“Are you ready, partner?” I asked, breathing heavily.
Malarkey nodded. “Let's get these fuckers.”
I spat into the walkie-talkie, “All teams are a go. I repeat, all teams are a go.”
I rushed the front of the restaurant, catching a glimpse of my roof team rappelling down the sides of the building and smashing through the windows.
“This is the FBI! Everyone down on the ground!” I held my professional-looking badge up with my left hand and kept my gun raised with my right. The crowd of eaters fell to the floor with their hands on their head. My eyes scanned the crowd and preceded to the kitchen and back room.
My walkie-talkie screeched as team members shouted, “Clear!”
I stood up against the wall right before the entry to the kitchen. “This is the FBI. I want to see your hands!” I turned the corner, my gun leading first, and entered the kitchen. The chef and his workers were laying flat on the ground.
I arrived to the door leading to the back room with Malarkey right on my heels. I tested the door knob and it was locked. I nodded to Malarkey and stepped out of the way as his foot pummeled through the door, breaking it off it's hinges. Sometimes it was nice having a male around.
I rushed into the room and found that Bravo team already had all the suspects on the ground and in cuffs. One of the club members spat at my feet as I walked by.
“You can't do this without a warrant,” one of the members yelled. I strolled over to him and holstered my weapon. I looked at the older man's face and identified him as the leader.
“Well Hammer, I wonder what these are?” I shoved the paper warrants in his face, making sure that he could taste them. “Sit this guy up,” I ordered. Two raid members picked up Hammer and sat him against the wall.
“This won't matter, lady. We'll beat whatever bogus charge you stick on us.”
I crouched down in front of the leader. “I've been hunting you guys for a long time. I wanted to make damn sure this would stick. You could thank Miguel and the Los Diablos for that.”
“You're a lying bitch,” he screamed at me.
I stood up and walked away. “Oh yeah, one more thing. We raided your 'secret' stashes and found all the guns and drugs. You guys will be rotting in prison until the day you die.” Hammer's face turned to horror. He knew I had him by the balls.
I glanced over the other members on the ground and marveled at my success.
Malarkey came to my side. “Feels good, doesn't it?”
“It will feel even better when the bosses give me a promotion and get us out of that damn closet.”
Malarkey chuckled.
Something wasn't sitting right with me though. I scanned around the room but couldn't put my finger on the sudden doubt in the pit of my stomach. I looked at the Dark Steel members and counted.
“Charlie team, did you clear every room upstairs?”
Charlie leader answered in the affirmative. I looked back down at all the faces of the club members. Damn! “Where's Brendan?” I asked with bubbling rage.
Malarkey looked down at a list in his hands. “He's the number three, right?”
Double Damn!
I ordered the teams to do another sweep of the building. “He must be hiding here somewhere. We have to find him!”
Chapter Twenty
Shawn
I awoke from my post-coital bliss and Brendan was laying next to me, his arms and legs entangled in mine. I watched him sleep, his mouth slightly open and his eyelids fluttering. I wondered what he was dreaming about—maybe robbing a bank, killing a bunch of bad guys, or maybe even sex with me.
I lifted the bed sheet up slightly and gazed under. His shaft was flaccid and small. I giggled to myself. I couldn't believe he was all mine.
“Are you done?” Brendan asked, waking from sleep.
I flushed red and put the sheet back down. “I'm sorry, I just can't keep my eyes off your body.”
“Should we do something about that?” His lip curled into a grin.
Desire returned in full force. My mind screamed at me for no more—my body had it's own plan. Brendan kissed me softly and I climbed on top of him. His erection became rock hard beneath me. I grinded against him, rubbing all over him.
The sound of glass shattering in the hallway interrupted our heavenly time.
Brendan flung me off to the side and bolted out of bed. Hammer from downstairs yelled up, “FBI!”
“Get your clothes on fast,” Brendan ordered.
He went over to a drawer and pulled out a large silver pistol. We quickly got dressed and Brendan tucked the pistol in the belt behind his back. Footsteps pounded up and down the hallway. They could come bursting in at any moment. Brendan locked the door and went back to the dresser. “Help me with this.”
I took one side and we shifted it over. I thought we were trying to block the door but Brendan stopped short of it. He bent down at the wall and pushed it in. A small square door popped open. Brendan smiled. “I always have an escape plan.” He motioned for me to go first. “I'll follow behind and close the trapdoor behind us.”
