Abel (Savage Kings MC - South Carolina Book Series 7)

by Lane Hart

  “Abel, wait,” Cory calls out before he grabs my forearm, his fingers tightening hard enough to jerk me to a stop. Even when I turn around, he doesn’t let go, his grip so tight I would have to pry his individual fingers off me. “Tell me why you’re really here.”

  When I don’t respond, he asks, “Does Selina know where you are?”

  “How do you know I’m still hooking up with her?”

  His fingers don’t relax even a little bit on my arm, and stupidly, I don’t want him to let go just yet. “Both of you had that look of hungry desperation about you. You needed the distraction and the lie she can provide you with, and she needed a place to crash. Am I wrong?”

  “How…”

  “Her truck was piled high with boxes of shit in the cab. Didn’t you notice?” he replies.

  “Not at first,” I admit, feeling like a fool. “But, yeah, she’s sort of moved in temporarily, which is fine for now since Hugo is still gone…”

  “So that’s why you’re here,” he says as he not only lets go of my arm but shoves it away, pissing me off.

  “No, it’s not.”

  “Then tell me something I’ll believe, or you can go back to Myrtle Beach right fucking now,” Cory snaps, throwing down the ultimatum.

  What did I expect by showing up here? That he would open the door, see me, and rip my clothes off? Yeah, I guess I did want it to be that easy because then I wouldn’t have to admit any of this shit to him or myself or make the first move.

  “You were right. Is that what you want to hear?” I exclaim. “Being with Selina is great and all, but it’s still missing…something.”

  “Of course it is,” the asshole replies with a roll of his pretty, baby blue eyes as if that was obvious.

  “Now will you answer my question?” I ask him.

  “Maybe. What is it?”

  “Who was that Slim Jim motherfucker leaving your apartment?”

  The ginger’s lips under his facial hair twitch, but by some miracle, he doesn’t smirk. “Kenny’s my roommate. We’ve never hooked up, if that’s what you’re wondering. Not that it’s any of your business, but he’s straighter than a ruler with not even the slightest bend, unlike you.”

  “I’ve never –” I start, and Cory interrupts.

  “I know you haven’t. Isn’t that why you’re here?”

  “Fuck if I know,” I mutter while glancing down the hallway and running my palm over my buzzed hair, unable to look him in the eye. “Having it in my head is one thing. I don’t know if I’m ready or not to actually do any of it.”

  “Admitting it to yourself is the first step. We can take things as slow as you need. Just fucking talk to me, tell me what you want to do to me or have me do to you.”

  My head snaps up to his face at hearing that offer. “And you’ll do it? No matter what it is?”

  He grins. “For you? Maybe. I can’t resist a virgin gummy bear.”

  The insult rolls right off my back because my mind is already going a hundred miles an hour as the blood rushes down to my cock. I stare at his lips and blurt out, “I want your mouth on my cock.”

  “That’s…a great place to start,” Cory replies coolly as his gaze flickers down to the front of my jeans. “But, ah, I thought you wanted to go slow?”

  “By slow I mean you’re not putting your dick anywhere near me just yet.”

  “Okay. Got it. At least I know the thought of my dick has crossed your mind. You been thinking about it often after you saw it that night in the hotel room?”

  “Maybe,” I answer since it would be a lie to flat out deny it.

  “You’ve thought about fucking me,” he asks with a heavy sigh.

  That one is easier to admit to for some reason. “Yeah, but, ah, not tonight.”

  Cory just nods as if he knew that already. “Want to come inside?”

  “About fucking time,” I remark, making him chuckle. I take a step forward toward the apartment, but he suddenly slaps his hand against my chest to stop me, making me groan. If he says he was just joking, I might kill him right here and now.

  “One last question.” I might have hit him if his palm hadn’t slid down my stomach to the waistband of my pants, lighting my body up like the Fourth of July all over. “Why didn’t you tell Selina you were coming to see me?”

  Shit.

