Submission to Kale [The McAlisters of McKenna Downs 2] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever)

by Zoey Marcel

  Chapter Eight

  Heath Brodie jolted, head flying up when he heard cheerful banging on the front door. His heart stammered when he saw Heller Enos standing outside the empty clinic. The rebel biker waved at him, one of those flippant, masculine waves.

  Swallowing, Heath made his way over and then let him in.

  Heller pushed past him.

  “What are you doing here?” Heath locked the door again.

  “Nice place you have here.”

  “Thanks.”

  Awkward silence filled the space between them.

  Heath tried not to notice how robust Heller looked with those cannons he had for arms popping out of his snug black tank. The ink on his guns only added to his sizzling appearance.

  Heller calmly took a drink from his water bottle and walked around the waiting area, having a look around. He wore baggy jeans and white tennis shoes. The attire was simple and might have been forgettable on the average person, but on Heller the image was branded into his memory forever. The guy made anything look good.

  “Oh, here.”

  Heath caught the extra bottle of water his friend tossed to him. The thoughtful gesture touched him. “Thanks. You drove all the way out here just to make sure I was hydrated?”

  “Water’s important.” Heller looked amused. “What, did you think I came here to fuck you again?”

  Heath’s cheeks burned as he quickly glanced the other way. “No. I was just curious.”

  “This is a nice place. I signed a lease on the empty space next door. We’ll be neighbors.”

  “What? You want to open up a motorcycle shop right next door to my veterinary clinic?”

  Heller’s dark eyes laughed at him. “Why not? It could be interesting. While Fido’s getting a checkup, his Harley mama can stop in next door and buy a nice key chain for his fancy collar.”

  Heath grinned in spite of himself. “I don’t suppose you have a name for your rebel establishment.”

  “Satan’s Wrath.”

  He rolled his eyes. “No, you can’t.”

  “Sure, I can. Watch me. I can see the Stone River news now.” Heller extended his arm out and made a broad sweep with his big hand as if presenting a city to him. “Preacher’s boy plays doctor to animals while the devil’s son keeps them looking sharp in the latest doggie bling. It’s a great plan.”

  Heath tittered and shook his head. “Don’t pretend you’re doing this for the dogs.”

  “Hey, I’ll sell biker shit for cats, too. I’ll make little cowbells with flames on them for all the heifers gone wild. We can make some for the cows, too.”

  Both men smirked.

  Heller took another long drink of water.

  “I think I can see why you’re not married,” Heath teased.

  Heller flashed him a charming partial smile, eyes loaded with hot shadows. “Who says I want to get married?”

  The rhetorical question inspired a strange mixture of relief and disappointment in Heath. “Well, I’m sure someday you’ll find the right biker woman and settle down.”

  “Nah, I want to corrupt an innocent, hot blonde. Besides, who’s to say I’ll let some woman tame me? Maybe I want to trap some poor son of a bitch with me forever.”

  The comment stung and he couldn’t tell if Heller’s peculiar expression was a hint of flirtation or undertones of sadism. The look was subtle, but there was so much behind it.

  Heath raised the bottle to his lips to quell the jealous pain in his throat. “Just don’t propose to him that way if you want him to accept.”

  Heller’s mouth tugged at the corners in amusement. “You know you want it, Heath.”

  His heart skipped a beat, pulse stammering as he peeked over at the man. “What?”

  “Me.” A slow smile broke through on Heller’s face as he watched Heath’s reaction before the bastard actually finished his sentence. “Here, with you. Next door so I can harass you every break and fuck up your concentration. Be around you every second until you can’t tell the difference between me and your shadow.”

  Heath’s brows lifted and his attention slid from Heller as he took another swallow of water. “Nothing unbalanced about that.”

  Heller’s smirk could destroy any man on the straightest end of the Kinsey scale. “You know we make a good team.”

  “We do. It sounds like fun, but you can’t open up a motorcycle shop here in Stone River.”

  “Why not?”

  “Look around you. It’s full of people who like an excuse to judge anyone for being different.”

