“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 need 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
