“Didn't think I'd see you around here anymore. What can I get you?”
“A quick shot of whiskey and Phoenix if he's around.”
Tater poured a shot and yelled across the room. Tank had his head buried in the tits of some Asian whore. “Hey Tank, you've seen the Prez around?”
Tank came up for just enough air to reply. “In the meeting room.” His tongue flicked out and the slut on his lap giggled.
I grabbed the shot and let it slowly drain down the back of my throat. I hadn't seen Phoenix for more than a month and I had no idea how I'd react. I had to subdue the urge to jump his cock. We weren't like that anymore.
I said my goodbyes to Tater and opened the door to the meeting room. The wood table had a nice carving of a devil and new framed photos had been nailed to the walls of fallen members. Phoenix sat at the head of the table, his face covered in shadows. He looked like a mob boss right out of the Godfather films.
Phoenix stood up, his palms face down on the table. “I didn't think I'd see you back here, Patrick. My mind hasn't changed.”
His voice was just as deep and sexy as I remembered. My legs shivered as I murmured, “I know...I know. I didn't come back here for you.”
Phoenix swaggered around the table and came into the light. His chiseled chin looked good enough to eat and his dark eyes stared back at me. The tension between us was palpable. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him. But it wasn't meant to be.
“Now that I'm back to my normal life, I realized I don't want it anymore. I dreamed of it day and night while I was locked away down in your basement but so many things have changed. I want to be apart of something. Become somebody important. The Devil's Hellions MC can give me that.”
Phoenix put up his hand to get me to stop. “I don't know if this life is for you, Patrick. I don't want to see you hurt. I couldn't bear it.”
Phoenix still cared for me and that was nice but I wouldn't let anyone try to shield me anymore. I got enough of that from Byron. I was my own man now. “I've been here during the worst times of this motorcycle club. And I want to be here to rebuild.”
I turned around and lifted the back of my blue shirt. The tattoo was still fresh and stung with a phoenix. Phoenix's fingers grazed my inked skin and I flinched.
“Property of Devil's Hellions MC,” Phoenix said, reading aloud my tattoo.
I faced Phoenix again to see him smiling. “I'm serious about this.”
Phoenix hugged me and whispered in my ear. “I see that now. Go behind the bar and help Tater out.” His musky scent was overwhelming and I wanted to kiss him so badly. But I had to resist. Someday maybe we could be together. But for Phoenix, the MC would always be a priority.
Epilogue
Phoenix
Present Day
Patrick stuck around throughout the years, even during the hard times. It was difficult to have him around—a constant reminder of the life I could've had if I only made a different choice. I was always searching for something that was right in front of me.
It wasn't too late for Dagger and maybe it wasn't too late for an old man like me.
I found myself on the doorstep of Patrick's apartment, too afraid to knock. Fearful of what lay beyond the door. The complex he lived in was rundown and grimy. Graffiti stained the walls and drug dealers stood on each corner.
In all the years I knew Patrick, I had never visited his home. Now I knew why he never wanted me over. I could've changed all this. I could've provided him with everything he needed.
Instead, I kept him at arm's length, never giving him the love he deserved. And Patrick deserved it all.
I slammed my fist on the door as my knees almost caved in. My heart pounded in my throat and a wave of nausea came over me. A moment later and nothing. What if he wasn't home?
I could leave and act like it never happened. But I saw his car parked outside. He could be in trouble. I needed to help him.
The door creaked opened before my knighthood kicked in. Patrick stood there with big eyes. “Phoenix...what are you doing here?”
“I'm no longer the President of the Devil's Hellions MC.”
Patrick looked confused, his head cocked to the side. “Oh my god. I had no idea you were even thinking about retiring.”
I had to take what was mine. I pushed the door and and welcomed myself inside. Patrick stepped back, allowing me in. “I came here for you, Patrick.”
Patrick closed his eyes to try and process all the new information. “What are you talking about?”
I closed the door behind me and locked it. “I made a terrible mistake all those years ago.” I stepped within inches of Patrick, his wrinkled eyes staring up to mine. We were both old now. But he was still as handsome as the first day I met her. “I just didn't know how bad of a mistake until now.”
Our kiss could have powered a nuclear reactor. All the pent up emotions we had for each other over the years was exploding. His lips tasted just as soft and sweet as they did all those years ago. How could I ever forgive myself for not kissing this mouth every day I was near him.
I felt down the sides of his waist and around his back. Patrick shivered to my touch. I grabbed his ass and forced him against me. We kissed passionately again, our tongues dancing around.
“I can't wait another second, Phoenix. Take me now and take me hard. You better make up for all the time we lost.”
