by J. C. Allen
“Do you want to go to my place? For a change?”
Jenna and Marissa were going to be out all night, and even if they weren’t, they would only return with other men—and if they didn’t, they had to know that me coming back with Zeke wasn’t a huge surprise.
“I’d say yes,” Zeke said. “But I can’t wait. Come on. There’s a room you can spend the night at here.”
I wasn’t about to say no to that. Admittedly, thinking about what was about to happen left me with the realization that we were about to enter a room that many other bikers had used, and given the state of this place, I didn’t think there was a great chance that this was an area that would’ve been cleaned regularly. But for Zeke?
It was true. I couldn’t wait any longer. I thought that my wait to be with him again would be forever because I had rejected him earlier, and now that it was back before me, I wasn’t about to say no again.
He pulled me into a room with a single bed, and I couldn’t even begin to express my relief that the bed was cleanly made and the room looked well-kept up and organized. There was nothing to suggest that this place had had some sex earlier, and even if it had, whoever had used it last had cleaned it very well.
And in any case, my thoughts about the room disappeared when Zeke pressed me against the wall and started kissing me again. His kisses, most especially with the way they parted my lips, letting me taste him, just had that hypnotic effect on me in which everything around me vanished. All I could notice or focus on was the rush of sensations running through my body.
His lips moved to my neck, which I rolled back to let him have easier access to. He started out gentle enough, sucking and kissing, but he gradually became more aggressive as his urges to take me took over. His sucking turned to nibbling, which turned to straight on biting. God, it felt so good. God, I couldn’t believe I had almost pushed him away.
He grabbed me and we tumbled to the bed, with me on top. Within seconds, I had my shirt and my bra off and was straddling him topless. I leaned forward to kiss him before arching my head up, allowing him to lift up into my breasts. He kissed, licked, and flicked each nipple, sending more sensations of pleasure rushing through me. This felt incredible.
But in addition, it also felt incredible to have Zeke beneath me again. It wasn’t just that it was great sex—which it absolutely was—it was that it was great sex with Zeke. Maybe this said something about us, maybe it said something about me jumping into something I’d been trying to deny for so long, but right now, I didn’t care. I just wanted to feel his cock buried inside of me, to feel us together as one, and to feel the multiple orgasms coming my way.
I left a trail of kisses down his neck and chest, taking in his perfectly sculpted muscles. I went to his abs, still in disbelief that a man could be this rugged and this taut—I had only seen such things in movies and TV shows, but now I was experiencing it for myself, and it had me aroused like I could never have described.
I yanked his jeans off and lunged for his cock, swallowing it to the point of deepthroating. Zeke didn’t bother to hide his pleasure as he swelled in me. I knew how much of a weapon this was, my willingness to give head. Now that I knew he was clean and we were the only ones having each other, it was something I intended to give him… sometimes.
After all, what was the fun of giving him something every time? He just wouldn’t appreciate it quite as much as if I gave it to him like I was now. He was lucky that I was so horny and so eager to please him after being gone for so long.
I had a nice rhythm going, my tongue working his tip while my hand worked his shaft. His groans and pleasurable quakes rocked the bed as I got him closer and closer. But this wasn’t about making him orgasm and then having him go down on me or anything like that.
No, this was about getting him as hard as possible before he entered—
He sat up, grabbed my head, kissed me, and then yanked me over so that I was on my back. I let out a yelp as he removed my pants quickly, and just as I had done to him with my mouth, he started to do to me. He practically buried his tongue into my pussy, licking up and down, side to side, and in many different directions, The unpredictability of what he was doing was ridiculous and unreal, and it didn’t take but a couple of minutes to have me right on the edge.
“Oh my God, baby, oh, fuck,” I moaned, my voice turning into a series of gasps and whimpers.
