A giant weight fell from Domenico’s shoulders as the gate closed behind them, and they drove off into the darkness. Now they could finally breathe freely, and Domenico pressed on the gas pedal, eager to be as far away from this fucked-up place as possible. Jo was asleep in the trunk, and he’d be much happier with himself once she was out of there. Or better yet, in the hands of the bikers. He still couldn’t believe that they got her. She was alive. Damaged, yes, but she would eventually get better, or at least he decided to believe that as he sped down the straight road ahead, hoping no big animals chose to run into his way.
Seth wasn’t very talkative and just sat there with a grim expression. A good ten minutes later, as they drove on an empty road between two sides of a forest, he spoke out all of a sudden.
“Stop the car, Dom.”
Domenico squeezed his hands on the wheel. “What? Why?” he asked, even though he was already hitting the brakes.
“I just need some air. Can we stop, please?” He closed his eyes and put his hands over his face.
Domenico nodded and opened his own door as soon as they weren’t moving anymore. He burst outside and quickly walked over to Seth’s side. He opened it and offered him his hand, closing his eyes as the cool night air filled his nostrils with its fresh scent. It was a different world out here.
Seth pulled himself up and took a deep breath but then let go of Dom and walked a few steps away from the car. “Jesus Christ.” His breaths were so intense they sounded a bit like wheezing.
Domenico rubbed his face and looked from between the fanned-out fingers at Seth’s silhouette looming in the white light of the car. It didn’t seem like he wanted touch now, but Domenico chose to speak at least. “You’re a fucking hero. I couldn’t have pulled this off alone,” he said, and it was true. The fact that he had a crazy partner helped to rationalize the taking of a damaged girl when they came looking for one that was fresh. As much as Domenico was usually worried about Seth not thinking long enough about what he was about to do, it did seem that when put under pressure, he could step up his game.
"I can't believe we've got her,” Seth uttered but then straightened up for a long, deep breath. “But all those other people in there… I was shitting myself.” He looked at Dom, and it wasn’t Mr. Abate in those eyes but Seth, with all his emotion and vulnerability.
Domenico rushed over to pull him into his arms. He quickly kissed Seth’s cheek as they embraced. Oddly enough, with all the tension and a fear for Seth that he hadn’t wanted to acknowledge while they were at the base, Dom needed the touch just as much as Seth. “I know. I know. The club will retaliate. They will deal with this.”
Those words seemed to help Seth, because his body relaxed slightly into Dom’s hug. He still took yet another deep gulp of air by Dom’s ear. “I hope so. I hope all those fuckers just fucking die.” Seth squeezed the back of Dom’s jacket.
Domenico nodded, swallowing a curse word. He held on to Seth, watching tiny particles of dust, or maybe something else altogether, slowly fall in the glow of the headlights. A whole minute passed until he was ready to let go.
“We need to tell them. Come on.”
Seth swallowed and grabbed Dom’s hand. A strange thought came to Domenico’s mind when he trailed his thumb along the scar on Seth’s palm. Thanks to it, he’d be able to recognize Seth in the dark just by holding hands. He pulled him to the car.
Seth was still elated with the success of their mission as they approached the club. Seeing the insides of that gateway to hell had his heart rattling and his stomach turning, but right now, his chest swelled with pride. He had pulled off his act and they’d gotten Jo out of there. She was alive, even if hurt. Her family would take care of her, and the biker club would deal with the trafficking, show those monsters that they should have never started their enterprise. A part of Seth knew things like that were going on. Everyone did, but seeing it in person, closer than he’d ever wished to, had him confronting a reality he never wanted to be a part of.
Even Domenico had been impressed with Seth’s acting skills. Seth was on top of the world, with adrenaline still releasing into his bloodstream, almost an hour after they’d left the base. Dom looked so cool and collected in his new suit and didn’t even loosen his tie. Seth loved Dom in all his many forms, but Dom had been wearing jeans for so long that seeing him in formal wear brought back all sorts of memories. How Dom had sneered at a Hawaiian shirt even after memory loss, and how they had gone shopping at an Emporio Armani store and Dom had looked good enough to eat. Sadly, even the memory of Dom’s look at the funeral of Seth’s mother was impossible to forget. All black, sleek, and dangerous.
