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He’s an oxygen thief. I hold on letting him devour me.
“Fuck.” He lifts his head, eyes wild, savage. Then he lowers his forehead to mine and sucks more of my breath into him.
“I can’t breathe.” I gasp, trying to get some air in. Oxygen thief swirls through my head as our lips barely touch.
“I have to go. I’m late.” He grins and leans in to kiss my sore lips, which feel like they have been bruised, never to recover.
“I want to take you on my bike before you leave.”
“Yes, but I’m only going to USC. I can still—”
“Tomorrow.” His phone starts ringing again and he scrubs his hand over his face. “Look, I want to be honest with you. I’m dealing with the mother of my baby girl. She’s crazy.” He drops his helmet and grabs me as I let out a small shriek, unable to stop smiling. No matter what, this is the best day ever.
“I should leave you alone. Your mom is right.” He brings me in so close. His dick presses against me and it’s hard. And at this very moment, I give him my heart. And I will give him my virginity too. This guy is it for me. I don’t even feel guilty about Debbie anymore. After all, he says she’s crazy.
His phone vibrates again and we both stare at each other. Lifting my sunglasses, he smiles at me. It’s sexy but also tender, and I want to leap into his arms and beg him to take me with him.
“I want you on my bike,” he says, his voice low. Time stops. Sounds disappear. It’s almost as if I dreamed this. With one hand, he gently rubs my lips; then he leans down and brushes them with his warm ones. I taste salt. He’s sweating and my core pulses. Is there anything sexier?
“Tomorrow.” He kisses the tip of my nose, picks up his helmet, and leaves me barely breathing as he answers his phone. I think he’s yelling at someone but sounds don’t seem to mean things right at this moment. All I know is that he wants me on his bike. I’ll never be the same again.DAVID
PresentNine years. I close my eyes and let the warm sun touch my face as I try to fight the demons that want to rip me open and make me bleed. I never thought to be back in this room, a room so familiar I often dream of it. This whole clubhouse haunts me. The ghosts are still too fresh. I stand facing the large window and the backyard beyond it. If I cared to open my eyes, I’d see a pool. The sound of kids screaming and laughing means the party must have moved around. Fuck, this place holds the answers that now drive me. My arms tingle, the scars left behind by needle marks sting, almost beckoning me to fill my veins up with smack. Let the warm blanket of bliss take over and put all my demons to rest. But not this time. I need those demons to feed me like a fire needs oxygen. I’m here to atone and seek my revenge. I should have taken care of this nine years ago. But I’m a different man now. I would have failed them back then.
“Hello… David.” The door to the conference room opens and my cousin—the president of the Disciples—and his enforcer step in. Our eyes meet as his narrow and he crosses his arms. I don’t give two shits if he’s not happy to see me. I’m not here for a family gathering. If I had my way, I’d never come back. But it’s time. I need Blade. I need my club, my family.
“Mind telling me why you’re stinking up our sacred room with your fucking suit?” He cocks his head, eyeing me with distrust. I almost snort. I know Blade inside and out and he doesn’t scare me. We’re more like brothers than cousins. Seeing as we are the same age, I can’t remember a single moment of my childhood without him. He’s the president of the Disciples, a one-percenter motorcycle club.
But to me, he’s my cousin. When push comes to shove, we have each other’s backs.
“You look good, man.” I walk over to the old conference table and pull out a chair.
“Fuck you, David.” He crosses the room and leans his hands on the table, his green eyes full of torment. That’s what I bring to the people I love or even don’t love. Torment.
“I need you and I need the club.” I look him in the eyes. He straightens and glances at Ryder who might have grown larger if that’s possible.
“He’s got balls.” They both snicker. “You always had balls, brother… I’ll give you that.”
I cross one leg and open up my suit jacket. “This isn’t about balls, Jason—”