I reached for his head and shoved him in, something he was more than willing to let me do. My hips arched into his face as I came, the rush of pleasure coursing through my body. I had to push him away for a second, but he came right back… and, mercifully, just rested his chin by my clit. I caught my breath as my hands ran through his hair.
“Christ, Zeke…” I said, barely able to speak. “You’re so good. So fucking good.”
“I told you, I’m the Sex God, baby,” he said with a chuckle.
Well, Sex God, get your ass up here then. I sat up, the remains of the orgasm still spilling through my body, and pulled him forward. His enormous and still-hardened cock found my opening and slid inside, causing my eyes to go wide and my hands to clench to his body. I yanked on his shoulders, pulling him in, as his hips thrusted hard into mine.
Whatever God or genes had given him the size that he had, I was thanking profusely at that moment. He was so long and so thick that sometimes, when I looked at it, I wondered just how I was able to get him inside me. But he hadn’t failed yet, and I was hoping that he never would.
His aggressive thrusts, which shook the bed and repeatedly slammed the headboard against the wall, had me once more at orgasm within a matter of a couple of minutes. No one had given me orgasms this frequently, and when that second one washed over me, I was so lost in the feeling that I barely noticed the fact that Zeke had also come, his grunting turning much louder and his hands tightening on me that much more as his cock swelled and burst inside of me.
When we finally both finished together, both of us just laid there for several seconds, trying to catch our breath. I started to say something, but I barely had the breath, and I don’t even think Zeke had the stamina to say anything. That had been some fucking intense sex. And knowing Zeke, it’s not going to take him more than a couple of minutes to get back ready. Oh, Christ. We’re gonna go all night to make up for missing a few days, aren’t we?
Not that I mind in the slightest.
“You are… you are a fucking sex god, Zeke,” I said, gently running my fingers on his back.
Zeke chortled before sliding out, a feeling that brought both of us intensely warm pleasure. I shuddered at that before I rolled over to cuddle him.
“Sorry I vanished on you for a few days like that,” Zeke said.
I nodded on his chest. I was just happy we were back here, no matter what I may have said or thought in the days before or earlier this evening. Maybe before, I would have fought the idea, but here, now, that wasn’t something I was looking to do. We were back together, and that’s what mattered.
“Just… well, fuck, guess I got scared of what we were becoming.”
I could understand that. There was something of a scary feeling, especially since it was still no guarantee that I would be here in a couple of months time. But…
“Are you still scared?” I asked.
Zeke shook his head.
“With you? Nope,” he said. “I’m the Sex God, baby, I don’t get scared.”
“Oh good grief,” I said with a laugh.
But beneath the humorous, joking facade was a man that I knew was serious about trying to continue this. It was far too early to put a title on it, and it was far too early to even know if I’d be around.
But I knew that for as long as I was in town, I wasn’t going to see anyone else. Neither was Zeke.
If that made us boyfriend and girlfriend, well, so be it. It was something that I was more than willing and more than eager to try.
For Zeke, it was absolutely worth it, no question about it.
21
/> Zeke
Naturally, before we went to sleep, we went at it again.
And again.
And then a fourth time for the evening before finally, even the Sex God needed to rest. I could have gone a fifth time if I had to, but by that point, it would have been less about the pleasure of sex and more about just being able to say we had done it a fifth time. The thing about Allison was it became less about saying “I did this” and more about just doing whatever felt right and pleasurable with her.
So it was that we passed out cuddling. When I woke up, it wasn’t even something that seemed out of place. Admittedly, I was feeling a whole host of emotions that I had no idea how to handle. Feelings of romance, feelings of excitement, feelings of… love?
Could I even call it that? Did I even want to call it that?
What the fuck did I know and what the fuck did it matter, though? I was still only twenty-three, and I had plenty of time to figure things out. If Allison wound up staying in this town for some reason and we wound up going longer, we could figure things out then. It wasn’t like I was some old fart like Jaxson or a father like Simon and Matthew were. That much was for damn sure—I was willing to consider being exclusive and romantic with Allison, but I definitely wasn’t having kids anytime.
