His sculpted body and inked skin was so captivating. I never imagined myself in a situation like this. I never thought I deserved this type of happiness. Could a drug addict truly be happy? Could a bad guy really have a good heart?
Draven's eyes fluttered open and he smiled at me. “I could get used to waking up to such a beautiful face every morning.”
I couldn't help but blush and snuggle in the crook of his arm. Every muscles in my body was sore beyond belief. Is this what orgasming does to you? If we did it again, I wouldn't be able to get out of bed for days.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked.
“I'm so sore I can barely move.”
“Don't worry, your body will get used to it. And it better because I'm going to need to fuck you at least a few times a day.”
A few times a day! How many was a few? Three? Four? Holy fuck, four times a day. I'd need to start exercising more just to keep up with him. I placed my head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat pound like a drum. My fingers traced the intricate tattoo of a cobra snake on his left arm, its fangs bear, hood open, ready to strike. “What does this represent?” I asked.
Draven looked down at his bicep. “That was my first tattoo. Ian made me get it when we finished boarding school. Hurt like a son of a bitch. Ian told me I needed to be like the king of snakes, ready to unleash my fury at any moment.”
This man was taught from a young age to use his rage as fuel. Did he ever learn to love? My feelings for him were moving so fast that I didn't know what to think. I needed to slow down, process all these emotions.
Draven got halfway out of bed and yawned, outstretching his large arms over his head. “I don't want to kill the mood but there are still a few bodies out there.”
I had totally forgotten about the corpses. My night with Draven was so amazing that the nightmare was wiped clean. “What do we have to do?” I asked.
“We can bury the four of them out in the backyard.”
I watched as Draven put on a white wife-beater. “Shouldn't we wait until night? Somebody might see us.”
“Not likely. This cabin is in the middle of nowhere.”
“What if more of Murphys' henchmen come looking for them?”
“They won't. I'm the only one left that knows about this place. Nobody will ever know to look for them here. We'll be safe. Trust me.” He put on his black boxer briefs that looked way too good on him.
I sat up and let the sheets slip and uncover my crotch. “Let's get to work then.”
Draven stared at my cock, not even hearing what I said. I could see his length grow hard in his underwear. “We need to take care of this first,” he said, tearing off his boxers, and stroking his shaft.
A few times a day kept running through my mind. It was only the morning and we were about to have the most insane sex. Was I really lucky enough to get more of him today?
–
After taking a shower to wash all of Draven's cum off my back, we were finally ready to clean this place of the crimes we committed. Even if the cops somehow found us, we had a pretty convincing argument for self-defense. But why take the chance? We could bury the bodies and never have to worry about it again. As long as nobody found this place. Which Draven assured me wouldn't happen.
I trusted him.
I came into the living room to find Ian and Russel wrapped in plastic sheeting. Their lifeless eyes stared at me. Blood stained the wood floors where they were killed. As I approached, the smell was already unbearable. Plugging my nose did nothing and I had to bend over to gag.
“Don't worry, you'll get used to it. Just breathe through your mouth,” Draven said, putting a hand on my shoulder.
I did as I was told and inhaled through my mouth. The stench of rotting flesh began to subside. “I think I'm okay.”
“This your first body?”
“Why? Just because I was a virgin means that every experience I have has to be my first?”
Draven put his hands up in defense. “Of course not. It's just that most people have never been around one before.”
“Well this is my first body.” I tried to keep a straight face for as long as possible but cracked a smile first. We both doubled over laughing. If someone had walked in on us and seen us laughing over corpses, they'd think us insane. And maybe we were.
“Help me carry these to the backyard.” Draven picked up Ian by the shoulders and I grabbed the legs. The body was extremely heavy. Heavier than I would have ever expected. Draven did most of the work dragging the body. Now I understood the need for plastic sheeting. Without it, we would've had a blood trail leading all the way from the living room to the backyard.
After some back-breaking work, all four bodies were lined up next to each other outside. “We're not digging with our hands are we?” I asked, wiping the sweat from my brow.
Draven picked up a shovel. “I'll dig. I need you back inside cleaning the blood off the floors. There's some cleaning supplies underneath the kitchen sink.” The thought of all that blood made me a little woozy but it beat digging in the heat next to the worst smell I'd ever experienced.
“What chemicals will get blood out?”
“Doesn't matter. We just need the place to look clean.”
I understood. We didn't want to give anyone a reason to look in the first place. I went inside and to the kitchen. There wasn't much in the way of cleaning supplies. Just some surface cleaner and some dirty rags.
