“Know how to ride a bike?” Dev asked, his tone doubtful as hell as he decided the zipper only needed to rise about halfway and brought it back down to the center.
“Yeah.” Cash wiggled his fingers for the keys.
Dev’s gaze lifted to his, one brow arching, the other lowering. His eyes narrowed. “You said you’d never…”
Cash cut him off, “ridden on the back of a bike. I haven’t. I do ride.”
“Did you just call me a dumbass?” Dev declared.
Cash’s fingers wiggled again. “Only a small one.”
Just like that, the doubt changed. Dev dug his hand in his pocket, producing the keys, and dropped them in Cash’s hand.
“You’re a showman, aren’t you?” Cash said quietly. Dev answered by dramatically pulling Cash into his arms, drawing him roughly against his body for the entire club to see. He kissed Cash in the same manner, hot and heavy, rough, mouthy, and full of invasive tongue. One hand went to Cash’s cock, the other grabbed his ass. Dev gyrated his hips while stroking Cash front to back.
He couldn’t help growing hard under the ridiculous assault.
Dev’s head reared back and the shift in weight took Cash by surprise. Dev leaned against him. Cash helped hold the biker upright as he howled at the moon. “My bitch is gonna fuck me on the back of my bike tonight.”
Dev winked his way. “Bareback with multiple come-loads. Fuck the devil right out of me.” Then he gave another whooping holler.
~~~
Dev’s motivation for his actions was to be bold—his normal state, to be brave—something he tried to be every minute of every day—and to put on such a show for his brothers that no one questioned why he and Cash had stayed alone inside the building for so long.
The other reason for his exiting performance was that he got to pretend to his brothers that someone normal, so wonderfully, beautifully normal, wanted to spend time with him. So much so it appeared Cash had left his good values back home, putting them aside to come hang out with Dev in his natural environment, full of sin and debauchery.
The sweet words Cash muttered earlier, the love and devotion stated so clearly, were now etched on his heart forever. Fuck whatever happened tomorrow. Tonight, he had the man of his dreams in his arms, and he wanted to be there.
Dev hadn’t spoken a single lie tonight. He planned to fuck the shit out of both pretty boy’s mouth and ass and have it all returned on him. But their sex was private from here on out. The place he wanted to make love to Cash was inside his bedroom. Private. No one watching. He still had to figure out how to record them without anyone else knowing… Because fuck if he was giving up having a replay of their adventures.
He had fallen hard for a guy with a cock so addicting that he actually considered turning on his brothers. Hell, he had turned on his brothers. Cash being there with him tonight was the proof. The sick motherfuckers needed a good old fashion wake-up call.
~~~
So many times in this operation, Cash found himself just enjoying his unguarded moments with Dev. The ride home with Dev hugging his body, holding on for what he claimed was dear life, had become one of those precious times.
The chilly night air had them both bundled the best they could. Well, Dev had his leathers in his saddlebag. He was fine, but Cash was too. They rode up and down the streets of downtown Dallas. Dev guided him on a scenic route, twisting and turning as they went. They were fluid together, like always. A trait he’d never experienced with another living soul before.
What Cash loved the most about the ride was Dev’s roaming hands. He’d happily brave the chill as long as Dev’s hands continued to touch his skin as they did. Up and under the hem of his jacket and shirt, tweaking his nipples then caressing down to massage his cock.
His biker lifted his helmet, the one Cash had insisted he wear, to place a kiss between his shoulder blades or yell a comment about how Cash’s cock felt in his ass tonight. Dev was feeling good, but not drunk or even tipsy. He was engaged in every single minute they shared together, just like Cash.
“Turn right here,” Dev instructed. He did, taking them down a darkened road. With a twist of the throttle, he opened up the bike, riding full speed until Dev tapped his leg, indicating he take a turn again. He slowed them down, leaning into the curve before coming to the end of a residential street.
They weren’t in the best neighborhood. Actually, worse than a bad neighborhood based on the condition of the homes around them. Any other time, Cash’s senses would be on heightened alert, wondering where he was being taken, but not tonight, not with Dev at his back.
Dev motioned him onto the edge of a vacant lot at the end of the road. As he popped the curb, he saw a highway right below them. The further he went on the property, the more he saw the buildings in downtown Dallas in the distance. The colorful lights of the skyscrapers were on full display.
He cut the engine, balancing the bike between his parted thighs. Dev took his helmet off and dismounted the bike. Cash lowered the kickstand, carefully letting the bike lean.
“Come see.” Dev motioned him toward the edge of the property.
Cash rested back on the seat, slower to move as Dev walked ten or so paces ahead of him. He recognized how completely fucked he was. Everything Dev did turned him on. He loved watching Dev move. Coming or going. Didn’t matter which way, Dev oozed sexy. The most alluring man he’d ever known.
His slightly bowed legs as he walked… Cash had to wipe the drool off his lip. He wondered if Dev was made that way or was it something he developed as an adult? Did anyone really have that much natural swagger?
Dev cast a glance to his side then stopped. He did a full-body turn as if searching for him. Once he spotted him still on the bike, the grin he got matched the very attitude he’d just been questioning. Dev pivoted around, giving Cash the pleasure of watching him walk back toward him.
