My Protector

by August Davies

  Heather held my hand as the man with giant plugs in his ears inked my back. The Phoenix was nothing compared to what I had been through the past couple months.

  I found myself back at the Devil's Hellions clubhouse. There were a few new faces but the place was still pretty empty. Tater smiled when he saw me approach the bar.

  “Didn't think I'd see you around here anymore. What can I get you?”

  “A quick shot of whiskey and Phoenix if he's around.”

  Tater poured a shot and yelled across the room. Tank had his head buried in the tits of some Asian whore. “Hey Tank, you've seen the Prez around?”

  Tank came up for just enough air to reply. “In the meeting room.” His tongue flicked out and the slut on his lap giggled.

  I grabbed the shot and let it slowly drain down the back of my throat. I hadn't seen Phoenix for more than a month and I had no idea how I'd react. I had to subdue the urge to jump his cock. We weren't like that anymore.

  I said my goodbyes to Tater and opened the door to the meeting room. The wood table had a nice carving of a devil and new framed photos had been nailed to the walls of fallen members. Phoenix sat at the head of the table, his face covered in shadows. He looked like a mob boss right out of the Godfather films.

  Phoenix stood up, his palms face down on the table. “I didn't think I'd see you back here, Patrick. My mind hasn't changed.”

  His voice was just as deep and sexy as I remembered. My legs shivered as I murmured, “I know...I know. I didn't come back here for you.”

  Phoenix swaggered around the table and came into the light. His chiseled chin looked good enough to eat and his dark eyes stared back at me. The tension between us was palpable. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him. But it wasn't meant to be.

  “Now that I'm back to my normal life, I realized I don't want it anymore. I dreamed of it day and night while I was locked away down in your basement but so many things have changed. I want to be apart of something. Become somebody important. The Devil's Hellions MC can give me that.”

  Phoenix put up his hand to get me to stop. “I don't know if this life is for you, Patrick. I don't want to see you hurt. I couldn't bear it.”

  Phoenix still cared for me and that was nice but I wouldn't let anyone try to shield me anymore. I got enough of that from Byron. I was my own man now. “I've been here during the worst times of this motorcycle club. And I want to be here to rebuild.”

  I turned around and lifted the back of my blue shirt. The tattoo was still fresh and stung with a phoenix. Phoenix's fingers grazed my inked skin and I flinched.

  “Property of Devil's Hellions MC,” Phoenix said, reading aloud my tattoo.

  I faced Phoenix again to see him smiling. “I'm serious about this.”

  Phoenix hugged me and whispered in my ear. “I see that now. Go behind the bar and help Tater out.” His musky scent was overwhelming and I wanted to kiss him so badly. But I had to resist. Someday maybe we could be together. But for Phoenix, the MC would always be a priority.

  Epilogue

  Phoenix

  Present Day

  Patrick stuck around throughout the years, even during the hard times. It was difficult to have him around—a constant reminder of the life I could've had if I only made a different choice. I was always searching for something that was right in front of me.

  It wasn't too late for Dagger and maybe it wasn't too late for an old man like me.

  I found myself on the doorstep of Patrick's apartment, too afraid to knock. Fearful of what lay beyond the door. The complex he lived in was rundown and grimy. Graffiti stained the walls and drug dealers stood on each corner.

  In all the years I knew Patrick, I had never visited his home. Now I knew why he never wanted me over. I could've changed all this. I could've provided him with everything he needed.

  Instead, I kept him at arm's length, never giving him the love he deserved. And Patrick deserved it all.

  I slammed my fist on the door as my knees almost caved in. My heart pounded in my throat and a wave of nausea came over me. A moment later and nothing. What if he wasn't home?

  I could leave and act like it never happened. But I saw his car parked outside. He could be in trouble. I needed to help him.

  The door creaked opened before my knighthood kicked in. Patrick stood there with big eyes. “Phoenix...what are you doing here?”

  “I'm no longer the President of the Devil's Hellions MC.”

  Patrick looked confused, his head cocked to the side. “Oh my god. I had no idea you were even thinking about retiring.”

  I had to take what was mine. I pushed the door and and welcomed myself inside. Patrick stepped back, allowing me in. “I came here for you, Patrick.”

  Patrick closed his eyes to try and process all the new information. “What are you talking about?”

  I closed the door behind me and locked it. “I made a terrible mistake all those years ago.” I stepped within inches of Patrick, his wrinkled eyes staring up to mine. We were both old now. But he was still as handsome as the first day I met her. “I just didn't know how bad of a mistake until now.”

  Our kiss could have powered a nuclear reactor. All the pent up emotions we had for each other over the years was exploding. His lips tasted just as soft and sweet as they did all those years ago. How could I ever forgive myself for not kissing this mouth every day I was near him.

  I felt down the sides of his waist and around his back. Patrick shivered to my touch. I grabbed his ass and forced him against me. We kissed passionately again, our tongues dancing around.

  “I can't wait another second, Phoenix. Take me now and take me hard. You better make up for all the time we lost.”

  I didn't need to say another word. I fumbled around with my belt buckle and dropped my jeans to the ground. Patrick felt up my thick shaft, stroking me over my boxer briefs.

  I turned Patrick around until he faced away. I bent him over the back of her dirty couch, his ass pressed against me. I pulled down my boxers and placed my cock between his cheeks.

  I could've come right then, spraying my milky seed all over his hot ass. But I needed to feel him again.

  I sunk my pulsing cock into his ass, sliding right in with ease. The warm tight feeling around my shaft almost made me climax. I pushed further and further, filling Patrick up completely. It's exactly as I remembered it.

  I took him from behind, my hips smacking against Patrick's soft ass. I traced my finger across the old faded tattoo: Property of Devil's Hellions MC.

  Patrick screamed my name over and over again, disintegrating as he came. I clenched my teeth and found my release, filling him with my warm cum. We became one and I knew he was all mine. Patrick was Phoenix's Property now.

  The End