by Lila Rose
“It’s okay. I’m damn proud of you.”
His head jerked back. “You are?”
“Yeah, babe. It was hot to see you havin’ my back.”
Country clapped. “Let that be a fuckin’ lesson to all. No one can tell another who to love. No one has the fuckin’ right to say bull like that and get away with it. No one else has to hide when they’re showin’ their partner some lovin’, and we don’t expect you two to do it either.” His eyes landed on us at the end.
“Damn right,” Saint yelled.
Country looked down at Duck in disgust with his upper lip pulled up. “You don’t fuckin’ smarten up, you’re out. Hear me?”
Duck, who was still on the ground, grunted and then stupidly said, “Didn’t know you were a fag lover, Prez.”
Stupid cunt just wouldn’t learn to keep his mouth shut. Country’s jaw clenched. “Torch, Death, take him out for an advanced lesson before he leaves the club,” Country called.
“Prez, shit, fuck, no, I won’t do it again,” Duck shouted as Death and Torch came forward and dragged a still yelling Duck out.
“I didn’t want this to happen,” Lucas said softly.
Country stepped in front of him, gripped his chin, and lifted Lucas’s gaze. When I growled under my breath, Country let his grip go, but he told Lucas, “Listen to me, kid, and listen well. My pa put this club together a very fuckin’ long time ago. It’s a place of peace, a place for brothers to come together and share in life, love, and family. We’re a damn big family, and all families have their testin’ members. But none, and I goddamn mean none, should treat another member like the way Duck treated you and Wreck. It’s his own fuckin’ issue.” He turned to the room and said loudly, “and if anyone else has a problem seein’ love in this fuckin’ compound, no matter who is showin’ it, they shut their motherfuckin’ mouth, walk away, or deal with the rest of us comin’ down hard on them.” He glanced back at Lucas. “You’re here to feel safe, to do whatever makes you happy, because you’re goddamn family even before gettin’ in with Wreck. Understand?”
Lucas nodded, cleared his throat, and then whispered, “Yes.” He glanced to the doors where Duck had been dragged out. “But I don’t want anyone hurt for being themselves.”
Country shook his head. “If that’s how he thinks normally, then he fuckin’ doesn’t deserve to be in this club. We’re loyal and deal in respect for all members. His soul is tainted with ugliness. I don’t want that shit to rub off on the club. That’s not what we’re about. Jesus, kid, not in this day and age. People need to grow the fuck up.”
Lucas’s sudden burst of laughter even startled himself. He covered his mouth. Then he removed it and said, “Some just aren’t smart like you, Country.”
Country chuckled. “Ain’t that the truth. Now, let’s fuckin’ party and put the ugly behind us.” He patted Lucas on the shoulder and stepped up to the bar.
My gut twisted in delight when Lucas moved into me, his shaky hands resting on my hips. Finally, I relaxed. He looked up at me and whispered, “Sorry for jumping in like that.”
I shook my head. “Never apologize. I’m fuckin’ damn proud of you for stickin’ up for me, but also yourself.”
He grinned up at me. “Thank you.”
A couple of hours later, Lucas was slapping the bar as he tilted his head back and laughed from something Tech told him. I’d been standing away, talking with Death and Saint, but he wasn’t far from my sight. It was good to see him having fun with some brothers. So far, Duck had been the only cunt who had started shit. The others had taken it in stride when Lucas and I had got close and shit. Hell, some even spoke to us when I had Lucas leaning against my front and an arm across his chest.
It made me feel good. Fuck, it felt like everything was as it was supposed to be in life, and usually, I wasn’t someone who thought crap like that, but I did, and it was because of Lucas.
My Lucas.
Someone chuckled beside me. A swift thump in the shoulder followed, and I glared at Death. “Brother, you’re not listenin’ to anythin’ we say. Go get your guy and take him to your room. Maybe then we can actually have a fuckin’ convo.”
“Jesus Christ, you know I’m cool about you bein’ with my brother, but do not fuckin’ talk about them in any bedroom in front of me. That’s my kid brother.”