I worked on the two blood stains while watching Draven dig outside with his shirt off. Sweat dripped off his inked chest. I wanted to feel his warm naked skin against mine. I couldn't even go an hour after sex without desiring him again. Maybe a few times a day wouldn't be enough?
I finished cleaning and went out to check on Draven's progress. The hole in the dirt wasn't very big but he had twisted and crammed the four bodies into it. Once it was covered, there was only one thing left to do.
We stood at the edge of the lake and watched as the Murphy's white SUV sank into the water front first. I held Draven's hand and closed my eyes, feeling the sun on my face.
It was all over.
Draven turned to me and held my hand. “I love you, Bryce.”
My heartbeat spiked. Was this really happening right now?The crazy thing was that I loved him too. “I love you too, Draven.”
Draven smiled and kissed me. I melted right away in his arms. Things were moving so quickly but I couldn't help the way I felt. This man was the one for me and there was nothing I could do to change that.
“What do we do now?” I asked.
“Go back to my place?” Draven suggested, slipping a hand down the back of my jeans.
“I don't know if I can wait that long,” I replied, leaning over and unzipping his jeans.
“Baby, you're the best,” he moaned as I put his entire length into my mouth.
Chapter Ten
Draven
One Month Later
When I killed the Murphy brothers, I didn't realize that I'd be out of a job. I never held a real job my entire life. Being an enforcer was all I knew. Bryce wanted me to take over the Murphy family since their was nobody to take charge anymore. The thought had crossed my mind but ruling an empire was never an ambition of mine. I didn't have the brains for it. The only thing I was good at was beating the living shit out of people.
Bryce decided to go back to school to finish his degree. He had overcome so much and now was the time for him to regain his old life. He still got cravings for heroin but I was always there to keep him focused on what mattered. Bryce started going to an addicts anonymous that seemed to being helping too.
I wanted him to feel normal again but I couldn't tell if I was holding him back. I was apart of this dark life that he was trying to get past. He still hadn't contacted his parents. They still believed he was missing or dead. I tried to talk him into calling them but he told me he didn't know what to say to them.
It was almost noon when I decided to drag myself out of b
ed. Bryce had woken me up at the crack of dawn to ride my morning wood until I came inside him. I didn't even have to move. He did all the work until I found my release. I didn't even bother getting up to clean myself up. Bryce kissed me on the lips softly and let me fall back to sleep. A guy could get used to being woken up like that every morning.
I went into the bathroom and took a shower to wake myself up. Bryce had a toothbrush and comb on the counter. I never thought I'd be in this type of situation. Normally guys were gone the next morning and never left their stuff. I realized we were going to have to get a bigger place.
We needed to really start our life together.
Bryce
I unlocked the door to our apartment and found Draven sitting on our couch with his head in his hands. He immediately got up and came to me.
“I have something to ask you,” Draven said, embracing me. His musky scent almost lifted me off my feet. I wanted to stay safe in his arms forever. Draven pushed me to arms length and looked me in the eyes.
Draven got down on one knee and produced a small jewelry box. It popped open and sitting on a bed of clouds was a silver engagement ring. “Bryce, you're the one. There's nobody else I'd rather spend my life with. I love you.”
I couldn't turn off the waterworks if I tried. I was so shocked and happy at the same time that I couldn't form a reply to Draven. He just sat there on his knee, holding the ring up.
“Any answer would be great right about now.” Draven looked worried.
I nodded up and down, shedding tears everywhere. “Of course the answer is yes.”
Draven put the ring on my finger and I couldn't help but admire how beautiful it looked on me. Draven finally got off his knee and hugged me hard.
“Promise me you'll love me forever,” I whispered in his ear.
“I promise with all my heart,” he replied softly.
The End
Broken
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All I did was save his life once. I wasn't supposed to ever see him again.
But Ares wanted more. He thought he owned me already and he wouldn't let up.
I don't think he would take no for an answer.
Chapter One
Ares
My fingers danced around the rim of the shot glass. I lifted it up to eye level and swirled the clear brown liquid around. The shot of Jameson burned as it ran down my throat, warming my insides. I slammed the glass down on the bar and waved the bartender over.
Hunter and I had known each other since we were boys. I remembered us playing cops and robbers in the trailer park, the old people yelling at us to keep it down. Those were carefree days. Now Hunter owned the Stinky Goat and I joined the Devil's Hellions MC. It's weird how things turned out.
“Want another, Ares?” Hunter grunted, wiping the bar with a white towel. His long brown beard almost touched the floor.
I nodded and watched as he poured me another shot of whiskey. I nursed this one slowly, taking a few sips at a time. My head was already fuzzy and the room was spinning. Soon enough I'd be in the restroom puking my guts out into the nasty toilet. Maybe Joe's number was still scrawled up on the bathroom stall. I wouldn't mind taking that sweet ass of his again.