I got down on my hands and knees and looked through the tiny door. The shaft was small but big enough to fit a person crawling through. I glanced back at Brendan and he kicked my butt to get me going. Ouch! I inched my way through the tunnel, wiping cobwebs out of the way. Brendan followed behind and closed the door, cutting off the small amount of light.
We could hear the door to the bedroom break open. Boots pounded against the floor as they walked around. My pulse was pounding in my ear and fear kept me frozen. A man yelled, “Clear” and walked away. We were safe—for now.
“Keep going, Shawn,” Brendan whispered.
I continued my descent into the musty escape. I finally came to another small door that opened to the outside. We were still on the second story and the drop was at least fifteen feet high. “What do you want me to do?”
“There should be a dumpster right below. Jump down into it.”
He's got to be kidding. But I knew he wasn't.
I took a deep breath and looked below—it might as have been a hundred feet. I felt a shove on my ass and I came crashing down into a pile of smelly black trash bags. The overwhelming stench of rotten food made me want to vomit. I quickly climbed out of the dumpster and watched as Brendan made the same leap. His head popped out with some lettuce stuck in his hair. I couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculous situation.
Brendan climbed out and joined me. “It's time we split up, Shawn.”
What is he talking about? “No, I'm staying with you.”
Brendan and I ducked down behind the dumpster. “Listen to me. They aren't looking for you. You can walk away from this without a scratch.”
I steeled myself. There was no way in hell Brendan was going to change my mind. “I'm not going anywhere without you.”
Brendan looked deep into my eyes and kissed me hard. “You're so cute when you're defiant. I don't have time to argue with you. Stay here and I'll get my bike.”
I nodded and kissed him once again before he went off into the darkness. I sat behind the dumpster, my hands balled up in my lap, my stomach full of nerves. Minutes passed and he still wasn't back. Did he get caught? Should I check out what was going on?
I stood up and a hand touched my shoulder from behind. I screamed and turned around to find Brendan with his index finger against his lips. His Harley sat behind him, ready to take us away from all this. “Hurry and get on. The feds are crawling all over this place.”
“You don't have to tell me twice.” I bounced onto the bike behind Brendan and held onto him as he started the motorcycle. We zoomed through the alley and around the front of The Burger Joint. Black SUVs were parked all over the place. A woman with short hair and a suit came running outside the restaurant as we sped away.
We were going to make it.
I leaned forward and nuzzled my nose against his neck. I never wanted to leave this motorcycle. The bike suddenly stop
ped. Why were we stopping so soon? The FBI were probably on our tail. I gazed over to see my apartment.
“What are we doing here, Brendan? Do you want me to get some stuff?”
Brendan shook his head. “You can't come with me, Shawn.”
I hit him in the shoulder as hard as I could. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“The FBI are after me and the MC is in handcuffs. I need to escape town until the heat dies down.”
Brendan killed the engine and got off the bike. I stayed on, hoping to somehow chain myself to the handlebars. “I'm coming with you,” I said, my bottom lip trembling.
Brendan sighed. “You don't understand. If you come with me, you'll be aiding and abetting a fugitive. That comes with some serious prison time. I can't let you do that.”
I put my hand on his face and caressed it. “I know that you love me and don't want anything bad to happen. But you need to hear me...I'm not getting off this fucking bike. There's nothing here for me. I'm a stripper for god's sake.”
Brendan suppressed a chuckle. “You are truly unique, do you know that, Shawn?”
I pinched both of his cheeks hard. “Just shut up and get back on the bike.”
Brendan shrugged and kissed me. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” I will always be by your side, Brendan.
I looked back at my apartment and realized that I didn't get to say goodbye to Jenny. The FBI would surely talk to her in a couple of days when they figured everything out. It might be awhile before I could contact her. I blew her a kiss as Brendan drove us away.
We rode through the night, red taillights streaking past my vision, no particular destination in mind. The singular headlight of the motorcycle lit up the road ahead as streetlights flashed by us. We could go anywhere we wanted to. Start over if we had to. As long as we had each other we could get through anything.
Our love would protect us.
Epilogue
Shawn
The virgin margarita was ice cold and tasted like summer. The sun beat down on my tanned skin as the sounds of the ocean crashed in the background. The view was absolutely incredible. The ocean went on for miles and met up with the horizon. The beach was completely deserted except for us. I never pictured myself living the high life. I lifted my sunglasses and looked over at Brendan. My man.