I chuckled. “Who I’m gonna take to my room,” I told him, smirking. He gave me the finger and stalked off while Death laughed. I quickly made my way over to Lucas, Tech, Kylo, and Torch.
They all stared at me, grinning.
“What?” I asked.
Kylo snorted. “We told him it wouldn’t be long before you were over here, draggin’ him away from all the looks you were givin’ him.”
I shrugged and held my eyes on a blushing Lucas. “They were right.” Reaching out, I took his hand and led him away from the taunting group.
“Torch wouldn’t say what happened to Duck. Do you know?” Lucas asked.
I did, and I wasn’t sure Lucas needed to know or really wanted to know. I worried he would see us as bad people. I stopped in the hall, turning into him. I took a breath. “You know who we are, yeah?”
His head tilted to the side as he looked up at me. “What do you mean?”
“My brothers and I, we’re bikers. We live different, have our own set of rules, and we’d die by them.”
He swallowed. “Um… okay.”
“He disrespected you, me, and the club. He needed to pay.”
He nodded. “Honey,” he whispered. “You can tell me anything. I know you disappeared for a while. I’m not stupid.” He lifted my hand up and ran a finger over my knuckles. “You went out and saw him with Country. I just need to know if I need to prepare myself to lie to the police or not. How far did it go?”
I could see the trace of concern in his eyes, but he also had trust, and him holding onto me told me so much more than anything.
Fuck me.
Fuck, fuck me.
He was damn perfect.
I crowded him, pushing him back into the wall. “He’s alive, kicked from the club, but alive.”
He ran his hand up my stomach, my chest, and cupped my neck. “Okay, Wade. Now, can you show me your room… I presume we were heading there?”
“Fuck yeah, we are,” I growled low, and then shifted back to pick him up over my shoulder. He let out a squeal, and I slapped his ass walking the rest of the way down the hall. He laughed until I ran my hand up the back of his thigh and gripped his ass cheek.
He gasped. I opened my door, pushed it wide, and stepped in. I planted him on his feet, kicked the door close, locking it behind me.
“Get naked for me, Lucas,” I ordered and leaned against the door with my arms crossed over my chest.
He licked his lips and started with his long-sleeved top by dragging it up his body and throwing it to the floor. His shoes and socks were next, then his jeans. He slowed down on those and drew them down his legs while watching me palm my cock behind my jeans.
Christ, he could always make my dick hard in seconds. Just looking and watching everything he did, the way his hair fell in his eyes all the time, the way he smiled, smirked, teased. Even listening to him could bring a fat one.
“Bend over, hands to the bed,” I clipped.
He did, and then looked over his shoulder to see me removing my vest and tee. I was too fucking eager, so I kept my jeans on but undid them as I walked to my bedside table and grabbed a condom and lube.
Moving in behind him, I dropped the items to the bed and then placed my hands on his back and ran them leisurely down over his warm, smooth skin. He shuddered under my touch, bringing a smile to my lips.
He always reacted to my hands on him. Always.
I rubbed over his ass and then tapped hard enough for him to gasp and push back on my hands.
“Wade, please,” he begged. He liked taking my cock as much as I liked giving it to him.
Goddamn perfect.
“You n
eed me, babe?’
“Yes, always.”
“Good.” I grabbed the lube, spread it over my fingers, and trickled some into his crack before pulling my cock free and slathering it with more lube. I ran my other hand up and gripped his shoulder while lining up my dick to his slippery, tight hole. “You need prep?” I asked thickly.
“No. Inside me, now, please.”
“Fuck,” I muttered, and then pressed in gently. He pushed back, but I tightened my grip.
“I’m okay, honey,” he reassured me, but he was still tight, and I didn’t want to hurt him. He pushed back again as he turned his head and bit down on my finger.
“Christ,” I clipped, and then couldn’t help it. I thrust forward, all the way in. Lucas cried out, and I stilled. “You all right?”
He panted out a breath and looked over his shoulder at me with hooded eyes and a sweet smile. “Oh yeah.”
