I strode to the front door, which was already wide-open for guests, and stepped inside. Music pounded loudly, shaking the walls of the clubhouse. There was laughter somewhere to the right, but most of the noise came from the barroom. I walked past a few people making out, and a burly big guy—Jester, my mind supplied—was fucking a pretty brunet whore he always favored against the wall. I checked my watch: 7:10 p.m. Early, even for Jester, but the Kings’ VP was going for gold while the pretty Courtesan held on for dear life.
Rolling my eyes, I stepped in farther and glanced around the room, searching for Luke. I found him over by the bar talking to Josh, the bartender, and Josh’s boyfriend, another King by the name of Rogue. Striding past other club members, no one gave me a second look—except Undertaker, who stared with a kind of focused curiosity that had me on edge. If King was suspicious, of course Undertaker was, too. It took one killer to know another.
I reached Luke and touched his shoulder, and he spun around on his barstool.
“Humbug!” He opened his arms and dragged me into a hug. I “oomphed” when I slammed against his chest. He kissed me hard, his mouth devouring mine like a starving man, and he was extra-strong tonight, so all I could do was relax into his arms and let him do what he wanted to me. When he’d had his fill, he waved his arm at Josh and Rogue. “These are my friends.”
“Friends who’ve already been feeding you drinks?” I raised my brows at Josh specifically, who winced with guilt.
“He was in pain. Sore head.” He tapped the back of his head as though I didn’t know where Luke’d had stitches.
“There’s such a thing as painkillers,” I grumbled.
“Beer and Advil aren’t good together, and he was going to drink no matter what.” Josh shrugged and frowned at me. “You are? We weren’t introduced the last time you were here.”
“I’m Quain.” I held my hand out to him, and he shook it.
“What do you drink, Quain? You can tell a lot by what a man drinks.” Josh leaned on the bar, his voice loud so I could hear him over the deafening music. Men and women were scattered across the room, either playing pool, drinking, or making out, and others like Jester were beginning to fuck. A couple of guys were sharing a girl on one of the couches. This wasn’t my kind of scene, and I grimaced because even hairstylist Quain would do that.
“I’ll have a pop.”
Josh tilted his head, and Rogue frowned. Luke grinned, though, curling his arm around my shoulders.
“He hates drinking. My innocent little hairstylist.” He popped a kiss on my cheek and laughed.
Josh raised his hands in defeat, as though he wasn’t even going to bother to argue about it. “Coke or Pepsi?”
“Coke.”
He nodded and left to get my drink as I stole a stool next to Luke. I glanced around. King sat in one of the couches to the left, cuddled up to his boyfriend and former ATF agent. They were smooching and laughing and were kind of fucking adorable. Not what I imagined when I thought of bikers in relationships. Undertaker and Lee were sitting on another couch beside them, with Lee lying on his back. His head was on Undertaker’s thigh, and Undertaker was idly brushing his fingers over his scalp.
“That’s what I want,” Luke whispered against my ear. I tilted my head toward him.
“Me brushing your hair? Should I braid it too?” I teased.
He shook his head. “Not to be lonely. You’re fucking hot, and I’m fucking hot—we’d work well together. We should have a family. Adopt more kids. KC’s cute, but let’s have a few younger ones.”
My brows rose toward my hairline. “Are you sure you didn’t mix painkillers with alcohol?”
He cringed and put his forefinger to his mouth. “Shh. Don’t tell Josh. He’d get real mad.”
I heaved a sigh and cupped his cheek. His face was freshly shaven and felt nice under my hand, even though I preferred scruff on him. “You shouldn’t have done that.”
“I know, but I wanted to be calm when you came.”
“Why are you still nervous?” I pressed my forehead against his. “We’ve fucked and we’ve given each other blow jobs. I’m not going to lecture you on your skills.” Smirking at him, I ran my thumb over his swollen cheek. I was going to kill anyone involved. No one touched the man I was protecting.
“Because you’re stunning,” he breathed out, shocking me. I parted my mouth in surprise. “Everyone else that’s had sex with me either gets paid to do it or they’re chasing a biker’s dick. You’re different. You’re worlds above me.”