“Anymore and you won't be able to drive home,” Hunter said.
I grinned stupidly. Hunter knew me too well. “I think we passed that point a long time ago.” Hunter smiled and left the bottle of whiskey next to me. filled my glass again and took another drag. The alcohol churned in my stomach.
“Who looks good tonight?” a voice to the side said to me
I looked over to find Dagger sitting next to me at the bar. I wasn't sure if he'd been sitting there the entire time or not. He wore the same leather cut as me with a big Devil's Hellions spider on the back. He ran his hand through his shoulder-length blond hair and scratched the stubble hugging his chin. Dagger was the Vice President of the motorcycle club and he was the one that pushed me to become a prospect. Now I was a full-fledged member and there was no turning back.
I looked around the room at all the men and women. It was friday night and the bar was almost half-full. The Stinky Goat had become a become a popular hangout over the years for outlaws and degenerates. Hunter wasn't entirely pleased by the type of customers but he loved the cash it brought in.
I scanned through the crowd and recognized most of the men—that meant I'd slept with each and every one at least once or twice. I glanced back at Dagger. “Looks a little boring tonight.”
“How about that one?” Dagger pointed over my shoulder. My eyes followed his finger and landed on a guy with tattoo sleeves and one earring.
“Been there already—twice.” I took another sip of whiskey and let the alcohol relax me.
“And that one?”
“He likes to call me weird shit in bed.”
Dagger chuckled and seemed impressed. “Gotta love a guy that has serious issues.”
I could get any guy I wanted. It just came naturally to me. I had the uncanny ability to get boxers to drop to the floor. I'd been neck deep in ass ever since.
Dagger put his hand on my shoulder. “Okay hot shit, how about that looker over there?”
I gazed over and locked eyes with a red head I'd never seen before. He held a pool cue in his hands and bent over to take a shot. The view was glorious. I would definitely remember if I fucked him before.
“Now Dagger, that is one man I've never had.”
Dagger slapped me on the back. “Go get em' champ.”
I lifted my butt off the bar stool and had to hold onto Dagger to steady myself. My stomach was turning over and over again and it took all the willpower in the world to keep myself from throwing up. I took a deep breath and waited for the nausea to pass. I swaggered over behind the guy and slipped my hands around his waist.
I used my best line. “How about you come home with me and I'll show you a good time.”
He turned around and flushed, his hard chest heaving up and down. My pants tightened as my erection stiffened. This guy was smoking hot. He'd be moaning my name soon enough. Tonight was going to be fun.
A hand came down on my shoulder from behind. “You talking to my guy, motherfucker.”
Me? A motherfucker? Nobody talked to me that way.
My hands left the man's waist and I clenched my right fist. I spun around, swinging my elbow in the air until it connected with his face—except he stopped me. The guy was at least a foot taller than me, giant muscles breaking out of his tight shirt. I'd taken on bigger guys. The whiskey must have made me slow, because next thing I knew I was on the ground and his fists were pummeling my head. I tried to block as many of the blows as I could. Good thing about alcohol is that the more you drink, the less pain you felt.
I gathered myself and threw the attacker off me, slamming him into a table. Glasses of beer fell to the ground and shattered. Hunter was yelling at me to stop but he knew it was hopeless. A crowd had formed around, cheering us on. Everyone loved a good bar fight. The MC had taken notice and they were taking bets. I better get a cut of the money after I smashed this little guy into the ground.
I stood up and wiped blood from my lips. This guy was going to pay. The man we were fighting over looked right at me and gave me those dark brown eyes of his. A new fuel powered me. Taking him home and flooding him with my cum was the only thing keeping me going.
I swung right and left, hitting him over and over again in the jaw. My knuckles became bloodied and broken. I wouldn't be able to take much more without permanently damaging my hands. I needed them for riding.
Dagger threw me a beer bottle and I smashed it over the boyfriend's head, sending broken shards of glass flying. The man doubled over and
fell to his knees. I used the opportunity to spit blood onto his head before ramming my knee into his face, knocking him on his back. I raised my hands over my head like a boxer winning the title.
I didn't even notice him grab a piece of the broken bottle.
Sharp, scolding pain hit my side and I screamed. I looked behind to find the boyfriend stabbing me again in the back. Another spike of pain and blood leaked out of me everywhere. My rage was uncontrollable. I swung around and broke the man's nose. The crunch was clearly heard throughout the bar. My vision was getting blurry and I was able to get one more punch in, dislocating his jaw. I fell to the ground, my own blood staining my white wife-beater. I'd won.
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