Hell, if nothing else, just because Allison and I might become something more didn’t mean that we’d suddenly become lame. I was still going to bartend, and maybe I could get Allison to start bartending too. Grace had done it a couple of times, and there was just something about a beautiful woman bartending that got the men to buy drinks like a prohibition was about to start, even if the women were known items of the Kinsmen.
Allison was still asleep when I woke up, so I decided to let her have that sleep a little bit longer. I kissed her gently on the cheek, rolled out of bed, and headed for the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled when I saw myself.
But the smile wasn’t because I liked how I looked, though I did still look damn sexy. I was smiling because of how good I was feeling about everything with Allison. This was real; I wasn’t having to manufacture these feelings. They were really there.
I took care of my morning routine and headed back inside to see Allison still sleeping. In that state, she almost looked like she was smiling. I was sure that when I was asleep, I was feeling the same way.
Fuck, she was so beautiful. She was—
The window behind her shattered with a flaming Molotov cocktail that landed on the bed and hit Allison in the leg.
“No!”
I ran over and grabbed her as many other windows shattered. She awoke with a start and nearly screamed, but I put my hand over her mouth, fearing that revealing anyone was inside would bring us more trouble that we weren’t ready for. Allison’s leg was bleeding pretty badly, but it didn’t look like threatening. I took my shirt and made a tourniquet around her leg, squeezing to prevent any more damage from happening.
“Fucking Kinsmen!” I heard outside, the sounds of Italian accents filling the air. Goddamn Cavaros!
Seconds later, gunfire erupted. I peered outside the hallway to find many of the Kinsmen, some of them undoubtedly hungover, pumping bullets in the direction of the Cavaros outside. I then heard bikes driving away, but I refused to have this be something that I could just wait for my brothers to show up for. For what they had done—if the cocktail had landed just a few feet up, on Allison’s face or somewhere near her chest… they had to pay. I had to get after them.
As soon as the gunfire mostly stopped, I put Allison to the ground.
“Stay here,” I growled. “I’m going to take care of this.”
“Zeke—”
I kissed her.
“I love you, OK? I’ll be back.”
I hadn’t even thought of the words before I said them. It wasn’t like the thought had even crossed my mind. But goddamnit, it was fucking true. It was a love that would have to evolve, but it was love. It was real. I had no regrets about saying it.
I didn’t really give Allison the chance to respond or express surprise at what I said, though, because I was already sprinting down the hallway, the only words I heard “Red Floor.” I wondered why she was referring to the nightclub on the other side of town. As luck would have it, it looked like all of my brothers had come to the club early, perhaps for a meeting, and so had the officers.
“Zeke!” Matthew said. “The hell you—”
“Going to kill those motherfuckers,” I said, not stopping to explain. “Join if you’d like.”
“Zeke!”
I was willing to go one on however many there were. I was not going to let these bastards continue to haunt us any longer. They’d caused Matthew and Simon especially enough grief, and now they had nearly killed Allison. This had always been my fight, but now it had taken on a new significance, a new level of frustration for me. If before I had fought for my brothers, now I was fighting for the woman I had just confessed to loving.
There was going to be nothing that stopped me from taking charge here. The Cavaros were going to die. Even if I had to follow them back to their base.
Their base… the one Jaxson had talked about. Saying that they’d taken over a nightclub. The Red Floor.
They’re fucking retreating back there. Allison probably was there last night before heading home. Her friends might still be there.
I hurried outside, knowing my destination, with my brothers and Beast right behind me.
“Going to The Red Floor,” I shouted. “I know that’s where they are.”
Jaxson nodded as he hopped on his bike, ordering everyone to follow the two of us. If anyone had questioned my judgment, they sure as hell weren’t going to question Jaxson’s.
