focused on how it pulsed, how hot it was, what the smooth texture of the skin was. He tried to remember every vein he traced with his tongue.

  “Oh, fuck, Stitch... Harder,” whimpered Zak, who was slowly starting to thrust his hips back and forth, a clear sign he was close to coming.

  Stitch pulled back and licked his lips. He wrapped his fingers tightly around the base of Zak’s dick with a crooked grin. “You’re not coming just yet, baby.”

  Zak groaned, his handsome face tensing, but he eventually nodded and pulled on Stitch’s shoulder. “You’re such a pest.”

  Stitch gave the tip of Zak’s dick one more teasing lick before getting up. “Nope, I just want to feel your ass gripping my cock when you come.”

  Zak pulled close to him, sliding his beautiful body over his so they’d be cock against cock, thighs against thighs, Zak’s nipple piercings brushing against Stitch’s pecs. He kissed the side of Stitch’s neck and rested his head on his shoulder, wet hair clinging to Stitch like tentacles. “Romantic.”

  Stitch snorted and hugged him close. “That’s me.” He kissed Zak’s lips, shuddering at the taste of cock on their lips.

  He was pulled into the warm stream of water, and soon he could smell the familiar scent of mint and bergamot when Zak started trailing his soaped fingers all the way across Stitch’s skin. It was a ritual so familiar, it instantly made him feel even safer in Zak’s hands. Zak was playing him like a well-known instrument, knowing where to press and where to pull for Stitch to play his part and join in.

  As much as Stitch relaxed, his cock never softened all that much, always finding new excitement when it brushed against Zak’s skin. By the time they were done, Stitch couldn’t wait to just fall into bed and make love to his man. The day had been draining in every sense of the word. His emotions got taken on an unwanted roller coaster, he’d lost a friend, he’d killed a man, he’d broken up with Zak only to get back together, and had a fight on top of that. He needed the shreds that were left of him to be taken by Zak and put back together.

  “Are you okay?” whispered Zak with a kiss to Stitch's cheek. His hand slid lower, between Stitch's pecs, across the tense stomach, all the way to his cock. Zak soaped it up, teasing the head as Stitch pulled him into a hug.

  “Yeah, it’s just been such a rough day, and I’m happy to be here with you. I never want to go through shit like today again.” Stitch gladly arched his hips, but Zak’s hand slid lower, massaging his sac in a move so sweet that it made Stitch's knees weaken.

  Zak was there to soothe Stitch with a slow kiss on the mouth, pulling him even closer. “Me neither,” he whispered, his voice blank.

  Stitch didn’t have any more promises in him, it was now about fulfilling the ones he’d already made. They kissed under the shower, melting into the warm tiles on the wall, but when their lips parted, it was time to go. Stitch turned off the water and pulled on Zak’s hand to guide him out.

  The warm fingers squeezed his hand hard, but Zak didn’t make a sound nor protest when they walked out of the steamy room into the much cooler corridor without drying themselves up. This house had become their safe space, and it felt completely natural to walk around naked, all the way to the moon-lit bedroom.

  “You hurtin’ a lot?” Stitch stroked the side of Zak’s body, marveling at the tattoos. He knew them all, yet he always found something new in there. A demon he hadn’t noticed or a woman whose coat had disappeared, leaving her naked. Thrown in the crowd of other figures, she wasn’t all that easy to spot.

  Zak looked up at him with a small smile. “I’m gonna live but let’s keep it simple tonight, yeah?” he asked, nuzzling Stitch’s jaw as they automatically stepped closer by the bed.

  “Whatever you need.” Stitch sat down on the soft bedspread. He would do anything for Zak, and looking up at his gorgeous body, he couldn’t stop himself from smiling.

  Zak slid between his spread thighs and pulled him in, cradling his head against the inked
stomach, with the stiff cock poking Stitch’s neck again as if reminding him of its existence.

  “Captain won’t rat on you, right?”

  “At this point, I don’t know what he’ll do. He’ll keep Cox a secret, but I don’t know about the rest.” Stitch wrapped his arms around Zak’s waist and listened to his heartbeat. It drummed slightly above where his ear was, firm and quick. Its rhythm was enough to spark a new energy in Stitch, making him feel more alive with each loud pulse.

  “It’ll be all right.”

  Stitch turned his face and kissed Zak’s stomach above the navel. “I’ll think about it tomorrow.” He pulled Zak onto the bed, but not too harshly. He didn’t want the bruises to hurt.

  They rolled onto the mattress, and Zak pulled on Stitch’s hair, opening his mouth for a kiss. His nipples hardened from the change in temperature, and Stitch felt them brush against his skin as soon as he leaned down.

  The heat between them had their skin drying in no time. Stitch explored each part of Zak’s body with his fingertips, but he made sure not to lean on Zak too much. He closed his eyes as the kiss deepened into a tongue lovemaking.

  Stitch kept kneading Zak’s thighs and was already imagining his dick in his lover’s hot body, pumping that pulsing hole until he came. He loved going bareback, having his come ooze out of that tender ass and have his lover accept him so completely. He wouldn’t say it, worried Zak would find it creepy, but sometimes he wished he could make babies with Zak. They’d have those perfect blue eyes, and Holly could have some siblings to play with.

  Zak giggled as his warm hand rested over Stitch’s cock, warm and inviting. In the semidarkness, touch, taste, and smell were enough for Stitch to savor him. “When you’re with me like this, my skin feels like it’s burning,” came the soft whisper.

  “Good. Remember, I’m the only one for you,” Stitch uttered and reached out to the bedside cupboard for lube. He liked the neutral one, so he could focus on Zak’s fresh smell.

  Zak’s warm breath ghosted over Stitch’s spine. “I know.”