“That’s bullshit.” I’m a criminal, just like you are. I didn’t say it, no matter how much I wanted to. “I’m a simple hairstylist.”
He shook his head and smiled. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first time I saw you. Your beauty is out of my league, yet you let me touch you.”
“You’re persistent,” I grumbled, then smiled. “And pretty damn handsome yourself. Your cock’s not half bad.”
Laughter bubbled from him and lines formed around his eyes. He kissed me slowly and I let him. He tasted my lips as though he was enjoying every second like it was his last, and it was the most romantic kiss I’ve ever had. I should have been scared, but my heart ached for more instead. I was in big trouble.
“I want to take you for a ride on my bike,” he mumbled against my mouth.
“Now?” I cocked my head.
“No. Later. I want to get away, just me and you. We can travel around the lake and into Canada. That’d be nice, right? Like a nice date? I’ve never had one of those before. Never had a guy I wanted to go on one with in a long time.” He placed his hand on my thigh. “But you make me hard every time I see you, and I can’t decide if I want to fuck you or treat you right.”
I chuckled. “You’re so high right now. Why can’t you fuck me and treat me right?”
“Not at the same time,” he grumbled with a half pout. “You like fucking rough.”
Eh, he had a point. I smiled. “Maybe you should go home, Luke.”
He shook his head. “No. I want to fuck you here. I’m used to being high, I can manage it.” He stood and grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking my head back. I gasped just as he slammed his mouth against mine, this kiss rougher than the one before. He was a man claiming ownership of me. My cock jerked. “You’re mine, Quain. Don’t forget that, all right? Let me fuck you here.”
“No.” I touched his wrist but didn’t pull away his hand. “I’m not sharing myself in front of everyone. I’m not one of your whores. If you want to fuck me, you’ll be a gentleman and take me to a room.”
He bared his teeth at me in a predatory grin. “I don’t have a room here.”
“Then get one.” I tightened my hold on his wrist. “Because I’m not a pushover. I’m not one of them.” I waved my hands at one of the Courtesans, who was currently bent over the pool table taking it up the ass. “If you dare treat me like one, I’ll cut off your balls and feed them to my dad’s pigs. Understood?”
His eyes twinkled and burned at the same time. “Yeah.” He peered around until his gaze caught King. Licking his lips, he nodded and dragged me to my feet. “Come with me.”
I let him lead me past his brothers. None of them paid us much attention, too fixated on either their drinks or someone they were fucking. We walked up a set of steps I knew led to the bedrooms. When the Kings weren’t home, I’d perused the clubhouse, noted who was in each room. As an assassin, even one protecting someone, I had to know the locations I’d be attending regularly. This was one of them. So I knew when he stopped at a certain wooden door that this room belonged to King.
He grabbed the knob and opened it, dragging me inside and slamming it shut behind him, clicking the lock. I turned, assessing the bedroom, which hadn’t changed since the last time I was here. Charcoal walls, a sitting area in the right corner, a large flatscreen TV, and a massive bed in the center with a leather headboard. He had it all. It was the most elegant room in the entire clubhouse, if you ignored King’s off
ice and the meeting room.
“Whose room is this?” I asked, acting naïve.
Luke stepped up behind me and laid his hands on my shoulders, digging his fingers into my muscles. I sighed and welcomed the massage. He worked miracles, and my sore body relaxed under his touch. I didn’t know if it was because it was him doing it or if my shoulders just needed that heavenly pressure.
“King’s.”
I spun on my heel, acting surprised with wide eyes. “Are you crazy, Luke? Won’t he kill us for being here?”
He chuckled and ran his hand over his head, wincing when he obviously caught the injury on the back. “Yeah, probably, but you said to get a room and you deserve the nicest. I locked the door. We’ve got time. He’s too busy with Houston downstairs.”
I nearly snorted but kept it in. King’s boy toy was really known as Dallas, but Luke liked to call him other names. I’d overheard enough conversations that it had me laughing every time. “Is that his name? Houston?”
He chuckled. “Nah, it’s Dallas, but I like pissing him off, and calling him every other Texas name I can think off does that. It annoys the fuck outta him and King.”