I didn't need to say another word. I fumbled around with my belt buckle and dropped my jeans to the ground. Patrick felt up my thick shaft, stroking me over my boxer briefs.
I turned Patrick around until he faced away. I bent him over the back of her dirty couch, his ass pressed against me. I pulled down my boxers and placed my cock between his cheeks.
I could've come right then, spraying my milky seed all over his hot ass. But I needed to feel him again.
I sunk my pulsing cock into his ass, sliding right in with ease. The warm tight feeling around my shaft almost made me climax. I pushed further and further, filling Patrick up completely. It's exactly as I remembered it.
I took him from behind, my hips smacking against Patrick's soft ass. I traced my finger across the old faded tattoo: Property of Devil's Hellions MC.
Patrick screamed my name over and over again, disintegrating as he came. I clenched my teeth and found my release, filling him with my warm cum. We became one and I knew he was all mine. Patrick was Phoenix's Property now.
The End
Dirty Whisper
Copyright 2018
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Description
Shawn never knew what he wanted in life. He's always seen himself as a failure.
That is until he meets Brendan.
He's everything Shawn wanted in a man and more.
But Brendan has a past that's quickly catching up with him and Shawn will find himself caught in the crossfire.
This is a Gay Romance with a HEA!
Chapter One
Shawn
Shit!
I arrived at The Ballroom fifteen minutes late again. My boss was going to kill me. The seedy building stood in an abandoned complex right next to the jammed-packed freeway. A gigantic neon sign repeated guys three times and a long black awning jutted out from the front door.
I stumbled out of my car, carrying my bag of school books. In between dances, I could get a little homework done if nobody bothered me. Jerome stood at the front door looking menacingly as always. He was an over-sized black man with the softest heart and a punch that could crush every bone in your body. He grinned and let me right in.
The club lights were dimmed and Steel danced on stage to a country song. A bar sat along the far right wall and Johnny was there tending to the drunks. A shot of whiskey sounded good right about now. I t
ook a hard right through velvet curtains that stated: Employees Only.
Joe, the owner, came barreling towards me. His hair had receded to the very back of his head and he wore the cheapest suit available. He wasn't as soft as Jerome but he took care of the guys. “Shawn! You gotta be fucking kidding me. How could you be late again after we just had that talk?”
Damn! I thought he might not have noticed this time.
“I'm so sorry, Joe, but I got caught in traffic.”
Joe checked his watch. “There's no fucking traffic at nine o'clock at night.”
“There was an accident. I promise it won't happen again.” I gave him my best puppy dog eyes. Joe was a sucker for begging.
He narrowed his eyes at me. “Steel offered to switch with you. You're on in twenty minutes.”
I really owed Steel a big one. This was the fifth time he had covered for me. Maybe I could buy him some weights as a thank you.
Joe continued, “I also need you to cover Axe's shift on Saturday night.”
Double Fuck! This Saturday I promised my mom I'd come visit her. But I couldn't negotiate with Joe without him firing me on the spot. I was already playing with fire.
“You got it, Joe. Whatever you need.”
Joe clasped his hands and bowed before me. He really wasn't all that bad. I just needed to be on time more often.
I walked into the ready room and sat at my station. Exposed light bulbs surrounded the mirror and pictures of my family were taped to the edges. I wanted my area to feel a little more homey—a little more personal. I went to the open rack behind me that held the few outfits I owned. The dancers at The Ballroom were required to pay for their own costumes which meant I couldn't afford too many.
I pulled out a firefighter costume that was bright yellow with orange stripes. It looked really cheap but you couldn't tell in the dark club. I quickly changed and stuffed my big pecs into it. I brushed my brown hair and oiled up my chest. The women went absolutely crazy for shiny skin.
Gunner strutted into the room wearing a superhero costume. He was very built and tall with giant arms. He could've been a male model if he wanted to. Most of the dancers were so jealous of his body.
“Joe seems angrier than usual. Late again, Shawn?” Gunner sat down at the station next to mine. He had been dancing at The Ballroom for over ten years which was a lifetime to some of us. When I started, Gunner helped me through the basics: getting my costume, learning the routines, and dealing with customers who got a little too touchy.
I slapped my chest and pursed my lips in the mirror. “Only by fifteen minutes. I could be one minute late and he'd still go ballistic.”
Gunner laughed. “Joe is Joe.” He put his hand on my shoulder. “We just got in a big group of guys.”
It wasn't unusual to have a group of gay men coming into the club even though the majority of customers were older women. I preferred guys so it was pleasant to hear.
“I hope they have deep pockets.” I replied.
