by James Cox
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Copyright© 2015 James Cox
ISBN: 978-1-77233-346-6
Cover Artist: Jay Aheer
Editor: Kerry Genova
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DEDICATION
This is dedicated to the biters out there. Keep life kinky!
And to the fantastic readers that purchased my book. Thank you!!
WITH TONGUE AND TEETH
Outlaw MC, 4
James Cox
Copyright © 2015
Government File:
Name: Ryan Ashton
AKA: Romeo
Affiliations: Patch member, Outlaw MC of Mars
Description: 28, Short dark brown hair, green eyes, Lean but muscular
Distinguishing Marks/Tattoos: Outlaw in script on right butt cheek with swirls,
Lip tattoo above his penis
Notable history on file: Suspected of homosexuality but never proven.
One living relative, brother, currently in prison on earth.
Previous prison time: 0
Prologue
Earth was considered a desolate planet and is used as a prison. Humanity lives on Mars in a single but always expanding city. Technology being what it is keeps us humans breathing. Our government is ruled by a man named Max Wexmen. He’s a twisted fuck and changed our entire structure. Now it is illegal to drink alcohol, do any drugs, have kinky sex, and, of course, smoke. Homosexuality was a death sentence. Women were to be kept for breeding. Dark-skinned men were used as slaves like back in the darkest days of history. The bad guys ruled the world and the good guys were the outlaws. That’s why we created the MC. We take our hover bikes and fight the injustice on Mars. The battle is going to be bloody.
Romeo’s the name. Remember it because you’re going to be screaming it later. I like to have a good time—the more naked bodies, the better. Maybe I should think less with my beautiful dick because it tends to get me in trouble. Which is why I’m stuck running from my home and into the den of strangers. Welcome to the Underground MC.
Chapter One
I lay back in the hover car and gasped with this giant smile on my face. My brown hair was damp with sweat. The pulse in my neck was throbbing so fast I thought it might burst. Hell, at least if I left this world it would be with a bang. Literally. I glanced at the sexy motherfucker in the seat next to me. We were in the parking lot of the car parts store owned by Harley. Good guy. He supplied our club, the Underground MC, and the Amazon’s with weapons. The guy next to me was Edmond, a friend of the club. A well-endowed friend. I adjusted my hips and winced. Damn, my ass was going to be sore tomorrow.
“You weren’t kidding when you said you liked it rough,” he mumbled. His long black hair was tied behind his head. He was nice looking, not gorgeous, but still good enough for someone who wasn’t picky. That was me. Mr. Flirt, Fuck, and Feel Good.
“I was in the mood to take it hard.” Deep down, I was a submissive at heart. I loved the feel of a thick cock in my ass and being helpless as it penetrates. I shuddered and rubbed at my flaccid dick. He was down for at least an hour.
“Why couldn’t we do this at the clubhouse?” he asked, struggling in the limited space to pull his pants up his legs.
“Eh, Outlaw doesn’t like non-members in the clubhouse and the moment I saw you, I wanted your dick up my ass.” I reached over and, pet his soft, satisfied skin.
Edmond chuckled. “You ever want to do this again just give me a call.” He opened the car door.
We had started in the front seat and ended up naked in the back. My pants were still up there. I think. I sat up as Edmond stepped out. He buttoned up his pants and leaned over so he could stick his head in the car.
“You are going to give me another ring right?” He lifted an eyebrow. “I’d hate to think I only had one chance to spank your fine ass.”
“You’re damn right.” I winked.
Then his shoulder jerked and blood sprayed the interior of the car.
The loud boom echoed. I didn’t even have a chance to react or gasp. There was no time to think. I reached behind me, opened the door, and fell out. A pebble dug into my ass cheek and I skidded back.
“Police!”
Fuck.
“Ryan Ashton...”
Son of a bitch, they knew my name. How did they find me? How did they follow me without noticing? Edmond ran awkwardly around the car holding his shoulder.
“Friends of yours?” He shouted as he winced at the new hole in his body.
“…For committing homosexual acts, you are hereby sentenced to death,” the peacekeeper yelled.
“Run.” I scrambled from the car and ran as fast as I could with Edmond at my side. Outlaw, president of the MC, was going to kill me if these guys didn’t. He told us to watch our backs, keep under the law and I just had to break it. I should have waited for a safe area to get our pants down. Instead, I didn’t wait and now the damn peacekeepers were about to execute me! I sprinted across the road, laser shots flying all around me. Some glass broke as I ran around Harley’s Car Parts. My feet were being poked by the red dirt underneath. More shots rang out. I ran faster trying to use the shadows to hide. My breath was so loud I thought that alone would give me away. I was too far from the clubhouse and even then, the peacekeepers would look for me there. I didn’t know what the fuck to do. How did anyone know I was here? I made sure there had been no one following us. It could have been someone at the clubhouse but no, we didn’t have any fucking rats. I skidded to a stop, hugging the edge of the building and panting. Edmond ran past me, continuing down the alley.