I laughed and shook my head. “You’re going to get yourself in a lot of trouble one day, Mr. Booth.”
He turned me and I went without a struggle, and he stared down at me in a way that had my insides heating. There was a clarity to his gaze, like maybe he wasn’t as high as he was letting on, which wouldn’t surprise me because I’d seen the kinds of things he’d inhaled and he didn’t get high easily. Weed was mild for him.
“You’re not drunk or high, are you?” I curled my fingers around his wrists and tugged him closer until his chest was pressed against mine, the warmth of his breath tickling my cheek.
“No.” He grinned. “But I wanted to see if you’d take advantage of me.”
I poked him on the chest, making him chuckle. “Excuse me, if anyone takes advantage, it’s you.”
He grabbed me around the waist and hoisted me up like I weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs around his middle, allowing him to carry me toward the bed. He was smaller than his brothers, but I knew from watching him that he was stronger than people thought. When he wasn’t smoking, drinking, fucking, or working, he was out in his uncle’s shed, where he’d stored an old weight machine, and was working out. The one thing I hated while staring down at him were the purple-black bruises that marred his handsome face. I really was going to kill everyone involved in hurting him.
He dropped me onto the bed and I bounced. I turned, ready to scamper across it, but he grabbed my ankle and yanked me back, causing my nails to scrape across the soft black blanket. I laughed when he turned me over onto my back and landed on top of me, his mouth attaching to mine in a hard kiss that had me moaning. Streaks of need shot through me, heading south toward my cock.
Luke grabbed my thigh, dragging my leg up and over his hip as he ground himself against me, his hard erection digging into my crotch. “You’re so fucking gorgeous. I want to eat you up.”
“Yeah?” I tilted my head and smiled. “Are you the big bad wolf?”
“You got that right, and you’re my Little Red Riding Hood.”
I held back the snort that threatened to surface. It made more sense if he was the huntsman and I was the wolf. His naivety to who I really was amused the hell out of me. Even Undertaker and King were suspicious, and they didn’t have a business beside mine. I did okay in acting class. I was no Leonardo DiCaprio, but Luke was still clueless.
“Come on, let’s get your clothes off, humbug.” He shuffled backward onto his knees and winked at me. He was an expert at undoing my jeans by now and I let him work. There was something graceful about the way he moved, even though he was a klutz when it came to killing. Sex was his strong suit, and I was more than happy to let him take control. He had all of our clothes off in no time, with his gun holster hanging off the corner of the bed, and I blinked at him, chuckling when he grabbed my thighs and nearly bent me in half. I went with him because I wanted nothing more than to get him inside me, whether it was his cock or his tongue. Right now, it happened to be the latter.
He grabbed my cheeks, spread them, and buried his face between my ass, tongue stroking across my hole. I trembled, sparks of pleasure shooting through me and making my cock jerk. Throwing my head back, I groaned.
“Fuck.”
“Good?” Luke’s smug tone made me chuckle, but with his tongue at my hole again, it turned into a moan.
I curled my fingers into the blanket beneath me, shivering at the cool air that brushed against my wet hole. My body was on fire, a flash of pleasure and need rushing me until the room felt stuffy and hot and all I wanted to do was get him inside me. I didn’t care that this was King’s room or that the other bikers were downstairs, I wanted him so much it hurt.
When he stuck his tongue past the tight ring of my hole, I whimpered, my grip tightening on the bed. “Luke. Please. Fuck. Just get inside me.”
Luke slid his hands across my cheeks, nails scraping over my skin teasingly. “Want me to fuck you?”
“Yes. Christ. Just do it.”
He chuckled, and I didn’t have the energy to be annoyed with his playfulness. “Hang on.”
Luke moved, and I groaned in disappointment, but it was short-lived when I saw him rifling through King’s bedside drawers. He made a triumphant noise and hopped back onto the bed, lube clutched in his fingers like a trophy.
I dropped my legs and turned onto my hands and knees. There was something sexy about him doing me from behind—animalistic—and I wanted him to be the wolf he’d said he was. Glancing at him over my shoulder, I pressed my chest to the bed and smirked. “Are you going to take a ride or not, Mr. Biker?”