As they drove into the uneven path leading to the main asphalt road to the compound, in the faint light of the lamps outside, they could see a swarm of men, and the gates opened for them before they even got close to the fence. Domenico exhaled and finally stopped the car, walking out right away. He moved like a machine: elegant and efficient wherever he went, and Seth didn’t want to fall behind. When he walked out, Domenico was already speaking to the crowd of bikers.
“They have a fucking catalogue of girls and boys, and they had us pick and choose.”
Seth looked around and headed straight for the trunk. “It was just luck that we found Jo. They didn’t want to show her to us. Said she was ‘damaged goods.’”
Ryder pushed away two other men and touched the car in a jerky move. There was a big, bulging vein pulsing on his forehead as he approached Domenico. “You found Jo?”
Seth swallowed and wouldn’t look into his eyes. “Yes, but be gentle. We don’t know what her injuries could be. She’s… sedated now. I bought her off them on the spot,” he said and opened the trunk where the young woman lay under his jacket, which made her look even smaller than she was.
Ryder peeked right in and froze, squeezing his hands over the rim of the trunk. “Fucking fuck...”
Ripper, Axe, and the others joined right in, pushing Seth away with their sheer volume. His mind muted out most of the buzzing voices, but he still flinched when someone noticed Jo’s stump.
“What the fuck? Who does this shit?” roared Wolver, walking off and casting a mean glance at Seth, as if he expected an actual answer.
Ryder wasn’t paying attention to that though. “Brother, call Jess. She can assess if Jo needs to go to the hospital or not. We want to keep this under wraps if possible, so the fuckers don’t know we’re coming for them.” His voice was raspy, and he looked like he wanted to reach in and pull Jo out but wasn’t sure how to go about it.
Seth backed away by a few steps and crossed his arms on his chest. He felt so elated he could fly. He didn’t even notice Domenico coming over until he touched Seth’s shoulder. “It wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for Seth.”
Ryder stopped, staring at the ground under his feet, and then slowly raised his eyes, pinning Seth in place. His big chest was rising and falling, and by this point, he probably knew that they’d been here all this time and hadn’t rescued her, while two strangers did it on their first try.
He nodded and rubbed his face, turning back to the car.
Seth looked at Dom with a new intensity filling his chest. No matter the failures Seth had caused or the messes he got himself into, Dom still praised him. He took a deep breath. “How about we give them a moment to deal with all this?” he asked and hooked a finger under Dom’s belt.
Domenico let out a whiff of breath and glanced down at Seth’s hand before slowly, very slowly, moving his gaze up Seth’s chest. He sank his teeth into his bottom lip as their eyes met. “We should,” he rasped in a way that had thousands of phantom ants crawling all over Seth’s back.
Looking at the commotion around, and with another car arriving with a shriek of tires, Seth truly did feel like the hero. He pulled on Dom’s belt, and every step he made toward the clubhouse was quicker, more intent, more filled with need to show Dom just what kind of guy he was. That he still had it all together despite
insecurities or the limp left after the bite. The wounds were still healing, but since no bones were broken, somehow he would eventually make a full recovery.
No one noticed that they left, with Dom following Seth for once, led on the leash of his belt loop, all the way through the lounge and toward one of the exits on the other side. Even through the fabric of his slacks, Dom’s body streamed heat into Seth’s fingers.
“You think you can just pull me around like that?” asked Domenico, and Seth’s insides screamed in anguish when he pushed down the handle leading to the inner corridor and found the door locked. All of a sudden, having to go and ask for keys and then come back seemed like far too much hassle. He groaned but he wouldn’t lose momentum to a fucking door. He looked at Dom over his shoulder and yanked him toward a restroom behind the kitchenette.
Power and purpose were flooding Seth’s veins. “I’m the hero, right? I can do whatever the fuck I want.” He licked his lips, already imagining Domenico with his hair loose and sticking to his face.
Dom’s eyelashes fluttered as he stepped closer, tickling Seth with his sweet, warm breath. “You are the hero, so I guess all the spoils are yours.”
