King's Barber

by M. D. Gregory

  “Fuck, you’re always so tight,” he growled out, thrusting up into me until he was balls deep.

  I gasped, my already very hard cock twitching toward my stomach. Clutching the knife tighter in my hand, I pressed it to his neck again, and he stilled, grinning. A blush of excitement stole across his cheeks, an unusual sight that made him even more irresistible.

  “You gonna use that on me?” He taunted, lowering his hips so some of his length slid out of me, before shoving back inside. I bounced with the movement and moaned. His cock was so wide, and he speared me open, nailing my prostate.

  “Fuck,” I hissed out, digging the blade deeper into his throat—not enough to draw blood but close.

  “Hold that blade still,” he said and it wasn’t hard to figure out what he was about to do.

  I reached up for the headboard, curling my fingers around the edge to get some stability, and kept the knife at his neck as he started thrusting. I held on as tightly as I could, and it helped with his hands on my hips, but his cock destroyed my hole in the exact way I liked it. He didn’t hold back, and between the sounds of his groans and his balls slapping against my skin, I was on fire. Bombs went off inside me and my dick couldn’t get any harder than it was already. He’d had me on the verge of coming before we really started, but I was so close now that I was scared I’d explode before I got the chance to fuck him, too.

  “Stop.” I dropped myself on him until he pushed the entire way in and pressed my hand to his chest. He froze, eyes wide.

  “Fuck, what’s wrong?”

  “I’m going to come if we keep going.” I took the knife away from his neck, pausing at the small cut and well of blood at his skin, no bigger than he might’ve gotten from shaving. “I want to fuck you, too.”

  He grinned and all but threw me off onto the bed, and I bounced.

  Laughing, I grabbed his arm and pulled him upright. “Get on your hands and knees. I want to fuck you like that.”

  Luke didn’t need telling twice. He turned on all fours and presented me with his nice ass. I slapped his left cheek, earning a hiss in response. Glancing over his shoulder, he grinned mischievously. “Ride me like I’m a Ducati.”

  I rolled my eyes at his raucous laughter and smacked his meaty flesh again, this time harder. His laugh turned into a moan as I positioned myself behind him. I grabbed the lube again, squeezing a little more onto my dick and spreading it out. Once I had enough, I threw the lube back onto the mattress and grasped the base of my erection, lining it up with his hole. I pushed in slowly, and he let out a half-pained groan as I spread him. I didn’t want to hurt him because as tough as he acted with concussions and bruised faces, the last thing I wanted was for him to hurt—unless it was the kind he got off on.

  I pushed in until I was balls deep, and his tightness swallowed me up, making my body warm and my cock so hard I thought I’d explode right then. Pressing my chest to his back, I placed the blade at his neck again. I whispered into his ear, “Tell me you love me inside you, Mr. Booth.”

  He smirked over his shoulder, and I kissed him—hard. I devoured him in every possible way. I wanted to own him like he owned me. Digging the knife a little deeper into his throat, I twisted my lips into a dangerous smile.

  “I can’t hear you.”

  He shoved his ass back against me, and we both groaned. “I fucking love you inside me, killer. Now fuck me like you can’t decide if you want to murder me or eat me.”

  I laughed and started thrusting. My movements were slow at first, caught between sliding the flat of the blade up his neck and across his cheek, before I picked up my pace. His hole tightened around me, and he reached beneath himself. He fucked back on me like a man possessed—not quite able to give up his dominance even though it was me inside him. I liked that about him. He was a messy fucker, but he did things his own way.

  Luke “Barber” Booth style.

  My balls ached as my orgasm stirred inside me, and Luke was in the same position. His grunting grew louder and his arm moved, obviously jerking off hard and fast, matching every thrust.

  “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

  I pressed the blade tighter to his throat and shoved into him deeply. He yelled and tightened around me, his groans telling me he was coming. He arched his back and his entire body shook through his orgasm.