Brendan lay on the beach chair next to me, his nose deep into a newspaper. His chiseled chest glistened in the sunlight. My ass was still sore from when we made love this morning. His body on top of me, thrusting in and out until finishing. I couldn't get enough of him and his thick cock. Just thinking about it brought a smile to my face.
“How is everything back home?” I asked softly. We had been on the run for months now and even though we were living in paradise, Brendan longed to go back home. His sense of duty to his MC was overriding any sort of fun that he could be having. Knowing that his brothers were in jail made the guilt unbearable. I wanted to be there for him but there wasn't anything I could do.
Brendan sighed and folded the newspaper. “That FBI Agent Swift is still on the lookout for us.”
I remembered when Brendan showed me the newspaper with my missing photo on it—a photo from high school. There were a couple quotes from Jenny about me being the “most incredible man ever.”
My stomach wrenched at the thought that Jenny probably believed I was hurt or dead. She didn't deserve that. A phone call to her could change all that but there was no way. The FBI probably had her cellphone tapped.
It didn't take the FBI long to connect the dots and link me to Brendan. The American media was fascinated with the hunt for us. The tabloids labeled us as Bonnie and Clyde, going around robbing banks and killing people. We weren't even in the U.S. anymore. The east coast of Mexico was our home now.
“What are we going to do?” I asked Brendan.
Brendan gazed towards the ocean. “We stay put. Once the media fervor dies down, the FBI will eventually give up the search. Then we can go back and figure out a plan to get my brothers out of prison. I just don't know when that will be.”
I lay back in the lounge chair and stared up at the clear blue sky. Everything was perfect here. How could I ever leave? I looked back over at Brendan and wanted to feel his warmth again. He needed to keep his mind off things.
My mouth curled into a sly grin. I got out of my beach chair and crawled over to Brendan on all fours. His eyes were distracted by the ocean but I knew how to get his attention. I reached under his boardshorts and felt his limp penis.
“You didn't get enough this morning, baby?”
I shook my head innocently and stroked his cock until it was throbbing hard in my palm. Brendan closed his eyes and leaned back as I felt up his shaft. My finger-tips could barely reach around his entire girth. I pulled his boardshorts down until they rested around his knees, bringing his cock out into the light of day. The beach was still empty but even an audience wouldn't get me to stop.
Brendan tried to get up to kiss me but I placed my hand on his chest and shoved him back down. “No...no...no. Just relax and focus on my lips wrapped around your cock.”
Brendan could barely contain himself as I stroked his rod.I gathered saliva in my mouth, lubing his cock as I slid up and down. He thrust in and out, moaning at the top of his lungs. He couldn't last much longer.
“Come down my throat,” I whispered.
Brendan found his release and unloaded in my mouth, his white seed spurting out. I released Brendan and he fell back on the lounge chair.
I lay next to Brendan on his beach chair and rested my head on his chest. His breathing was fast and his heart pounded in my ear. I felt so safe in his arms.
There wasn't anywhere else I wanted to be.
The End
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His name's Spencer.
He was just another guy at the club that wanted me for the night. He was good for a free drink but I cut him loose when he wouldn't tell me what he did for a living. I wasn't going to fall for another nicely dressed, devilishly handsome loser again.
But his job wasn't the only card he kept close to his vest.
Spencer had a thirst that couldn't be quenched unless I was around him. I had some special power over him.
Can I control his hunger long enough to make this relationship work?
Gay Vampire
Chapter One
Henry
My parents' house stood before me. The home I had never even seen before.
My feet were frozen in the sidewalk, staring at this piece of architecture that seemed so foreign. The white shutters were faded with chipped paint. The roof was uneven and likely to collapse at any moment. I didn't even want to know what the inside looked like.
You see my father got the bright idea one day to buy a fixer upper as their retirement home. A “forever home” my dad would say. Why my mother ever went along with him in the first place is a question I'll always wonder.
I was away at college when I got the call they were selling my childhood home and moving. I was excited for them but sad that I wouldn't get to see the house I grew up in one last time. I had so many memories there and had no idea why they wanted to move. The house they used to live in had plenty of bedrooms, spacious backyard, and an upgraded kitchen.
It didn't make sense to me.
I was all set to visit them at the new house during Christmas break. I had prepared like my father told me by packing plenty of clothes to get dirty. But after a long semester, I wanted to rest and relax on my break not become a construction worker. It would be a longer drive home than it used to be.
I willed myself to step off the sidewalk and make my way
up the brick walkway that led to the red front door. It looked freshly painted and I imagined my mom and dad fighting over what the perfect color would be.
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