That was all Seth needed to hear, and the words streamed arousal down his body. Fuck yes. Domenico would be his in a matter of seconds. His perfectly shaped, strong body would be Seth’s, and he’d take everything Seth chose to give. Seth’s body was awaking from a lethargic state that had lasted much too long, and he was feeling more alive with every step. He grabbed a massive container of cooking oil with his other hand as he kicked the restroom door open.
Domenico stepped inside first, leaning against the wall next to the toilet. His cheeks were flushed, as if smeared by dark cherry juice, and his eyes drilled bright-colored holes in Seth’s face. His breath was coming in sharp gasps, and in the confinement of the tiny stall that was too narrow to even fit a small trashcan next to the toilet bowl, there was nowhere he could run from Seth’s insatiable lust.
Seth put the oil container down on the closed lid and locked the door behind them, trapping them in complete darkness, which seemed oddly fitting with Dom’s black suit and his tar-colored hair. Seth found Domenico’s mouth, uncaring about looking for the light switch or that he hit his head on the low ceiling when he rose to his toes. He instantly slid his hands under Domenico’s suit jacket and pulled him close as their lips opened up to each other.
Dom hummed into Seth’s mouth and slid his arms around his neck. He didn’t even attempt to keep all of his own weight and just hung on Seth, moving against him like a stud in heat.
Being so aggressive in the kiss and showing Dom just how much Seth wanted to fuck him felt like getting back something he’d lost. In the past months, he’d always felt he wasn’t good enough to attempt topping a hottie like Dom. That he’d make a fool of himself—that he wasn’t fit enough to fuck the way he wanted to. All of that nonsense was gone from his mind now, erased, and to be hopefully quickly forgotten. He slid his hands to Dom’s ass and couldn’t wait to unbuckle Dom’s belt, pull down his pants, and feel all that was underneath. Seth was the luckiest man alive to have someone like Dom, and no amount of hurdles on the way to getting here could change that.
Domenico arched into Seth, grabbing at him, as if there was nothing in the world he wanted more than Seth. He sucked on Seth’s lips with a dedication that required no words. He needed Seth so badly he wanted to pull his soul out of him. “Fuck...”
“I know, I missed this too.” Seth chuckled into Dom’s lips. He wouldn’t leave Domenico wanting for too long. All those nights when he’d been lying next to him and considered just turning around, climbing on top, and fucking his ass seemed like an eternity. And every time Seth had ended up thinking he wasn’t good enough. Or worse. At the beginning, when his ribs still hurt, he had such problems breathing that even getting aroused hurt. “There’s not much time,” Seth murmured. “But I’m still gonna fuck you senseless.”
Dom bit down on Seth’s lips, and the sudden pain miraculously transformed into a meaty wave of arousal that made Seth’s cock even stiffer.
“Go on then,” rasped Domenico, pushing the side of his nose against Seth’s. “You’re so fucking big you could just hold me down.”
Seth knew Domenico probably had ways of dealing with a bigger guy if he needed to, but it didn’t matter now. All he wanted was to feel Dom’s muscular back against his own chest, slide his cock inside his fit body, and know he owned Dom’s mind and soul. He gave Dom’s nose a gentle nuzzle, but then spun him around in his arms, and pushed him flat against the wall.
Dom didn’t resist and voiced his approval with a buzzing grunt. His ass nudged Seth’s crotch and rubbed it up and down, making Seth want to just jump out of his slacks and take what was clearly his.
Seth found the band in Dom’s hair and pulled it off, freeing his long hair so he could sniff it. Just the scent had his cock hardening even more. His whole body filled with power and confidence when he pushed against Dom, flattening him against the wall, and he sniffed Dom’s hair while unbuckling his belt. The fuck would have to be quick, but Seth was sure he’d remember every minute.
Domenico cursed beneath his breath, and his hands met Seth’s as they too pushed down his pants and briefs. He was almost wheezing, and the sound created a rhythmical music in the confines of the tiny restroom. Seth gasped when Dom’s hair smacked him across the face, bringing in the earthy, masculine scent that made Seth crazy.
“Do it.”