Luke’s eyes darkened, and the wicked smile that curved at his lips had my cock dripping. He shifted behind me, slapping my left asscheek while taking a bite out of the opposite one. I sucked in a breath.
“I’m going to eat you up,” he whispered darkly, licking the teeth marks he’d left on my skin. The cold drizzle of the lube at my hole had me closing my eyes and spreading my legs, giving him more room to work. My cock jerked, slapping impatiently against my belly as he stuck a finger inside. He didn’t need to loosen me up much, thank God, because I wanted him as much as my dick did.
“Stop fucking around and fuck me,” I finally snapped when he dug his finger around inside me, searching for my sweet spot. He’d have a better chance with his cock.
Luke laughed and pulled out his finger, replacing it with what I wanted in the first place—his thick piece of hard flesh that would spear me open and have me moaning. He pushed inside, his cock spreading me apart in a play of agony and pleasure, and I whimpered, relaxing to let him drive his way in.
He gripped my hips, fingernails leaving crescent-shaped indents in my skin. “Fuck. You’re always so tight.”
I reached behind and touched his right hand where he’d gripped my waist, moaning. “So big. Just fuck me with it already.”
That was all it took to have him moving like the big bad wolf he claimed to be, and I wasn’t disappointed. He shoved inside me, spreading me every time his wide cock slammed into my hole. Between the bruising hold on my hips and his fucking, I knew I’d be in a pleasant reverie tomorrow morning. I could already feel the euphoric buzz and he hadn’t even really begun yet.
He grabbed my throat, yanking me back against his chest, and tightened his fingers around my windpipe. I gasped, the air barely sneaking through his hold on my neck, and my cock throbbed, precum pearls dribbling at my slit. One night and he already knew what I liked, making him a dangerous man in more ways than he knew. If he fucked me like this every time, I’d do anything for him. Be his own personal assassin if he wanted me to be.
“Tell me who you belong to,” he whispered into my ear, nibbling at the lobe with his teeth until I was all but a boneless heap beneath him.
I shivered but didn’t answer, and his grip on my throat tightened,
his cock slamming into me hard and fast.
“Tell me, Quain.” His voice was low and lethal, and it was all I could do not to come then and there.
When he forced my head back so I was looking at him, I smiled. “You. I’m yours. Fuck me.”
He gave me a wolfish grin and all bets were off. Pounding into me hard, his balls slapped against my skin, the sound filling the large room, echoing off the walls. It was all too much—from the noises to the smell of sweat and precum and Luke’s natural masculine scent. Pressure built up inside me, my orgasm teetering on the edge until one final thrust hit my prostate perfectly—I was done.
I stiffened, gasping around the hold on my windpipe, and reached beneath myself, grabbing hold of my cock. I jerked in time with his movements, and it was all over with a hot burst of need swallowing me until I was nothing but orgasmic bliss.
My cock throbbed and shuddered, my balls tightening against my body as cum shot from my slit and across the blanket beneath me. Luke groaned into my ear, nibbling and tugging on my lobe before he stiffened against me, pausing his thrusting with his dick deep inside. He whimpered out a curse or two, and then warmth filled my hole, telling me he’d come, too.
My limbs were as languid as Jell-O, and Luke collapsed at my side, dragging me with him, his softening cock still in my ass. I sighed, eyes growing heavy as the world glittered in front of me. Orgasms were the next best thing besides killing, and I was floating on a thousand clouds.
“Wow,” Luke murmured into my ear, nipping at the lobe again. His body offered my back warmth, and the pleasant stretch of my hole sent thrills through me even though I’d just come. I could spend all night like this. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”
I laughed gently. “Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself.”
He snorted. “You know—”
Pounding on the door interrupted what he was about to say, and he cursed, yanking his cock free of my hole. I gasped at the brush against the outer ring of my ass as another slam echoed.
“Who the fuck is in there? I hope you don’t value your life, you motherfuckers. I’m going to kill you.” King’s voice held a fury I hadn’t heard before.
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