by Lila Rose
Wade nodded once. “Sounds about right.”
“You’ve never fuckin’ been with a guy, and you pick my brother to test this shit out?”
“Zion, language,” Mom tried.
“Fuck the language. Who the fuck do you think you are, Wreck? You do not get to play my brother and then crush him when you walk away after a taste.”
“Zion, calm down,” Dad suggested.
“I won’t walk away from him,” Wade stated harshly. “You can think what you want, but I know what Lucas and I have is real.”
“Real bullshit is what I call it,” Zion clipped. He took a step closer.
“Zion, don’t, we’re happy,” I inserted as I moved beside Wade. Only Wade wouldn’t have it. He reached out and gently pushed me back behind him.
Zion’s eyes narrowed more. “You think I would hurt my brother?”
“No. Never. But I know you’re thinkin’ about punchin’ me, and I won’t have Lucas hurt in the process.”
“Oh, wow,” Mom muttered. “Zion, sit down.”
“No, Mom.” He waved a hand toward us. “He’s just playin’ some sick game with Lucas. I won’t fuckin’ have it. You two are breakin’ up.”
“You’re being stupid, Zion,” I told him.
“I’m not. He’s been straight all his fuckin’ life, and now he’s changin’? Christ, I don’t even know why, but he ain’t doin’ it with my brother.”
Wade dropped his head, and when he spoke, it was in an icy tone. “You know me, brother. You fuckin’ know me.” He looked up. “When was the last time you saw me this happy?”
Zion opened his mouth, closed it, and blinked.
“Exactly. I’ve never been happy, and I didn’t know what was missin’ until I met your brother. Jesus, Lucas brings peace inside me, and I won’t give that up for anythin’ or anyone. I don’t know how long this’ll last, but I’m goddamn prayin’ it’ll be for-fuckin’-ever. You’re askin’ me to give up this? I won’t do it. Lucas is mine.”
I heard a sniffle, but I watched Zion as he ground his teeth together and fisted his hands.
“You’re a motherfuckin’ prick for doin’ this. You should have come to me first before even chasin’ Lucas.”
“You would have said no,” Wade told him, which was true.
Zion shifted his eyes to me, where I peeked over Wade’s shoulder. “You want this fucker?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“Even though he’s never been with a guy before and this could all just be a phase?”
“Yes,” I said again. “It’ll always be yes because he does make me happy. Not only that, I know I’ll always be protected as well.”
My brother looked between us, and then quickly, he punched Wade in the face.
“Zion,” I yelled, and grabbed Wade as he straightened. I ran my hands over his face; a mark was already showing on his jaw. What was weird was that Wade was smiling. “What are you grinning about?” I demanded. Had he lost his mind?
Zion snorted. “Because he knows I’ll accept it as long as the fucker doesn’t hurt you. That was me givin’ my consent, but also a fuck you for keepin’ it from me.”
My heart pounded in my chest.
Had my brother really accepted this?
“So, you’re not going to be an idiot about this?” I asked, needing confirmation.
“Lucas, you’re the smarter one out of us, and if you want to tie yourself to this fool, then… now that it’s processed in my head, I’m not gonna stop this.”
A smile grew on my lips. “Really?”
Zion rolled his eyes and then turned to go sit back down. Dad was also returning to his seat.
I glanced up at Wade, who was grinning down at me. “You happy?” he asked.
“More than happy, whatever that is,” I answered just as he cupped my cheeks and dipped down to give me a kiss.
“Jesus, I only gave my consent. Doesn’t mean you need to suck his face off in front of me.”
Chuckling, Wade straightened and curled an arm around my shoulders. “You’ll get used to it,” he told Zion.
“I think it’s sweet,” Mom cooed. She stood and came at us with open arms. “This is amazing. Welcome to the family, Wade.” She hugged us tightly together.
“I’m surprised you two didn’t see it from a mile away like I did,” Dad said, sitting back and taking a sip of his beer, acting like a know-it-all.
“What are you talking about?” Mom asked while we all sat back down, only I moved around to sit beside Wade.
