Zach nodded, glancing at Leith and then holding my stare. “You have my word.”
Malcolm and his ex-Devil pals been partying for hours. It was nearly three a.m., and it looked like the card game happening in the kitchen was still going strong. The house was on the edge of a neighborhood that had seen better days. There was an open field to one side of it and a boarded-up house on the other. Calix, Riot, and I had been hiding in the shadow of the empty house’s covered back porch since we’d followed Malcolm here from Spritz. The beat-up old car Calix and Riot used to follow him was parked two streets over along with my bike.
As far as we could tell, the only people in the house were the three ex-Devils sitting around the table with Malcolm. Finally, he got up and said something that made the others laugh before walking into the darkened interior of the house. I broke away from the shadows and crossed the short yard separating the two houses. Crouching beneath a window along the back, I slowly raised up and peeked over the sill.
Malcolm moved past the window, bumping into a wall as he walked through the living room and entered a hallway. A moment later, a light shone out of a window further down. Staying low, I crept down the side of the house until I was beneath the lit window and listened.
He was moving around in the room, then a door opened, and the creak of water filtering through old pipes reached my ear. Chancing a peek, I found the room empty, and what I assumed was a bathroom door standing open. Pulling my knife out of my pocket, I slit the screen and wedged the blade under the window—not locked. Perfect.
As soon as I had the window lifted an inch, I could hear the sound of a shower. Quickly, I slid the window up the rest of the way and hauled myself inside, taking care to keep my balance and brace myself so I didn’t land too heavily on the floor and give myself away.
Steam was filling the bathroom when I stepped inside.
Taking a deep breath, I stepped in front of the bathtub and pulled the shower curtain back. Malcolm’s startled eyes met mine. He opened his mouth to yell, and I lunged forward, one hand landing across his mouth and the other bringing the knife up and plunging it into his neck. His eyes bulged, arms flailing as he tried to beat me away. Water soaked my arm, the side of my face and vest, dripping down and mixing with the swirling red cloud headed for the drain.
In any other case, I might have felt guilty killing a man like this. Naked. In the shower. With no real means to defend himself, but some part of me—one of the dark, angry places still living in my soul—wanted him to feel helpless. Vulnerable. To hurt even for a moment the way he’d made Leith hurt so many times.
I kept my hand over his mouth as he slid down the wall. Once the light left his eyes, I stood up and rinsed my knife under the still running spray. Then I went back out the window, and let the darkness cover me until I was back with my brothers.
“Daddy?” Leith’s sleepy voice came from the nest of blankets he’d made in the middle of my bed.
“It’s me, sweet boy.” I slid under the sheet, my skin still warm from my shower, and started digging through the blankets until I found his skin. He unbound himself, shoving the throw blankets off the bed and turned into my arms, tucking himself under my chin.
“Is everything okay?”
I buried my nose in his lush red hair, breathing him in until his clean scent filled up every aching part of me. “Everything is perfect, baby.”
Chapter Twelve
Leith
One Month Later
The fights were held in an old chicken barn outside the city. It was just one big, long, low metal building with huge sliding doors on either end and a concrete floor. Good for easy cleaning, Axel had said, and I didn’t want to think about that. The Heretics had modeled it to their purposes, adding a few interior walls to make up dressing rooms for the fighters, but other than that, the lone metal octagonal cage was the only thing in the space.
Well, that and about fifty people who were buzzing with the drinks some of my fellow Spritz employees were serving and the need to see some bloodshed. I didn’t really get that. Maybe I’d had enough fists aimed at me in my life that the thought of it as entertainment had lost all appeal. I knew it wasn't the same. This was a sport, or the illegal representation of one anyway, and in no way the same as what I’d experienced with Malcolm or Dustin.
I didn’t want to think about either one of them tonight. I hadn’t asked Axel what happened the night Malcolm came into Spritz. He would tell me if I wanted to know, I was sure of it…but I just…didn’t. What I did know was he’d lightened up on having someone on Leith bodyguard detail around the clock, and that he’d been uncharacteristically quiet for a few days after.
He’d held me a lot, and I’d held him back.
“You look like you’re having a blast,” Zach said, stopping beside me. He was working tonight so he was in thick-soled boots, jeans, and his Heretics’ Prospect vest over a white t-shirt. I was beginning to think he didn’t own anything else.
“Fights really aren’t my thing. Anyway, since we both have the night off, Axel and I are going to take off soon. Cleave just needed his help with something.” As I spoke, he kept looking around, like his head was on a swivel. “Uh, are you okay?”
“Huh? Oh, I’m fine. Just watching for Calix.”
I frowned. “I think he’s outside having a smoke with Barrett.”
“Cool.” He relaxed a fraction.
“Did you need him for something?”