No more lasers went off. I could hear yelling. There was a limited window here. I shoved off the wall and went jogging. I used the dark alleys between buildings. Mars’ nights were just like Earth, dark enough to disappear but usually not bare ass naked. My cock was flopping around and kept slapping my thighs.
Edmond stopped in the darkened doorway of a store that had already closed for the night. I couldn’t go around nude through the whole city. Neither could Edmond with the rivulets of blood running down his arm. And they knew who I was so it didn’t even matter if I made it back to the clubhouse. I didn’t know what the fuck to do. “Harley.” The name was barely a whisper. He would help us, stash us until we had a plan. “Let’s go.” Being caught with a man wasn’t some long prison sentence. Homosexuality with proof was an automatic death sentence. I started to make my way around the alleys again, this time a wide circle back toward the original spot. I should have fucking known better than to have sex with Edmond. He was so damn hot and I was lonely. My dick constantly got me in trouble. This time may be my last. I skidded to a stop. Two peacekeepers were searching the alley before me with their laser guns out. They had lights shining on the buildings and what looked like a heat detector. Oh shit. I tried to backpedal but when I turned, Edmond was right on my ass and behind him, more peacekeepers.
I spun around aimlessly then dove into the shadows. I walked along them, praying there was nothing in my path. I hugged the wall so closely that it scrapped at my skin. All I had to do was time this. I held my breath. The enemy came closer. My lungs started to burn. They aimed the light across from me.
I leaped onto one of their backs. My fist landed solidl
y against his face. We went down hard and I rolled forward to keep from feeling the impact. Edmond was beating on the other guy. When the peacekeeper doubled over, we ran for it.
I stumbled on pebbles too small to avoid. There were more shouts. I ran to the parking lot and skidded so hard I fell. The place was lit up like it was daytime. There had to be a dozen or so peacekeepers here. I took a step forward, sort of aimlessly. I wasn’t sure where to go. The dirt under my foot gave way. I fell, rolled several times, and was surprised when I tumbled down a small hill. It was half filled with fresh dirt and some trees were lying on their side ready to be planted. I hugged the hill, red dirt smearing along my body. Edmond practically dove into the ditch beside me. I could only hear my harsh breathing as I waited to find out if, that had been my last time sucking cock. The footfalls weren’t getting closer though. I heard yelling further away. I peeked over the mound. Either Harley did something, my club overheard the radio chatter or it was divine fucking intervention. “I think we’re going to live,” I whispered.
There were still four peacekeeper cars in the parking lot.
My head fell back and I stared at the sky littered with bright stars. We waited there covered with red dirt, mourning the life I’d known. The noise started to fade. Lights became dull as the hover cars left and then it was nothing but darkness around me. I could see the city lights over the hill but before me was the gloomy unexplored part of Mars.
The peacekeepers would probably be at the clubhouse by now. I hoped Outlaw had hidden anything illegal. If anyone else got in trouble because of me...
Once my MC brothers heard what happened, I knew they’d come for me. Us. But then what? Now we would be marked as kill on sight. I couldn’t go back to the clubhouse. I stood and stumbled from the ditch. There was no more fight in me as I made my way through the dwindling shadows toward Harley’s store. I only made it halfway before I heard the roar of an engine. It was like angels singing. I turned. The black surface was beautiful under the dull light of the sunrise.
“You’re fucking idiots,” Deviant said. My MC brother with long strawberry blond hair and a serious behavior problem. Although he mellowed out since he met his lover Tage.
I just nodded.
Edmond’s shoulders fell. One was still bloody.
Deviant handed me a bag.
It was clothes. I jammed my legs into jeans and the dark t-shirt over my head. “Anyone else caught?”
“The club’s fine,” he grumbled.
Edmond went on the other bike that rounded the corner. I couldn’t tell which brother it was from here. I hopped on behind Deviant. His body was much more muscular than mine. I held his hips as the hover tech kicked in and we moved off the ground. We drove away, but I knew I would never see my home again.
Chapter Two
Outlaw paced in front of me. We were in a construction area, away from the clubhouse. I was leaning on Deviant’s bike, which made the big guy frown. “The MC is now under more scrutiny from the government.” He stopped in front of me. “All because you couldn’t keep your goddamn dick in your pants!”
“I know that,” I yelled.
“We can’t fuck up like this, Romeo.”
What did he want me to say? I knew he was right. Our plan to take down the government had to be rushed because our member Liam, Outlaw’s lover, was currently doing a fifteen-year prison sentence on Earth for the club. My fuck up just set us back months. We were already on the government’s watch list for the auction house bombing and the breeding house bombing. Now, one member is confirmed gay. This just put more heat on my brothers. I hung my head in shame.
Outlaw kicked the dirt and started pacing again.
“The Underground MC is going to take you both in. You do exactly as they fucking say. Do you understand me?”
I nodded.
Edmond was standing off to the side. His eyes were wide. Some luck he had. He went from wanting to join the Outlaw MC to being forced to the ass end of Mars to survive.
“Romeo?” Outlaw practically growled my name.