“As soon as I met the guy, I knew something was going on between those two. It’s all in the eyes.”
Zion scratched his nose with his middle finger. “Whatever, old man. I’ve been too busy to notice anything.” Zion looked to Wade. “Anyone else know?”
“West and Kylo,” I said.
“Country and Death. Country because he’s prez, and Death because he noticed some things as well.”
“What the fuck did I miss? Christ, I feel like I’ve been blind.”
“Anyway,” Dad started, and all of a sudden, I got scared because he was looking at Wade. “Tell us a bit about yourself, Wade, since you’re dating our son.”
“Dad, no,” I said.
Zion rubbed his hands together and grinned evilly. “Yes.”
Mom waved her hand in front of her. “Wait, I have a question. As Zion pointed out before, Wade, you’ve slept with a lot of women. Did you practice safe sex?”
“Mom!” I cried.
Dad groaned. “Dear God, Lucy.”
Zion just laughed his butt off and pointed at Mom. “Good one.”
I grabbed Wade’s hand under the table and gave it a squeeze. “Please excuse my strange and very intrusive family. You don’t have to answer anything you don’t want to.”
Wade leaned back in his seat and smirked. “It’s all right.” I went to say something, but then his hand landed on the back of my neck, and he rubbed there. I blinked and got distracted from his touch.
Wade kept his hand there and said, “I’ve always practiced safe sex. I was born into a family who never really wanted a kid, so I made sure to not have a kid with someone who would have been just a one-night hookup.”
Everyone stared at him.
He shrugged. “Just keepin’ it real. My parents didn’t care what I did, if I was fed, or where I was. When I hit eighteen, I got out. I found a place, a club of great men who became my family. They taught me more about life than my parents ever had. A year later, my parents died in a car crash. I can’t say I was broken up about it because I wasn’t.”
“Of course you weren’t,” Mom said. “And if they were still around, I would be on their front step, cursing them black and blue for doing such a thing.”
Wade tensed beside me, surprised by Mom’s outburst. He cleared his throat. “Ah, thanks.” Mom smiled warmly at him. His hand tightened on my neck.
“What do you do with your days now?” Dad asked.
“I’m part owner of the Polished Pussy clubs. I assist there on a rotating roster with Saint, Country, and State.”
Zion snorted. “We manage the shit outta that club with a couple of assistant managers when we’re not in, like now. And then, with the other two startin’ to take off, we’re run off our feet so we’ll have to look at hirin’ more managers. Plus, with the changes we’re makin’, the money will be rollin’ in.”
Suddenly, Wade blurted, “I’m lookin’ at gettin’ my own place soon. Right now, I live at the compound, but I want a place to call my own. Somewhere Lucas will feel comfortable to be, and it’ll be in a safer area.”
My heart felt like it was pumping so hard to get out of my chest and jump out at Wade to curl up in a purring heap in his lap.
I dropped my fork and turned to him.
“Shit, we’re about to see more PDA. Mom, get a gag bag ready for me.”
“Shut it, Zion,” Mom said, and her voice sounded like she was on the verge of tears.
“You are?” I aske
d Wade softly.
“Yeah, babe. Can’t live in the compound forever.” His hand left my neck to tuck some hair behind my ear, then he placed it back. He was grinning at me and I wanted to kiss him so much.
Dang it all.
Wade met me halfway and right there in front of my parents, we shared a sweet, soft kiss. We only pulled away when Zion started gagging.
Still having his gaze, I told him, “You know I’m not happy because you’re getting a house, right? I don’t want you to think that. I just think it’s the sweetest thing ever that you thought of me with the choices you made.”
“We’re together, yeah?”
“Well, yes.” I nodded.
He tipped his chin up at me, as if that was answer enough. Then he added, “At least then I’ll know you’ll be there safe, under the alarm system, so you can study and I won’t have to worry you’re surrounded by fuckheads who’ll take advantage of you when you’re in a zone.”
Zion snorted, then laughed with Dad.