  “Because it’s none of her business. And, ah, she doesn’t need to know how fucked-up in the head I am,” I add to answer him honestly, knowing that less might mean not getting past his doorway.

  “Abel, you’re not fucked-up. The heart and dick both want what they want. There’s no shame in that as long as it’s legal.”

  “I grew up in North Carolina where oral and anal are still illegal – crimes against nature.” It’s the truth, even if most DAs stopped prosecuting cases so the police stopped charging men hooking up in parks with it. Now, they just cite them for indecent exposure.

  “Then it’s a good thing we’re lawbreakers, isn’t it?” Cory says with a grin that I return.

  “Yeah, I guess it is.”

  “Now get your ass inside.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  Cory

  Abel looks awkward as fuck standing in our spotless, somewhat feminine, all-white-and-cream living room in his black leather biker cut, ragged blue jeans, and shit-stomping boots. His green eyes that are the size of saucers are eating the space up, taking it all in, looking like a nervous mustang about to bolt if I make the slightest wrong sound or move.

  But fuck, I’m glad he’s here.

  Normally I would gloat more, throw it in his face that I knew what he wanted before he did. I don’t rub it in, though. He’s not some college frat boy who is curious and ready to experiment.

  No, Abel is a fucking Savage King, carrying a loaded gun in the back of his pants, having no doubt used the weapon more than once. And he’s probably been suppressing his urges and needs for nearly thirty years.

  “How old are you, Abel?” I ask since that’s an easy question that shouldn’t send him running.

  “I’ll be twenty-nine in a few weeks. Why?” he asks, narrowed eyes now suspicious. Okay, guess there are no innocent enough questions when it comes to him.

  “Just wondering.” I brace my hands on the back of the armchair. “I only had about a year or two of being attracted to guys and not acting on it. When did you realize…” I trail off without using a label and hold my breath as I wait for his response to the personal question. He’ll either cuss me out and leave, or he’ll answer it truthfully.

  “I was sixteen when I got a hard-on in the gym showers after PE,” he says quicker than I expected as he shrugs off his cut and folds it over one of his arms. “A guy I rode the bus with saw it and told others. That afternoon, a group of them got off the bus with me when it stopped at my house and nearly beat me to death. I woke up in a hospital, alone, later finding out that my parents didn’t want anything to do with me after they found out why I had nearly been killed.”

  “Whoa,” I mutter since I wasn’t expecting him to admit any of that to me so easily or that he had been through something so traumatic.

  “Once I was released from the hospital, I didn’t go back to school. I went home to pack a bag and then left town on my 2004 Harley Softail that I had just bought with the cash I saved from mowing lawns every summer. I didn’t have anything, not even a driver’s license, but I survived.”

  I turn my face away to blink back the tears welling up in my eyes, refusing to shed a single one. Abel already thinks I’m a pussy for what I did to Nolan. The last thing I need is for him to see me cry before I suck his dick.

  “So, ah, where do you want to do this?” Abel asks into the silence.

  “Wherever you want.”

  “On a bed with you naked. Not between my legs but to the, um, side of my hip so I can see you fuck your hand while I come in your mouth. That work for you?”

  Holy shit, yes! Where the hell did all of that come from? Guess he’s had a long t
ime to think about it.

  “Ah, sure,” I agree, trying not to show just how much I want him. Hell, he already knows I’ll do pretty much anything he wants, possibly even some of the things I promised myself I wouldn’t do with another man again when I was a teenager. Being a bottom means being vulnerable. And while I know it doesn’t have to hurt, the bastard who fucked me didn’t care if I was in pain as long as he got what he needed. Wait, stop, give me a second – none of those words mattered to him.

  “Which way to your bedroom?” Abel asks, snapping me out of my old memories of being used like a fuck doll. “I need to…can we get down to it before I change my mind?”

  “If you’re not sure…” I start, and he lowers his zipper to pull out his dick and show it to me. It’s swollen and thick with need.

  Wetting my lips, I point to the right. “That way.”