“Yes. I understand.”
Outlaw let out a breath and rubbed a hand over his face. He looked so damn tired. There were bags under his eyes and his dark hair had grown out longer. His skin was starting to go pale because all he did was sit in the clubhouse and try to find a way to get his lover home.
“I’m sorry, Outlaw.”
He looked up at me. Those narrow brown eyes softened. “I know you are.” He sighed. Then Outlaw pulled me in for a hug. “I know you’re sorry, brother.” He pulled away. “Underground will be here soon. Stay out of sight.”
I nodded. The Underground MC was started by a man named Justice. Apparently, he knew Outlaw well. When we started this clandestine fight against the governments tyranny, Justice had created his own MC. It was mainly dark-skinned men who either fought for their freedom or were broken out of the auction house to join the cause. I didn’t know too much about him and only saw him a few times from far away. Looks like I was going to get to know him a lot better. Since I couldn’t go home, I was stuck living on the outskirts of the city. Fuck that, not even the city. The Underground MC lived in tunnels and caves under Mars’ surface, usually in the areas that were yet to be colonized. It’s how they stayed off the government’s radar. Because black men were slaves under the law, they couldn’t even walk down the fucking street without being leashed like some kind of animal. Now I was grouped with them. I kicked at a rock in the dirt.
The construction area was quiet now. My brothers had all taken their hover bikes and rode home. The city was in the throes of sunrise. Light played off the windows, reflecting so brightly I had to look away. The soft sounds of hover cars began to increase. The day was starting. I pushed the feeling of guilt and sadness away. I focused on the anger. The government had to go down. Now more than ever. Not just for Edmond but, for all the men like Edmond. For those who died nameless and faceless simply because they were gay.
I heard the purr of a hover bike engine. Their headlights were off and in the dwindled light I could barely see them. The Underground MC. There were two men, both dark-skinned and coming up fast. They stopped their bikes only a few feet away.
“Romeo?” the taller of the two called out.
I nodded and walked up to him. He was handsome, all lean muscle, sharp jaw, and long legs.
“I’m Nico.” He held out his hand. “And this is my brother, Nero.”
I took his hand and hopped up behind him. Edmond took the other bike. He hugged Nero’s back who was slightly taller. My fingers curled into the leather of Nico’s cut and my palms flattened. I held on to him as we went from the growing light into the darkness. The construction zones fell away. The signs of civilization started to fade. There was an eerie darkness around us. I could barely see the path we drove. It was all red dirt and random hills. The wind drowned out the sounds of the engines. The further we traveled the more the flat land lifted. There were large red boulders and hills so big we wouldn’t be able to traverse them. I didn’t know how the hell they survived out here. It was like the old west on Earth. Then we began to slow.
I pressed myself further into Nico’s back. We turned the corner of a particularly big boulder and then slowed. The red rock started to quiver and to my surprise, a big section of it started to lift. The boulder was hollow and there was a ramp leading down. We only went a few feet before the walls shook and the light from dawn faded. The door closed. The ramp led beneath Mars’ surface. We stopped in a large chamber filled with bikes and boxes on the other side of the wall. I knew they held weapons because we’d delivered each box. The light was dull coming from small panels on the wall. We all got off our bikes and made our way toward an archway. The moment I stepped through, the dread of that cave lifted. Here, beneath the surface of Mars, was a thriving world.
It was a cave with twelve-foot ceilings, square lights hovering every few feet. The walls had been sanded smooth. There were men working on cleaning guns. A few others
were tending to pots growing wild with green vegetables. I saw a few women sharpening knives. Four were dark-skinned, two lighter, and three as pale as Outlaw. There was a large round table with two older versions of a computer on it. It wasn’t holographic but had a thin screen. There were curtains over certain areas and I could see cots a few feet off the ground. There were tunnels leading outward. A ten-inch hole in the wall had water raining out into a bucket. A woman with skin as dark as night walked past carrying a bucket of clothes. She was followed by a young man struggling to carry two buckets filled to the brim with water. He was lanky and smiled awkwardly at me. I heard the laughter then. Children. Young and smiling, they ran out of the tunnel and into another. They created a fucking society down here that was more admirable than the damn city. I was seriously impressed. It wasn’t as rough as I thought.
I took the stairs slowly, catching sight of a target that some men were throwing knives at. There was a kitchen area behind the stairs. I smelled freshly baked bread and saw a few people sitting around a table. When I turned around, one man stood. I knew who he was as he turned.
Justice. The man was built like a gay man’s ultimate fantasy. He had dark jeans and a patched shirt was stretched tight over hard, packed muscles. On top of that was the Underground MC cut. He looked like he was dipped in milk chocolate. I wonder if he tasted as good. I could see his dark nipples through his shirt. His head was bald, shaved free of any hair. His lips were plump, pouting almost. He had the most startling violet eyes I’d ever seen. It was like they were past the edge of blue, just reaching an almost purple color. They were fucking fascinating. He watched me. His pouty lips turning into a frown. “Romeo?”