Mom, who was smiling like a madwoman, said, “He really does go into a zone.”
Wade sighed. “He does. Totally oblivious to what’s around him. You can’t do that at the compound. I’ve already heard the brothers sayin’ how good-lookin’ you are. I do not share.”
“They have?”
“That’s what you pick to say?” Wade growled.
“Um, no, I’m only worried about a certain man thinking I’m good-looking.” I scoffed. “Who cares about the others.”
He tugged me in, kissed me hard and quickly, and then said, “Exactly.”
Chapter Twenty
Wreck
By the time dinner finished and all questions were out of the way, we stood at the front door saying goodbye to Lucas’s parents. For now. Apparently, they wanted to get to know me because Lucy said she could see good things for Lucas and me. Hell, my chest puffed out at the comment because it sounded like she accepted me being with her son.
Saint was driving them over to their aunt’s place. I’d already moved my bike and after Lucy gave out hugs, and Gerry handshakes, they were in the car waiting on Saint.
“I’m headin’ to the compound after,” he said.
I curled Lucas into my side with an arm around his shoulders. “If you could not talk about this to the brothers, it’d be appreciated. I’ll be bringin’ it up at the next church.”
He eyed us just as Lucas wrapped his arms around my middle. He sighed. “Fine.” He started for the car in the garage. “Oh, and keep your naked bits to the bedroom.”
“Unfair,” Lucas called. “I still have nightmares about you doing women over furniture.”
Saint chuckled. “Good times. But seriously, this is my house. No fuckin’ in the livin’ room or kitchen.”
“We haven’t even done that,” Lucas blurted and then buried his head into my chest from embarrassment. He missed Saint stumbling forward. He spun back with wide eyes and stared at me.
“Holy fuck, you really do care,” he stated.
I nodded.
He gave me a salute. “Respect, brother. Respect.” As soon as he disappeared into the garage, I guided Lucas back into the house and locked the door behind us.
“You want dessert?” I asked, with a quirk of an eyebrow. I thinned my lips to stop from grinning when Lucas blushed. “Babe, I’m talkin’ about ice cream.” I pulled him to the couch and sat on it, maneuvering him onto my lap easily because he was tiny. Just the right size for me though. “I remember someone eatin’ outta the container when I walked into the house.”
He rolled his eyes. “That wasn’t a good night…. Well, it ended up being, but when you saw me, I was devastated you were with a woman.”
“Devastated?” I questioned.
“Completely.”
Lucas bit his bottom lip when I ran my hands up and down his waist. “Hmm, sounds like I have to make it up to you.”
He shook his head. “Nope, you already did when you kissed me that night.”
“Really?”
He nodded, and I tugged him forward so he could feel my hard-on. He gasped and smiled softly. When he rocked against me, I groaned.
“Then you let me know if there’s anythin’ else I can do for you,” I told him against his neck before I bit there.
“Oh… um, you were talking about dessert before.”
I ran my tongue up the side of his neck and sucked in his earlobe. Once again, he rocked against me, his breathing erratic. “I was,” I said. “Have you thought of somethin’?”
“Y-Yes,” he whispered, and my cock jerked. I glided my hands up and under his tee, running my thumbs over and around his taut nipples.
“What’s that, babe?”
He moaned and ground down over me again. I gripped his hips to stop him, or I’d be coming in my jeans. Christ, my guy’s body, his words, his voice, everything about him made me crazy.
“I… I love it when you call me that,” he admitted. When I saw his eyes glaze, I knew he had. His body relaxed, the pulse in his neck beating hard. I liked giving it to him, liked getting any reaction out of him.
“Babe,” I muttered against his neck. He rocked down, at least tried, but I had a hold of him. “What dessert are you after?”
“You. Just you.”
He gasped when I gripped his ass and picked him up as I stood. He clung to me, kissing my neck, my jaw, and cheek as I walked us down the hall and into his room.