“What? No, no. I don’t need him. I’m just trying not to get busted.”
My eyes narrowed. “Busted for what?”
He sighed, then scowled and looked at me like he was measuring me for something. After a moment of silent deliberation, he held up his pinky. “If I tell you something, can you keep it to yourself? I mean it, Leith. You can’t tell anyone, not even Axel.”
“Dude, I haven’t told anyone about the other thing, have I?” I batted my eyelashes at him.
He huffed a laugh, clean-shaven cheeks going pink. He really was a nice-looking dude. Like, put him in a football uniform and dump a water bottle over his head so he could glisten in the sun, because he had that all-American, homegrown, heartthrob thing going on. Just, you know, in a motorcycle club vest instead.
“So I,” he said, then closed his mouth. Then opened it and closed it again. He glanced around. We were standing back from the crowd, and not one person was paying any attention to us. Finally, he took a big breath and rushed his words out so fast that it didn’t sound like there was any space between them. “So I might have slept with Ward while we were in Sand Lake, and I’m supposed to be back there watching the fighters, but it’s awkward as fuck between us now.”
My eyebrows shot up my forehead. That was literally the last thing I’d expected him to say. “I thought you were straight? I mean—” I threw up my hands “—I don’t mean to assume. Sorry. I didn’t realize you liked men.”
“I don’t.”
“Huh?”
“Ugh,” Zach groaned, scrubbing a hand over his face. “I mean, obviously I do. Apparently? This has never really happened to me before, and I…don’t really have anyone to talk about it with.”
“Awww, and you came to me!” I grabbed him, hugging the shit out of his arm.
“Oh my god, Leith. Don’t be an ass!”
“I’m not!” The giant smile on my face was, admittedly, me being an ass, but was also something so much deeper. Zach was a good guy, and I was proud to get to call him my friend. “Seriously, I’m not. I’m just happy for you, discovering new things about yourself is exciting, and I’m honored that you’d, you know, want to share them with me.”
He sighed, looking down, face still red. When he looked back up at me, he smiled. “I’m glad we’re friends.”
My heart collapsed into absolute mush. “Me too.”
“You too, what?” Axel said, stepping in behind me until I was pressed all along his front.
Zach’s eyes went wide, and he shot his hand out between us, p
inky extended.
I giggled. I couldn’t help it, but I twined my pinky around his, and we shook on it. Right after, his eyes darted up to Axel and he cleared his throat, all manly and gruff. “See you later, Axel. Leith.” Then he was striding off in the direction of the fighter dressing rooms.
“Do I even want to know?” Axel asked.
I tilted my head back with a smile. “Nope, which is good cause I wouldn’t tell you anyway. We pinky swore.”
“Is that right?” He bent down, lowering his face to mine for an upside-down kiss. “You ready to get out of here?”
I thought about the surprise I had waiting for him. “Hell, yes.”
Soft, late summer air glided over us as we cruised down some winding back-country road. I had no idea where we were going, and that thought didn’t bother me in the slightest. I tightened my hold around Axel’s middle and rested my cheek on his shoulder, content to ride along anywhere he wanted to take me.
When the bike slowed and turned, the headlight beam revealed an overgrown, narrow gravel road with trees lining both sides. The ride was bumpy, and we eventually came to a stop on a flat bit of open land with a drop off up ahead. Axel killed the engine, dropped the kickstand, and turned off the headlight.
Once my eyes adjusted, my breath caught. A full, deep black sky dotted with a million stars was shining above, stretching out and reaching down to the lights of the city in the distance.
“How did you find this?” I asked, keeping my voice quiet so I didn’t disturb the peace.
“Cleave. He knows all the good spots.”
I hummed, sliding my hands down until I could slip them under the hem of his t-shirt. He pulled in a quick breath as I scraped my nails over the solid muscles of his stomach. Unlike some of the guys, he didn’t have super cut abs, but he was solid—thick and sturdy and so fucking sexy I couldn’t live another day without having him inside me.
Biting my lip, I slid off the bike and pulled off my helmet. The moon was just bright enough that I could see the curious expression on his face.
“Will you take yours off, too?” Nerves made my voice shake a little, so I forced myself to pull in a calming breath. This was Axel after all. My Daddy. I didn’t have anything to be nervous about.
He reached up and unclasped his helmet. I took it from his hand and put them in the saddlebag.
“What are you up to, sweet boy?”
“I have a surprise for you.”
He started to rise from the bike, but I stepped up to his side and put a hand on his shoulder. “Help me up?”
Still watching me with curious eyes, he wrapped an arm around my middle and lifted me up so that I was straddling the bike in front of him. My legs were draped over his thighs and my ass was half on the gas tank and half on the seat where he’d slid back to give me some room. Tilting my face up, I asked wordlessly for a kiss. He didn’t disappoint, drawing my tongue out of my mouth with sweet, seductive swipes of his. I moaned into it, leaning against him and running my hands over his head.