  “Your people, you mean.”

  Heath pulled his focus from Heller’s accusing stare. “I’ve been trying to work on not being a bastard.”

  “How hard are you trying?”

  He scowled at Heller’s mocking eyes and wry smirk. “Knock it off.”

  Heller chuckled.

  Heath fought his hardest not to let his enamored reaction show when that sexy rumble of laughter made his guts rise with want.

  “It’s thoughtful of you to think about my business, but you’ve got nothing to worry about. The Princes of Hell MC will give me good business. Plus there are plenty of people around here who own motorcycles. Not all the merchandise will have little devils and hellfire on it.”

  “Satan’s Wrath? You’re seriously asking for protestors.”

  “Not if the preacher’s boy endorses it. I’ll sell Jesus fish and crosses to warm them up to the idea.”

  “That’s good, Heller. While you’re at it you might want to think about picking a different name to actually have a fighting chance of staying in business in this town.” Heath checked out his blueprints that lay on the desk. “I don’t know what you were thinking.”

  Heller crept closer, voice husky and dangerous. “I was thinking I’d stalk you.”

  Heath snorted, fighting the wave of heat that slammed into him. “I like how you just call it what it is.”

  “You like it when I stalk you.”

  He stiffened when Heller’s murmur feathered over his skin. Heath freaked and pushed past him. “Just back off, all right? I’ve got a lot of work to do.”

  Heller prowled toward him, opening his arms wide like a facetious variation of a shrug. “Well, nobody’s stopping you, cowboy.”

  Heath cleared his throat, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity as he headed down the hall. “Why don’t you go off and make sure other people are staying hydrated?”

  “Can’t do that, pretty boy. I’ve made you my mission.”

  “Great.”

  Heller came up behind him and grabbed his crotch, setting off intense sparks in his groin.

  Heath pulled away and backed up quickly. “Last night was something else, but we can never go there again.”

  “Oh Heath, you don’t mean that,” Heller taunted him. “I thought our night together meant something to you.”

  A little too much, I’m afraid.

  Heath snorted. “Don’t try to sweet talk me out of my pants again. You were a pig.”

  Heller made a tsking sound. Jesus, the man even scolded him like a badass. “Heathy boy, for shame. In what way was I a pig?”

  “You had me take all my clothes off while you left yours on. Was it so I’d feel cheap?”

  A devilish smile slowly crawled up the biker’s face. “You think I wanted to degrade you and make you feel owned? Is that how you felt, Heath? Do you want me to make it up to you?”

  Heath grew warm. “And that’s another thing. You didn’t even kiss me or cuddle afterward. That’s how I know you’re nothing but a dirty bastard.”

  “Is that what’s bothering you? You want me to kiss you?” That riveting hush fired a furnace deep inside of him.

  “Don’t misunderstand me.”

  “Oh, I know damned well where you’re coming from.” Heller’s exaggerated sigh hinted at sarcasm. “You feel used because I saw you naked. You’re right. The score has to be even. I’ll let you see me naked.”

  “That’s oka
y,” Heath said quickly, even as his cock screamed curses at him for prudish stupidity.

  Heller grunted while staring him down and undoing his fly. “Half naked, then. I insist. I’ve been working out a lot since we had our charming little spat years ago.”

  Guilt was resurrected inside him.

  Heller eyed him critically, grabbing the hem of his shirt as he pulled it off. “Tell me what you think.”

  Sweet mother of God, he was divine. Heller held his shirt in one hand and stood there bare-chested in the most enticing display of masculinity he’d ever seen. The tribal tattoo on his left arm continued on his pectoral muscle on that same side. His pecs were shaped nicely and a glorious testament to all the hard work he’d put in at the gym. His abs were solid and chiseled. Heath figured the guy was flexing.

  The black cord around Heller’s neck had a silver charm dangling on the end of it. It was the same demon buffalo skull with a crown on its head. Two tiny rubies shimmered in the bison’s sockets, representing the animal’s glowing red eyes.