  I wasn’t far behind him. Another thrust and my world shifted, cum shooting from the slit of my dick and into the tight channel of Luke’s ass. I shuddered through my release, dropping the knife on the bed away from Luke’s neck so I didn’t hurt him. Falling onto his back, I let out a sigh and slowly pulled out of his ass. We both gasped as I fell onto the mattress beside him. He mumbled something I couldn’t hear and then he moved, pressing up against my side. He touched his throat and looked at the small amount of blood on his fingers.

  “That’s fucking hot.”

  I laughed and kissed him, pushing my tongue inside his mouth. Who needed to kill when you could have sex like this?

  After we shared a shower, I walked downstairs with Luke in tow. KC was already awake and in the living room, an empty bowl beside him. His fingers moved around his Xbox controller buttons, guiding his Viking character across snowy scenery on the TV. I glared at him when I walked beside the U-shaped couch and crossed my arms.

  “KC, what is this?” I waved my hand at the bowl, and he gave me a quick apologetic smile before his focus returned to the screen.

  “Sorry, Pa, but you weren’t up yet and I had to get my own breakfast.” He gave me another look, this time one that said he blamed me for not having food ready for him when he woke up. “It was going to be put it in the sink after I finished playing this.”

  Luke strode straight past me and fell onto the couch next to him. “What’re you playing? I haven’t played an Xbox in years.”

  “Assassin’s Creed Valhalla.” KC sent him a grin. “It’s pretty awesome. You can even get it on with people and do relationships and shit. It’s part of the plotline. You can sleep with your adoptive-brother’s wife.”

  Luke leaned back on the couch and laid his arm along the top. “Seriously?”

  “Yeah, but I’m in a relationship with this baker guy. There’s some serious size difference, man. Tarben, that’s the baker, is this ex-fighting giant of a guy. He’s pretty hot, for a video game character—”

  I shook my head and grabbed the empty bowl, taking it to the kitchen. Listening to Luke and KC from where I stood at the sink, my belly warmed. Luke had slipped so easily into my life, in a way I hadn’t expected, and KC liked him a lot. That’s all I ever wanted in a man. Someone whose company we both enjoyed. I’d just never expected it to be Luke Booth.

  Laughter from the living room made me smile.

  Epilogue

  Barber

  Three Months Later

  King gave me the evil eye from where he sat on my right. “Fucking do it, Barber.”

  I grinned wickedly, staring him down. “Why? Whatcha got, King?”

  He glowered, and I thought he would’ve yanked out his gun and shot me if Dallas hadn’t put it in the safe as soon as we arrived. “If you took your turn, you’d know.”

  I snorted. Since Hunter had left, King’d been exceptionally more family oriented, but that didn’t help his moods. But that also had to do with him trying to cut back on the alcohol. “Language, please, my son is here.”

  KC laughed and shook his head, holding up his hands in a way that didn’t show his cards. “Hey, don’t bring me into this. I swear all the time.”

  Dallas sighed and rubbed his temple. The firelight flickered across his face, giving him an orange glow. Stars twinkled in the winter sky mostly covered by clouds that threatened to snow on top of us. It was crazy to sit out here in the cold, but King never did things in half measures.

  Hound had the barbeque going, flipping sausages and steak while our club brothers were scattered across the lawn of King’s lakeside cabin he called home. Scar was across from me frowning at the cards
in his hands, with Charley offering emotional support behind him.

  “Just fucking go!” King shouted, earning looks from some of the other guys. Bishop snickered, rubbing his nose to hide his amusement.

  I tutted the same way Quain did when he was especially annoyed at a mess. “Patience, pres. That’s the aim of this game.”

  Dallas coughed out a laugh and glanced warily at King, like he was waiting for him to explode.

  “Barber….” King’s voice went low, and KC shuffled away from me. “It’s fucking Uno. If you’re gonna slap me with a draw four, fucking do it.”

  I shook my head. “You get so angry, pres. It’s just a game.”

  Dallas heaved a sigh. “Barber, just put down your card.”