He broke our kiss to nip along my jaw and down my neck, pressing wet open-mouth kisses and sucking just hard enough to make me squirm. Feeling drugged from his mouth on me, I gripped one of his hands where it was holding my hip and started to slide it backward. Lifting his head, he stared at me from inches away, breathing hard.
“Sweet boy?”
I bit my lip, continuing that slow slide until I got his hand positioned beneath the waistband of my pants. Holding his eyes, I brought my hands between us and undid my button and lowered my zipper.
“Make love to me?”
He groaned, mouth sealing over mine and hand sliding further down. His fingers slipped under the material of my briefs and down. His whole body jolted when they brushed the edge of the plug in my ass.
“Fuck, Leith,” he panted, tearing his mouth away from mine. He shook his head with a smile. “That is…” His fingers moved gently, circling the base and making me gasp as it shifted and brushed my already sensitive prostate—butt plug plus motorcycle was like the ultimate vibrator. “That is so fucking sexy, baby.”
“You like your surprise then, Daddy?”
“Oh yes,” he said, claiming my lips again.
I dropped my hands to the front of his pants. “Can I?”
“You can do anything you want, sweetheart.”
Reaching into my back pocket, I pulled out the condom and packet of lube I’d stashed there earlier and set them on the small bit of seat between us. He helped me get his pants undone and down enough that I could get my hand inside his briefs and pull his cock out. He was gloriously hard, and my mouth watered at the sight of him. Scooting my ass back, I bent forward and pulled him into my mouth, sucking the crown while I jacked his length.
“Goddamn, baby. You keep that up and I won’t last. Want you too fucking bad.”
Needing to tease him a little more, I circled my tongue around and pressed it into his slit until his hips started to buck. Sitting up, I grabbed the condom and ripped it open, sheathing him with quick movements. Pulling one leg up, I turned in his lap so both legs were on the same side of the bike and used my toes to kick off my shoes. Pushing my pants down my legs, I bent down, thankful for the arm Axel kept around my waist so I didn’t topple over in my hurry and shucked everything—pants, underwear, and socks. While I was at it, I pulled my shirt off too.
He growled, manhandling me back around until I was straddling him again. He reached for the plug, getting a hold of the end, and slowly pulling it out of me. He dropped it over the other side of the bike so it wouldn’t land on my clothes, and I shifted closer to him, searching for the lube packet. Once I found it and ripped it open, Axel offered me his hand. I squirted some lube onto his fingers and the rest right on his dick.
Reaching behind me, he pressed one slick digit into my hole, quickly followed by a second. I moved my hips, riding his fingers the way I wanted to ride him.
“I’m ready, Daddy.”
He shook his head. “I’m bigger than that plug.”
I laughed. “I know, but I want to feel it. Want to feel you.” Gripping his shoulders, I lifted myself up with my feet braced on the driver’s pegs. He steadied me with a hand on my hip while the other positioned his cock. I loved that he was still fully dressed and that we were out in nature, in the middle of this beautiful overlook he’d brought me to, underneath the stars.
I took a deep breath as he breached me, relishing in the stretch and burn and fullness of having him inside. When I’d sunk down all the way, we stopped for a moment, eyes open wide, staring at each other. Leaning in, he rested his forehead to mine, breathing with me and letting me adjust.
“You make me so happy, sweet boy.”
I threaded my fingers into his beard. “You make me happy too, Daddy.”
He kissed me slowly, raising his hips a little at a time, picking up speed and gripping my ass cheeks to hold me up and open for his thrusts. I wrapped my arms around his neck, bracing myself on his shoulders and using the leverage to press down to meet him. When I was close, he slid his hands up my back and stood up, cupping the back of my head, and holding the weight of my torso on his forearms. I raised my feet to the seat behind him and held on to his biceps as he drove into me over and over.
Pleasure was surging through my body—gathering and building in my balls and ass and the base of my spine. I reached for my dick, stroking myself frantically as his thrusts turned erratic, and I came with a startled cry all over my stomach. Axel tensed a moment later, burying himself in my body with a grunt.
“Oh my god,” I panted, basking in the glow of the most glorious orgasm I’d ever had and going limp in Axel’s arms. Even cum drunk, I knew he wouldn’t let me fall. He sat back on the bike, still inside me and pulled me up into a sensual kiss. I was probably getting cum all over his shirt and vest, but he didn’t seem to care, holding me close and running his hands all over my body.
“I love you, sweet boy. I love you so much,” he whispered into
the space between our lips when we broke apart.
I smiled, so happy I was ready to burst. “I love you too, Daddy.”
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