As soon as we were through the door, I placed Lucas on his feet and swept his tee off, throwing it to the floor. I removed my vest while Lucas eagerly undid my jeans button. I put my vest on the back of the chair and tugged my own T-shirt off, dropping it to the ground. Lucas unzipped my jeans and then worked on his own.
I leaned in and captured his lips, cupping the back of his head. Using my free hand, I pushed his jeans down his legs. I felt him kick them off, and then his hands were at my waist, shoving my jeans down. Only they got stuck on my boots.
“Fuck,” I clipped. I pulled away to kick off my boots and then fling my jeans and boxers off with them. Lucas removed his socks, and we were back to kissing and touching each other, anywhere we wanted.
Reaching between us, I took hold of both our cocks and slid my palm over them together. The kiss stopped. Lucas panted out his breaths while he rested his head against my chest to watch my hand work us.
“Goddamn, this feels good,” I told him, because it did. He hummed under his breath.
We’d been messing around for the last month, trying different ways to get each other off without actually doing it. I’d fucking loved each and every moment. It always got me off. He always got me off. I fucking loved his body, his flat chest, his cock, his ass. Especially when, a couple of nights ago, I had my fingers in his warm, tight hole. He’d gone crazy, moaning, crying my name, and I’d come in my jeans again because he’d been rocking over my erection.
He was the sexiest person I’d ever had.
And he was mine.
All damn mine.
Hell, I couldn’t be happier.
“Stop,” Lucas whispered, his hand going over mine around both of us.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
He lifted his head, his eyes full of desire and something else I couldn’t put my finger on. He licked his lips. “I want….” He glanced to the side.
I gripped his waist and asked, “What do you want, babe?”
“More.”
“In what way?” I questioned. I was guessing he wanted to go all the way, and hell I wanted it as well, but I needed him to be sure and for Lucas to actually tell me.
His cheeks pinked. I gently pinched his chin and brought his gaze back to mine. “Tell me,” I ordered.
He scraped his top teeth over his bottom lip. Then he whispered words that had my cock throbbing and leaking in eagerness. “I want to feel you inside me.”
Fuck me.
“Yeah?”
He nodded. “Yes.”
“Get on the bed, Lucas,�
�� I ordered, my voice thick and rough.
He tried to hide his smile with his hand, but I caught it. He liked getting what he wanted and hell, I would give him anything in my power.
Lucas slowly walked over to the bed, climbed on it, and then rolled over to his back. His hair splayed out on the pillow. His full lips looked redder than usual from all the kissing. His cock was hard and ready for its release.
Stunning.
There was no way I could touch myself right then or else I’d be embarrassing myself. Instead, I asked, “Where’s the lube, condom?”
He rolled to the side, to his bedside table. He pulled it open quickly, but too fast because the whole thing came open and dropped to the floor. He flushed but grabbed the items and set them on the bed. Grinning, I took the steps to the end of the bed.
“Tell me what way would be better for you.”
He blew out a breath and shrugged. “Any, I’ll… um.” He glanced around the room.
“Babe,” I said, and his eyes shot back to me. “It’s just you and me in here, say anythin’ you want. You got nothin’ to be embarrassed about. Nothin’.”
“Okay,” he whispered. “It will probably be best with you on top or, um, me on my knees and you behind me. But I’ll, ah, need prep first.”
Fuck me. His words pounded into my cock.
“Spread ’em for me, babe,” I ordered.
“Wade,” he said softly.
“Babe,” I replied and quirked my eyebrow.
He grumbled something under his breath, probably giving himself a pep talk about how he shouldn’t feel embarrassed about showing me all of him. He would eventually understand. He would eventually give me what I wanted without complaint because he would know he would benefit from it in the end also.
Only this time, I would help him.
I kneeled on the bed at the end. Lucas watched as I slowly reached out for his ankles. For a while, I rubbed my hands up and down his shins, then gripped his ankles and separated his legs. I moved them up, so his knees bent, and I could get a better look at the spot where I wanted to be.
I loved how smooth his ass was. I shifted forward to lie between his legs. I glanced up to him and found he’d covered his face with his hands.