I checked and saw I had my pistol and a rifle I had grabbed just as I exited the building. I didn’t have my body armor on, but I couldn’t wait to put that on. This was just one dangerous run I’d have to take on without any protection. Hell, wouldn’t be the first time.
I revved the engine of my bike and gunned it, roaring ahead and heading toward the highway to take us to The Red Floor. Seconds later, Jaxson and the rest of the crew came up behind us. We were probably going well over a hundred miles per hour at that point, but I didn’t care. If the police had a problem with us, one of them could stop and distract the cops—just provided it wasn’t me. This was a battle I was going to fight, and no one, not even the police, was going to stop me.
As it turned out, no one stopped us. We had to swerve past a few cars, and I’m sure some of them were wondering what had the Kinsmen driving so fast on a relatively early morning at this hour, but they all had the smart sense to stay the hell away from us while this unfolded.
We drove so fast that before the nightclub came into view, I could see the trail end of some Cavaros thinking they had made an easy escape. That was a mistake on their part. No one was going to escape, and if they were, it was to someplace far, far away from us. None of them were getting out of this alive if I had a chance to do anything about it.
The one furthest in the rear realized that we had shown up, but I had a bullet in his back before he could get away. That left about a half-dozen other bikers who were a little further away, along with anyone inside the building. I charged ahead, catching up to the other ones as the club came into view. I managed to get a second and clipped a third, but the rest escaped into a garage that was guarded by two Cavaros wielding machine guns. I barely managed to swerve away before the onslaught of bullets came my way.
I pulled back behind a corner where my brothers were waiting.
“You’re a fucking crazy man, Zeke,” Simon said.
“I want them fucking dead, what’s so crazy about that?” I said back.
“Alright, shut up,” Jaxson said, taking control of the situation. “We’ve got five of us and who knows how many of them. We need to move in and act swiftly; if we get pinned down, we’re as good as dead. So we need to be on our bikes until the last possible moment, and then, o
nce we move in off them, we need to make sure we cover all angles so we can avoid getting overwhelmed. Got it?”
“Let’s charge toward those guards,” I said. “They’re guarding the open garage. We can run in and take out whoever is left. Let’s fucking go.”
I was too eager and too hyped right now. I had to fucking see them dead, plans be damned.
“Simon? Matthew? Any objections?” Jaxson said.
No one was going to say yes. Not even Simon, who was married to a Cavaro. We’d be over with this bullshit in a matter of minutes, and either we’d be dead or they would. And let’s just say I had no intentions of kicking the fucking bucket yet, not at twenty-three years old.
“Fucking hell,” I said. “I’m going in.”
“Let’s do it!” Jaxson shouted.
I revved my bike, feeling no reason to hide the fact that I was coming, and drove straight toward the garage. I could see the smirks on the faces of the guards, who probably thought that they had an easy job of picking us off from afar.
That was, until they realized we weren’t coming for the front entrance of the club—we were coming for them.
I lined up my shot for the guard on the left, pulled the trigger, and hit him square in the chest. It didn’t kill him instantly, but my second bullet took care of him. Jaxson, to my right, also took care of the other guard, and we hopped off our bikes as we hurried into the side entrance of the nightclub.
We waited until we were all inside—myself, Jaxson, Simon, Matthew, and Beast—and we moved in quickly but carefully; we were going to end the Cavaros, but we were going to make sure to do so without suffering from any casualties. We moved through a hallway before we came to an open room, the main dance floor, with about six Cavaros. We quickly fanned out and took our shots.
“Fucking Kinsmen!” one of the men shouted. “And the goddamn bastard who married Rosella!”
“We end this now!” Jaxson shouted. “Don’t let anyone live!”
I went into a zone unlike anything I had ever felt before; it was like I didn’t even hear my own gunfire. I just saw targets, picked them off, one by one. The others did the same as well; the Cavaros might have been skilled in the art of taunting, warning, and terrorizing, but in the game of weapons and shootouts, they didn’t have much of a case.