  I laughed and picked my draw four out of the two cards I had clutched in my hands, slapping it on the stump that sat in the middle of our chairs. “Uno.”

  King growled, baring his teeth in my direction, and I held my breath as I waited for him to tackle me to the ground. Instead he grumbled under his breath about cleaning duty and grabbed four cards from the pile on the wood. He called me all the names under the sun, and I pressed my lips together tightly to stop myself from laughing.

  “I didn’t realize you took this game so seriously.” I shook my head. “Is this how you played with Hunter?”

  Dallas nodded behind King’s back and then made a waving motion across his throat, telling me to cut it out, but I was just getting started.

  “What color?” King snapped.

  “Blue,” I answered, peeking at the other draw four in my hand. It was a lucky hand, and King was really going to kill me when I put the last card down.

  “I bet he doesn’t have blue,” a familiar voice said behind me.

  I spun on my seat, heart soaring at the sound of Quain. I jumped to my feet, dumped my last card on the piece of wood, and stalked in his direction, laughing as he quickly strode across the yard to meet me. Grabbing him around the waist, I heaved him up, and he curled his legs around my hips, our mouths slamming against each other’s in a fiery kiss that had my cock perking up, ready for action.

  For three months I’d used my hand. For three long, long months I’d slept in a cold bed without his body to keep me warm. I didn’t give a damn that I was giving my brothers a show, I needed his lips on mine.

  “Fuck,” I groaned into his mouth. “I didn’t know you were coming home.”

  “Surprise?” He laughed, pressing his forehead against mine. He felt lighter in my arms and his waist was narrower.

  Slowly putting him on his feet again, I stepped back and gave him a once-over. “You’re skinnier.”

  “That’s not unusual,” KC called from where he sat. “He always loses weight when he’s away. He forgets to eat.”

  Quain pursed his lips in KC’s direction. “I work a lot. I don’t get time to eat, and it’s expected I’d lose weight. I’ve gone from protecting someone for way longer than I’m used to being on an assignment, to… do other stuff.” He stared at my other brothers carefully. Except the board members, the rest only knew he was a contract killer.

  I shook my head. “That’s not good enough. Come have something to eat. We got ribs and shit.” I tugged his hand, forcing him over toward the barbeque and Hound, who used the tongs to salute him.

  “I hope you don’t have shit.” He winked at me, and I snorted.

  “You’ve been around me too long, killer. Your humor’s getting worse.”

  He rolled his eyes and thanked Hound with a nod of his head when the tall, bulky guy passed him a plate of ribs. We walked back toward my spot together, and I took a seat, dragging him onto my lap. The Uno game was over; everyone had thrown their cards in.

  Quain leaned over to press a kiss to KC’s cheek, making him cringe away. I didn’t miss how he stared in the direction of Oli and his mom nearby, who were enjoying a conversation with one of the other part-time brothers. Oli was looking right back at KC, though, smiling tenderly.

  “Pa,” he whined, gaze shooting around to look at the others. “Don’t kiss me here.”

  “Uh-oh, he’s growing up. He won’t accept his dad’s kisses anymore,” Quain joked, and we all laughed.

  “How long are you home for?” I asked, smoothing my hands down his back. His weight was comfortable in my lap and I liked having him in my arms. This was the first assignment he’d been on since we’d gotten together and I’d learned the truth, and it’d been too long. I was not the fretting type, but I missed this cute bastard. He was all I thought about whenever I got the chance, and my hand would be happy for a break.

  “Depends. I thought I might take a small vacation. Not long. Six months maybe, help Jorge run the salon for a little while. The sales are down, and I’m not happy with the profits I’m seeing, so he needs some help.” He leaned back against me and nudged his nose against my cheek. “I miss you, as well.”

  “Yeah?” I grabbed his chin and held it tightly in my hands as I kissed him again, ignoring the mocking awws coming from some of my brothers. “Missed you, too. Want to go somewhere?” I waggled my brows at him.