  “Thanks,” he says as he starts in that direction in a hurry, pulling off his shirt as he goes.

  I follow, still not convinced he won’t back out once my mouth is on him or hit me afterward for somehow manipulating him into coming in my mouth. Been there, done that more times than I can count.

  Then I remember the stack of cash I laid on the nightstand when I stripped the sheets to change them.

  Fuck.

  Chapter Twenty

  Abel

  My determination to go through with this falters when I sit down on Cory’s black bedspread to remove my shoes. He followed me inside like I wanted, closing and locking the door before pushing his jogging pants down right in front of my face.

  I stare at his long, semi-hard dick, wondering how it would taste and betting my hand or mouth could make it bigger.

  Am I really going to do this?

  If Nolan finds out I came here, that I’m doing this with Cory, he’ll be fucking furious. Not because he’s a guy, but because he’s a piece of shit who practically sent him to prison.

  During my internal debate, Cory lifts his shirt over his head, and then he kneels on the floor between my legs, stark naked.

  He starts to reach for the waistband of my jeans, but I slap his hand away.

  “Second thoughts already? Not surprised.” He throws his head back to stare up at the ceiling in disappointment. “You saw the money, didn’t you?”

  “What money?”

  He nods his chin to the nightstand beside the bed, where a pile of cash is piled up in a messy stack.

  “What’s that got to do with anything?”

  “How do you think I made it?” Cory asks.

  Why would I care how he makes money?

  Oh shit.

  “You fuck men for money?” I say in understanding, not that I’m all that surprised. “I, ah, I didn’t bring any cash…”

  He chuckles. “Did I ask you to give me any?”

  “No, but…”

  “I want you,” Cory says without meeting my eyes. “However, I can have you. So, if the money isn’t the problem, then what is?”

  I don’t like the idea of him with other guys, that’s for fucking sure. As long as he isn’t screwing them bareback, then it’s not my concern, just like I don’t get to have a say with who Selina fucks. We’re definitely not together like a couple or anything. No, his side business explains how he could afford the expensive watch and clothes, but it’s not why I hit the brakes. He really has no idea of the turmoil he caused my friend, does he?

  “Why did you fuck Nolan?” I snap at him.

  That gets his attention in a hurry. He runs his fingers through his golden-red hair to push it back as he lifts his eyes to mine while grinning at me. “Believe it or not, I never fucked Nolan.”

  “You know what I meant! Two years in prison, still on probation, the three of us had to give up the nomad life…”

  Cory squints his baby blues at me. “Are you in love with him too?”

  “What? No!” I blurt out in a rush. “Nolan is one of my best friends, but I don’t want him that way.”

  “Then who do you want?”

  “No one.”

  “Come on, Abel. I’ll tell you my truths if you’ll tell me yours.”

  “Fine. I liked having threesomes with Hugo for more than one reason,” I admit.

  “One being you liked seeing your friend’s dick, thinking about it inside of you?”

  My cheeks warm with a fucking blush, and I have to clear the embarrassment from my throat before I can speak again. “The thought crossed my mind once or twice, even though I know Hugo is straight.”

  “Don’t feel bad. We’ve all been there. Most hot men are either straight or too scared to come out of the closet. That’s pretty much how Nolan got fucked over.”

  “What do you mean?” I ask in confusion, wondering how those two random things fit together.

  Sitting back on his knees, Cory rubs his perfectly trimmed goatee. “I was fifteen, a freshman at a popular kid’s party, when I made the mistake of wrestling around with a senior jock. He was hard when he pinned me. I felt his dick on my stomach and didn’t push him off of me, so he assumed I was interested. When we were alone later that night, he pulled me into his buddy’s pool house and fucked me. Afterward, I became his bitch – had to do whatever he wanted, or he would threaten to out me. I made sure to fuck every easy girl in the school just in case, you know, to cover my ass. Literally. I figured one day he would do it, he would out me, and I liked girls too, especially ones with nice asses,” he says with a grin.

  When he pauses, I ask, “Well? Did he out you?”