“Fuck me, you are sexy,” I told him as I slowly withdrew and then pushed back in.
“Wade” was all he could say. Since his head was still turned toward me, I could see him as he closed his eyes, and when his lips parted as I hit the right spot, he begged, “Harder, please.”
Jesus Christ, I wanted to sink my whole body inside him and hold him for-fucking-ever. Leaning over, I pumped my hips back and forward as I kissed his back and ran my hands over his sides, his chest, his stomach, and then I dipped one down to grip his hard cock. I slid a finger over his leaking tip and brought that finger up to lick and taste his precum.
“So good,” I murmured.
Lucas hummed under his breath. He tightened around me when I curled my arms around him, one at his shoulders and chest, the other his waist, and I slowly stood him up enough while I continued to drill in and out of him. I kissed and bit at his neck. Sucked and marked.
“Wade, God, Wade. Yes.” He gripped my arm around his waist and took all that I gave him, pleasuring in my assault.
“Fuck, babe, fuck. You feel so good. So damn good.” I kissed his shoulder and bit there as well as I groaned when he tightened even more around me.
“Wade,’ he yelled, and I knew he was coming. He pushed back on me hard and whimpered through his release. My balls drew up, my gut tensed, swirled, and shot down to my groin, and then I was coming. Groaning and grunting through it, I still moved in and out of him, and Lucas took it all.
Slowing my movements, I licked up the side of his neck and nibbled on his earlobe. “Fuckin’ love you.”
He sighed contently. “Love you, honey.”
It was then I stilled before drawing all the way out. “Shit,” I cursed. No wonder it felt fucking fantastic. “Babe, fuck, I didn’t wear a condom.”
Lucas yawned, stretched, and then climbed on the bed on all fours before laying on his stomach. “I thought it felt better than normal.” I made a noise in the back of my throat. He glanced back. His eyes widened. “I’m negative if you’re worried about that?”
I gawked at him. He was concerned I was worried about myself? This damn man. “No, babe, I knew you would be, but I hadn’t told you I was negative, which I fuckin’ am, but—”
“Wade.” He grinned. “I trust you. You wouldn’t have taken me without subconsciously knowing you weren’t putting me at risk. Now get in here and cuddle me.”
My body unlocked. The freak-out I’d started to have vanished since Lucas was being cool about it all, and shit, maybe he was right. Deep down, I knew I wouldn’t risk anything when it came to him.
I walked to the side of the bed, planted a fist beside his head, and leaned in for a kiss. “Gotta clean you up, babe, and we’re doing it again, if you’re not too sore.”
“Oh, I’m up for that.”
“Good.” I grinned, and for the damn billionth time, I couldn’t help but think how right he was for me. Hell, I was already growing hard just thinking of going in ungloved.
Epilogue
Lucas
“Where do you want this?” Dad asked as he came through the front door of our place.
I glanced up from unpacking my own box in the kitchen and smiled. “In the movie room, please.”
“If I can find the room. I’ve said it once, but I’ll say it again, this place is huge.” He glanced at Tech, who was wiring some cables in and around the house. Dad hummed under his breath. “Wade’s real protective, yeah?”
“You could say that.” Wade had Tech working around the clock the previous day to set up the security system before we moved in. Now Tech was back again to install the cameras.
Dad grunted. “Good to know my boy will be safe.”
My heart warmed.
“I’ll always make sure of it, Gerry” came from the hallway into the laundry room, causing Dad to scream.
“Jesus Christ, son, you need your own alarm to announce your arrival.”
Wade just chuckled, and I heard Tech’s own mirth.
“Now point me again toward the movie room,” Dad asked. I pointed the right way, and off he went. Then Mom appeared in the archway from the kitchen to the living room just as Wade walked toward me.
“Is Gerry in here?” She moved in and dumped another box on the kitchen island beside the one I was working on.
“The movie room, Mom.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Is he working or watching a movie?”
“Working. He’s taken a box there.”
“Well, good. I have to say, Wade, this place is amazing, and it’s so big,” Mom commented, but she had a gleam in her eye, so I knew something else was coming.