Seth didn’t need to be asked twice. Feeling Dom’s naked ass against his crotch was heaven. He quickly leaned down to find the oil canister, and as he opened it, he turned his face and bit into Dom’s asscheek.
Domenico groaned and rolled his ass against Seth’s already stubbly face. Just the sound of their skin touching this way had Seth’s cock twitching. So close to Dom’s groin, his own distinct scent was even stronger, and it spurred Seth into action.
“Yeah? You think you can take it fast?” Seth whispered in the darkness and quickly got his own dick out. He loved being fucked by Dom, and he found bottoming such a pleasure he often daydreamed about it. More than he’d like to admit actually, but at times like this, something completely primal took over, and all he wanted was to claim his beloved partner in the most visceral way. He oiled up his own dick and got up, ready to push it in. He spread Dom’s ass with his cock and groaned against his fragrant neck. With all the men Dom had fucked, Seth was one of the few who would get to top this magnificent beast of a man, and he loved the thought that he’d now be the only one to ever be allowed this.
Domenico stifled a moan and stiffened against Seth, but even as the muscles of his ass clenched against the invasion, driving Seth crazy, Domenico pushed back, forcing more of Seth’s cock inside him. He writhed and trembled even as Seth’s stomach docked to Dom’s buttocks. Every shaky breath came with a harder squeeze around Seth’s dick, but Dom voiced no protest, bracing himself against the wall. It’d been months since Seth got to do this, and they both wanted it like mad.
Seth put his hands on the wall, on the sides of Dom’s torso, trapping him with his own body, and making slow circular movements with his hips. His thinking process was deteriorating by the second, as pure lust overcame his body. His cock throbbed in Dom’s tight hot body, and he smirked as he began slowly pulling back.
Domenico arched his shoulders, and he climbed to his toes, still as tight as the first time Seth took him in a New York City church. He moved forward, as if trying to escape Seth’s clutches, but Seth wouldn’t have it and rammed his cock back in, pushing Dom flat against the wall. As his hands slid lower, his fingers found the light switch. Bingo.
With the room suddenly illuminated by ugly yellow light, Seth pulled his chest away to look down at his own cock buried deep in the most perfect of asses. He grabbed Dom by the hips and began a harsh rhythm of thrusts, each time milked by the tight sphincter.
Domenico’s hair was everywhere, spilling down his sh
oulders and covering his face as he hunched by the wall, jerking off to the rhythm of thrusts. Still in the elegant jacket and shirt but with the slacks pooled around his ankles, Domenico was all but bending over to be screwed hard. Each time Seth slammed in, Dom’s ass opened for him, and his buttocks shook in the most enticing way.
Seth only strengthened his grip on Dom's hips, arousal skyrocketing in his body at the sound of Dom rapidly moving his fist over his own dick. Seth let one of his hands travel to the front of Dom’s body, and he grabbed the sleek black tie around his neck. He pulled it back over Dom’s shoulder, and forced Dom to look back, only to kiss his trembling lips, and catch his shallow breaths. Seth intensified the pace of his thrusts, pushing his cock in and out at a rapid pace. He’d come any moment now, but with his brain scrambled, it was hard to decide where exactly he wanted to leave his spunk.
Domenico kept his eyes closed, but his face was the most magnificent sight. With his brows drawn together and mouth hanging open, he whimpered each time he breathed, pushing his hot skin against Seth. They were both so close now, and Domenico’s face kept twitching each time Seth slammed home, but it was the touch of Dom’s hair that made Seth go completely mad with the need to come.
Seth pulled out of Domenico’s hole and turned him around, pushing him back against the wall. He grabbed his cock in his slippery hand and pulled Dom’s shirt up with the other. He wanted to come on that amazing ripped stomach and see his spunk drizzle down the short dark hairs. But it was also Dom’s dick that competed for attention. Thick and dark in Dom’s hand, with the head pushing out from between tan fingers, as Dom jerked off.
Domenico’s eyes were much darker than they usually were, and they shone with determination and love as he looked at Seth, playing with the head of his dick. He reached for Seth and pulled him into a rough, demanding kiss, as they stood even closer. Seth moaned when his dick touched Dom’s. He let their cockheads rub together and moaned into the kiss.
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