  Cory shakes his head. “He was my first in almost every way. Hurt like hell without at least a little prep work, not that he cared. I did what he wanted to make sure he kept his mouth shut. I finally learned my lesson after the police searched my and Rita’s apartment. That’s when I told him I wouldn’t hide stolen shit for him anymore. I turned the tables, using the threat of going to the police if he touched me again or outed me. It was selfish of me to let Nolan go down for the stolen goods, but I never asked him to do that. That was all on him.”

  “I know,” I say with a sigh as I consider Cory’s side of things from the view of a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old scared kid. I would’ve rather been beaten to death than let someone take the fall for me. “Still fucked-up that you didn’t say anything at least to your sister.”

  “You’re right. It was fucked-up. I hurt Rita so bad she’ll probably never forgive me.” He brushes his hair out of his eyes again when his head hangs. “I mean, she invited me to her wedding, but she’s pretty much done with me, and she’s the only family I have left.” He clears his throat, and then when he looks up at me, his face is back to the smug asshole who knows I want him even though he screwed over my friend, the vulnerability he showed for a second long gone. “I’m already on my knees here, so should I start paying penance?”

  “Sucking a dick doesn’t make things right with Rita and Nolan.”

  “No, but it might make things more right with you.”

  “You can’t tell them about this,” I say before I reach behind me to pull the gun from the back of my pants, laying it beside me on the bed so he can take my pants off. “If you tell anyone, I’ll fucking kill you.”

  “Like I haven’t heard that one before,” Cory replies with a roll of his eyes. “Most guys don’t actually point a gun at me when they make the threat, though.”

  “I didn’t point it at you.”

  “May as well have. Want to shove it down my throat with your dick too?” he asks, and I shake my head fervently. That’s too fucked-up. I wouldn’t actually hurt him, and I sure as shit wouldn’t put my loaded gun anywhere near his face. There’s only one thing I want to slide through those full lips surrounded by the reddish-blond facial hair. God, the thought of coming in his goatee makes me shudder and has my cock throbbing.

  “You okay there, biker boy?” Cory asks from where he’s still kneeling between my legs.

  “I want you up here,” I remind him.

  Ignoring me, his big hands reach forw
ard to undo the button on my already unzipped jeans. This time I let him, fisting the covers on either side of me to keep from knocking his hand away because my dick definitely wants this even if my head doesn’t. Hell, I shiver just from his knuckles brushing against my bare stomach.

  It’s so fucking embarrassing acting like a goddamn virgin who has never been touched before. But I haven’t, at least not like this with a man. Even the assertive way he pulls my boots and socks off is hot.

  When Cory grips the waistband of my jeans to tug them down my legs, he says, “See something that made this little wet spot?” He leans forward, and his mouth covers the damp stain and the head of my cock that’s directly underneath the cotton material of my boxer briefs. The feel of his hot breath and warm tongue so close nearly does me in.

  “Jesus Christ,” I groan.

  He pulls back. “Tell me, and then I’ll get up on the bed where you want me.”

  I grab his chin, holding it between my finger and thumb to rub it, nearly groaning at the soft and scratchy combination of his facial hair, eager to feel it on my cock and balls. “I want a blowjob that’s so fucking messy some of my cum ends up here.”

  “If you make the mess, are you gonna clean it up?” he asks, his eyes darkening with his own need.

  Is he asking me what I think he’s asking? I’ve never tasted myself before, but there’s a first time for everything. I kissed Selina after she blew Cory because I wanted to taste him on her tongue.

  “Yeah, I’ll clean it up,” I agree.

  With that agreement, Cory jerks my boxers down my legs and off, finally freeing my cock. Before he’s off the floor, I’m scrambling backward on the bed to get in the position I wanted. I stop when I feel the pillows behind me.

  Only when the other man crawls on the bed do I remember how fucking big he is, taking up most of the mattress.

  There’s no pretending he’s a woman when there’s so much of him so close.

  “You ready?” he asks when he kneels about two feet away.