“That’s what she said,” Zion put in when he entered the room.
“Zion,” Mom scolded.
Wade just grinned, while I rolled my eyes.
“Anyway, as I was saying,” Mom started.
“Mom, I’m not sure where this is going, but I’m kind of scared,” I told her.
Wade, Zion, and even Tech laughed.
Mom sighed. “All I’m getting at is that this place would be good for a wedding, and then there’s enough room for grandkids.”
“I’m out,” Wade stated and quickly strode from the room with Tech climbing down the ladder and following. Zion had backed up and edged toward the exit.
Groaning, I rubbed a hand over my face. “Mom, let’s not jump to that yet or in the next year or two. Wade and I are still new. We’re not rushing anything. Well, besides moving in together.” I let out a laugh. “Okay?” I asked her.
She smiled. “Of course, sweetheart. I’ll give it a year with the way he looks at you.” She spun around and walked back out, passing my brother.
As soon as she was gone, Wade walked back in. I glared at him, and he shrugged with a smirk.
Zion sighed, placing a box on the floor. “Thank fuck, she didn’t start on me. She’s been tryin’ to set me up with all her friends’ daughters.”
Wade stopped behind me with his hands on my shoulders. I leaned back into his familiar touch. “Why don’t you just go out with one, and then she’ll probably stop.”
He lifted a brow.
“All right, maybe she wouldn’t, but it would be worth a try, right?”
“Yeah, maybe one date wouldn’t hurt me,” Zion said, off in thought about it.
Something got tipped over, or someone broke something, then I heard, “It’s okay.” Kylo looked around the corner into the kitchen and at us. He grinned. “Promise I didn’t break it. It was already broken.”
Zion snorted, then left the room. Maybe he was going to listen and see Mom about a date. It would do him good. As far as I knew, he hadn’t been with anyone in a while. Well, he hadn’t brought anyone home in a month.
“Kylo, I didn’t know you arrived.” I smiled. He returned it and walked into the kitchen.
“Hang the fuck on, how about we get back to what he broke?”
“He said it was already broken.”
“You believe him?” Wade asked, his tone gruff, as if he wanted me to say no, I didn’t.
“Well, yes?”
Kyl
o laughed. “You don’t sound convincin’.”
“I’m working on my acting skills.”
Wade snorted, while Kylo grinned.
“How’s work going?” Over a month ago, Kylo hadn’t told me he was applying for a job at the Polished Pussies and Penises. In fact, my calls and texts went unanswered, and when I tried to catch him unprepared by a visit, he managed to evade me. Then when Wade told me of the night Kylo had his first job at Polished, I crashed it before he even arrived to talk with him and let him know how upset I was about him ignoring me. He’d been worried about what I thought. After a few words, he knew I wasn’t the type of friend to judge his choices. Now things were settled down, and he was back in my life, which I was grateful for. When I brought the one concern I had up with Wade, about Kylo being disrespected amongst the brothers, he told me with humor, “The brothers think he’s the shit. To them, fucking is fucking, and if he’s getting paid a heap for it, good on him.”
West, another one who had kept his application from me, appeared beside Kylo. Once more, we were back to being close and good friends. I would never want my life without them in it.
“I can ask you the same question,” I said to West. “How’s work going?”
Both got far off looks, and my belly dropped. I didn’t like it.
Kylo shrugged. “Same old. Anyway, I better go clean up the mess. Not that there is a mess to clean up,” he quickly added when his gaze went to Wade behind me.
West laughed. “I’m good too, and I’ll go help him before your man kills him.”
They disappeared. I tipped my head to the side and looked up at Wade. “They’re both hiding something.”
He dipped, kissed my lips, and said, “I’ll see what I can find out.”
“You think they are as well?” I asked, turning in his arms and curling my hands to the back of his neck.
“If you have a suspicion and you’re wanting to find out and help them, then I’ll do what I can to help. For you.” What was left unsaid was that he didn’t care about Kylo or West; he just wanted me happy.
My body tingled, and my heart flared with love and appreciation.