Steel came back from the stage all sweaty. Crumpled-up dollar bills were pinned along his waist with a g-string.
I got down on my knees and groveled at his feet. “Thank you so much, Steel. I owe you a million times over.”
Steel's fake long blonde hair cascaded across his broad shoulders. “You better believe you owe me. I barely got any tips out there and a group of bikers just came in right after I finished.”
“How about I split my tips with you tonight. Will that make up for it?”
Steel smirked. “Yeah that might work.”
My phone buzzed on the counter. I checked my message and it was from my roommate, Jenny.
Jenny: You better text me when you're on your way home.
Shawn: Don't worry I will :)
Jenny didn't have a job so she made it her life's work to make sure I was always safe. She was so worried that one of the customers would try to kidnap me. Jerome was always around and would never let that happen. Plus every dancer here was a 200lb piece of muscle.
Joe popped his head in. “You're on in five, Shawn.”
“Knock em' dead, Falcon .” Steel slapped my ass.
Falcon was a name I quickly came up with right before my first dance. I needed a stripper name that radiated class and style. Lion was already taken so Falcon became mine. Most guys went by their real names backstage and some lucky guys like Steel were already born with a fake stripper name.
I took a deep breath and went to the back of the stage. I peeked through the curtains and spotted a group of tough guys surrounding the stage. They were covered in tattoos with their biceps bursting through their tight white shirts. Tonight might actually be good.
The announcer's voice boomed through the air. “Ladies and gentlemen, The Ballroom proudly presents: the mysterious, the fiery, the hot as hell—Falcon!”
“Pour it up” by Rihanna—my song—blasted through the speakers.
I burst out of the curtains with fire in my eyes. The overhead spotlights focused on my body as I made my way down the raised walkway, stomping my feet down. The guys and older women cheered my name while throwing one-dollar bills onto the stage. I ran my hands up my six-pack stomach and felt up my oily chest, flaunting it to the crowd.
“Take it off,” one of the guys screamed.
I shook my finger to the crowd. I faced away from the audience and slowly pulled off the firefighter jacket but put it back on. The men hollered at me. I turned around and danced, not letting them see it all yet. Dancing was the art of seduction.
I had to give it to them. I finally took off my jacket and they cheered and whistled at my body, their fists pumping in the air. I went up and down the stage, rubbing myself up and down. I bent over all the way and hugged my ankles, giving the best view of my ass in those firefighter pants.
My eyes caught one of the bikers and my heart skipped a beat. He wasn't like the others. He sat quietly and stared at me. This guy had long slicked-back hair that was shaved on the sides. Intricate tattoos covered both of his strong arms and broad shoulders. He wasn't cheering along with his buddies.
Maybe he wasn't gay and was dragged here with his buddies?
The mysterious man's dark gaze focused in on me. I became flushed and lost my way for a moment. I put my hands behind my head and thrust my hips forward and back. The crowd went wild. I ran my fingers through my sweaty hair and locked eyes with the bad boy. He sat in his chair with his stone-cold face, his eyes drinking me in.
This is way too hot.
Rihanna's words slowly faded away and the crowd hollered. I gathered my firefighter jacket and all the tips off the stage.
“One more round of applause for Falcon,” the announcer yelled.
I gave the audience a bow before disappearing into the back—but not without getting one last glance at him. He sat in his seat, blanketed in shadows, with one finger slowly tracing his lips. A desire formed in the pit of my stomach.
“How much did you make?” Steel asked, following me to my station.
My head was all cloudy and my cheeks were bright red. Who was that man?
“I said, how much did you make, Shawn?” Steel repeated.
“Oh sorry. Thanks again for covering for me.” I didn't even bother counting the tips. I handed him the majority of the crumpled up cash in my hands.
Steel fanned out all the bills and his jaw dropped. “You made all this from one dance?”
I shrugged. “I guess they liked me.”
I sat down at my station, my hands shaking. I didn't have another dance for a couple hours and desperately needed a drink. Alcohol would calm me down. Why was so much adrenaline coursing through me?
Joe came in with a big grin on his face. That was nice change from the Joe I had to deal with earlier. “Great job, Shawn. You got a guy out there requesting a lap dance.”
I nodded and oiled up again. I took a deep breath and my hands stopped shaking. Could it be him?
Chapter Two
Brendan
The boy
s and I rode or bikes down the black streets, our headlights the only light in the overcast night. The entrance of The Ballroom appeared over the horizon with it's bright pink neon lights. It wasn't the best male strip club in town—the drinks were overpriced but the dancers were pretty attractive.
We had just made a lot of money from selling a huge load of weapons and it was time to celebrate and let loose.
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