  His eyes lit up and he passed the untouched plate of meat to KC, who took it with wide eyes. Quain stood and turned to grab my wrist, dragging me to my feet. “Come on, let’s go find a room.”

  KC scrunched up his nose in our direction. “Ew.”

  King pointed at us. “Hey, no funny business in my house. I’ll kick both your asses. Someone already had fun in my room at the clubhouse a few months back and….” He broke off, staring at me carefully. Standing, his jaw tightened. “Why are you grinning like that, Barber?”

  I hadn’t even realized I was. Wiping the smile off my face, I tugged Quain toward me, taking a step back as realization passed over King’s face.

  “Was it you?” he roared.

  “Fuck, let’s move, killer.” I yanked at a laughing Quain, dragging him behind me as I ran toward the front of the end of the line of cars that went down the road past the driveway where I was sure Quain’s car was waiting. King was right behind us, calling me all the names under the sun.

  “I’m gonna cut off your balls, Barber. Who the hell cares about the punishment? I’d clean the shitter for a year to castrate you.”

  Dallas was following King, trying to keep him calm and pull him back, giving us the chance to make our escape. Quain took the driver’s seat of his new BMW, laughing when I reached across him to lock the doors with the central locking.

  King pounded on my window with his fist. “Barber, come out of there, you fucker. Was it you and Beaumont?”

  Quain tapped on his phone. “I’m just messaging KC to meet us at home later. He brought the truck, right?”

  “Yeah. Shit. Let’s go. King will kill me.” I leaned back in my seat, shaking my head at King. “It wasn’t us, I swear.”

  “You fucking liar. I swear to God, I’m going to put my foot up your ass.”

  Dallas waved his hand, gesturing us to go. “I’ll cool him down. Give him a drink. Go.”

  Quain shook his head and hit the ignition, the new BMW roaring to life. He took off, leaving King and Dallas behind as he took the narrow road away from the cabin. I reached over and grabbed his hand in mine, entwining our fingers.

  “I missed you while you were gone,” I murmured seductively, leaning closer. “I don’t think I’m going to make it home. How about you pull over and we can suck each other’s cocks.”

  Quain glanced at me from the corner of his eye and smiled. “Yeah?” He turned the steering wheel, guiding the car to the side of the road and turning off the ignition. Snow had started to dance in the air outside, falling from the sky in an elegant frolic with the wind. I hated winter because it meant I’d be riding my bike less, but at least I had Quain home to snuggle with.

  I winked as I unzipped my pants, pulling out my half-hard cock and waving it. “I could use your mouth.”

  He rolled his eyes. “Such a romantic, Luke.” He cupped my cheek, kissing me, and I gro
aned against his mouth. “I love you.”

  The words made me jolt backward. “What?”

  He smiled unapologetically. “I said I love you. I missed you while I was away. You and KC, but especially you. It’s new having you to miss, and I like it.”

  Warmth spread through me and I let go of my cock to cup his face. Slamming my mouth against his, I shoved my tongue between his lips, devouring him in every little way I could. And when I was done with him, he was panting. “I love you too, killer.” His smile stole my breath, and I didn’t know if I wanted to keep making out with him or fuck him right here in the car. Maybe both. “So, how about that blow job?”

  Quain’s laughter filled the small cab. “Like I said, a romantic. You’re lucky I love sucking your cock.” He unclicked the seatbelt and shifted to get into a more comfortable spot. Excitement speared through my gut, making my cock twitch to life.

  It was a strange sensation—to be in a relationship with someone, especially someone who’d been hired by my father to protect me. But I liked it. The whole thing felt right and it didn’t hurt that Quain was hot. He also loved me apparently, and I felt the same way. How long had I wanted him? Who knew. Maybe since he first moved into the store next door. It didn’t matter, though, because I was happy and perfectly content in every fucking way.

  Quain Beaumont, assassin for the Society, was mine.

  I threw my head back when his lips touched the head of my cock. “Yeah, baby. Right there.”

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