  It was difficult enough trying to stay flaccid when the man’s marbled body was ripped to the core, let alone with a necklace lying against his copper flesh that only ratcheted his sex appeal tenfold.

  “What do you think, little guy? Do I look bigger than I did ten years ago?”

  Smart-ass son of a bitch.

  “You look great. Put your shirt back on.”

  “Why, Heath, don’t tell me you’re aroused. Straight men don’t get turned on by another man.”

  Heath rolled his eyes. “Very funny. Put your shirt on before someone walks in and sees you like that.”

  “You locked the door and even if you hadn’t I’m not too worried about it.”

  “Well, I am. I don’t want my dad coming in here and seeing you like that.”

  “Worried I’ll turn him, huh?”

  “Yeah, right. My dad’s even straighter than I am.”

  “Well, he’d have to be,” Heller said with a sly smile.

  Heath frowned and faced him again. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

  “You tell me.”

  “I’m starting to get the impression that you came here just to harass me and give me crap about last night.”

  “Damn, you’re slow.” Heller pulled his shirt back on and then closed his fly. “I figured we’d head up to Rapid City and catch a movie. What do you say?”

  “That sounds like a date.”

  He breathed out, making a contented horse sound, the kind they often did when grazing and swishing their tails, minus the neighing. “Nah, man, we’re not going at night. That would be incredibly gay. See, this way, if we go in the day we can catch a matinee, then it’s just like we’re two friends hanging out together and having a good sexless time.”

  Heath rolled his eyes. “I’ll think about it.”

  “You’ll do it.”

  His pulse spiked and his dick elongated at the firm command. “Excuse me?”

  “You heard me. If you want to be BFFs with me again you’ll see a movie with me. You owe me for taking advantage of me in my own home.”

  “What?” Heath’s mouth fell open.

  Heller grinned. “Just because things didn’t work out between you and that blonde dame is no reason to switch to men. Really, Heath, I offered you friendship and beer, but that wasn’t enough for you. You greedy little bastard, you scandalized me and made me wake up in the morning to your crabby face. Some friend you are.”

  “You deluded punk. I bought the beer and you seduced me. You practically begged me to spend the night.”

  Heller shook his head once, lips pouting in pretend protest. “Doesn’t sound like me.”

  “Eh.” Heath waved him off. “See if I go to the movies with you.”

  “You will. My truck’s outside.”

  “Yeah, I figured.”

  Heller smirked. “Little smartass. Come on, I’ll give you a ride.”

  “I’ll drive myself to the theater and follow you there.”

  “You mean the one you’re not meeting me at?”

  Heath smiled a little. “Yeah.”

  * * * *

  At the theater they sat and watched the film with only each other for company. It was nice having the auditorium all to themselves. Heller chowed down on peanut M&Ms and popcorn with his buddy. It felt good to spend time with the guy one on one, even in a mere platonic way, or so it started out.

  Watching a movie together struck him as both enjoying the company of the enemy who still felt like his best friend and also having a date with his lover. Getting cozy and reminiscent was fine as long as he didn’t blow it and get attached to Heath.

  Heller deliberately spilled a few pieces of popcorn on the floor near Heath’s boots. “Well, shit, would you look at that?”

  Heath popped some candy into his mouth. “Well done, klutzy.”

  “Pick ’em up for me.”

  “You’re the one who spilled them.”

  “You’re closer.”

  The cowboy bent over to reach them and Heller quickly chucked another piece over him so it landed farther down the row. Heath glanced over his shoulder at him with a playful scowl.

  “Oops.”

  He got down on the floor to get it. Heller unfastened his jeans, checking out Heath’s delectable ass while he was crouched down like that.

  Perfect.

  When Heath’s head bobbed up while still kneeling, he froze when he saw Heller’s naked penis just hanging out in the open where it jutted up from his lap.

  “Heller,” Heath breathed a plea to him.

  “We’re alone, Heath. Nobody’s gonna see us.” His dick thickened painfully when he saw how torn Heath appeared and the indecisive way he licked his lips. He looked so handsome and vulnerable, it made his cock pulse.

  Heath placed his trembling hand on Heller’s leg, causing a hot tingle in his scrotum.

  “Why can’t I stop?” he whispered helplessly.

  Heller grabbed the back of his head and pushed Heath’s face down into his crotch. The guy lost it and started covering his balls with kisses, broken groans falling from his soft male lips when Heller held his head down and made him stay there.

  His firm hold on Heath tightened and he flinched when the cowboy started licking his ball sack, Heath’s shallow, desperate breaths bathing his private flesh in humid flames. He was phenomenal.

  Heller stifled a moan when the man nibbled his scrotal flesh. The guy made it hard to think with his face buried in his lap.

  When Heller let go, Heath pulled back abruptly, expression urgent. “Tell me if someone comes.”

  “Don’t think.” Heller pushed his head back down and fed him his cock. “Just suck my dick.”

  Heath’s feeble whimper of surrender hardened his nuts. While Heller figured the cowboy had never fellated a man before, Heath gave head as good as any woman he’d messed around with, and with practice the guy would get to be as good at cock-sucking as the past men Heller had been with. Something told him that after a few more times of this Heath would give the best blow jobs he’d ever had.

  Heller couldn’t wait to return the favor.

  He fucked the man’s face while Heath suckled him. Intense pleasure ripped at his insides and localized at his groin. It meant more to have Heath’s head down there. He wasn’t sure if that should be a red flag or not.

  Nothing wrong with enjoying a filthy tumble with the enemy, just don’t get your feelings involved. Remember what a prick he is.

  Heller liked his sass, though. He always had. He couldn’t help it. There was just something different about Heath, something that felt right, meaningful.

  Fucking memories.

  Somebody walked in, an employee. The guy froze like a pillar when he saw them engaged in their oral genital loving. Heller let Heath continue since he was doing such a nice job giving him head and the employee had caught them in the act already. No going back now.

  Heller just waved at the guy with a shameless
grin. The young man drew back as if surprised at Heller’s nonchalance before hurrying out of the auditorium. Well, they were in deep shit now. Ah well. Might be kind of fun to get arrested with Heath. Hell, the poor cowboy might just have to use his one phone call to have his reverend daddy come pick him up.

  An evil smile hitched Heller’s lips. Now wouldn’t that be just awful? Yes, sir, a real fucking tragedy.

  Sweet revenge and Heath’s spectacular mouth summoned a strong orgasm from him.

  Heller bore down on the guy’s head, gritting out a demand through his teeth. “Swallow everything.”

  Heath choked on a gasp and drank down the hot splashes of cum Heller spewed into his balmy mouth.

  Yeah, just like that.

  Heller took his damned sweet time about catching his breath and kept Heath pinned down with his mouth on Heller’s pulsating dick. When he was good and ready he let the submissive man up, handing him a napkin to wipe his wicked little mouth off with.

  “Dirty bastard,” Heath muttered while wiping off his lips. His expression changed with concern. “Was it okay?”

  The question sparked tenderness in Heller. He brushed his hand over Heath’s bare cheek, wearing a breathless grin. “It was fucking phenomenal.”

  Heath’s smile was beautiful. He could stare at the man all day and never grow tired of it.

  “You’ve got a hot, dirty mouth.”

  The guy looked coy as he averted his eyes and sat back down in his seat. He looked adorable when he was embarrassed.

  “Glad you liked it. That’s enough of that, though. We took a big risk doing that. Anybody could have just walked in and seen us.”

  “You’re right about that.”

  Heath gestured toward the huge screen with his upturned palm. “I don’t know what the hell’s going on.”

  “Don’t worry about it. We can’t stay anyway.”

  “Why not?”

  Heller took his precious time gulping cold water and making sure the candy shell was off his teeth.

  There we go, much better.

  In his own time he answered Heath’s question. “Ah, it’s no big deal. One of the employees just walked in on us while you were doing that.”