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I made a small rumble of pleasure that resonated from deep within my chest. “I’ll be your aftercare whenever you want me to,” I promised him. I brushed a kiss to his brow. “Get some rest. I’m going to finish this movie.”
He nodded and burrowed his face against my chest, his body relaxing against mine as sleep took him under within a few mere seconds. He really had been tired.
I ran my eyes over his features as his face relaxed in sleep. I really wished he took better care of himself, but he was Capone. The president. The man we all turned to in our time of need. He had the weight of the world on his shoulders, and he wasn’t good at sharing that burden. Not even with me—his VP and his equal.
So, I did things like this for him when I could. It was the only way I could take some of the burden from him, even if just for a moment.
Capone wasn’t God, no matter how much he liked to pretend he was. He had needs, too. He was human, just like the rest of us.
All I could do was try to take care of him as well as he took care of the rest of us.
TWO DAYS LATER
I groaned and spread my thighs wider apart to accommodate Rider’s slim body. We’d come in from a run late last night and crashed into bed together after a quick shower, too tired to do anything else. But apparently, Rider was well-rested because he was waking me up with some fuckingamazinghead.
Two days had passed since Capone had curled into bed with me, but he seemed to be doing a bit better since spending the night with me and letting me take care of him. It was the only reason I hadn’t put up a fight when he’d sent me on the run with Rider yesterday morning to do the gun sale.
“That’s it, boy,” I rumbled, lacing my fingers in Rider’s purple hair. He moaned around my cock, the ball of his tongue piercing sliding over my head just like I loved before he sucked me deep into the back of his throat. I moaned and tightened my fingers in his hair, thrusting even deeper down his warm, tight throat. Like the greedy whore he was, he only ground his cock against the mattress, seeking friction as he swallowed around me.
“Fuck,” I rasped, the muscles in my thighs tightening when he continued to suck me even harder, his tongue licking all over me like he just wanted to steal all the flavor off of me he could. I yanked on his hair and popped him off of me. “Get up here.Now,” I growled. Fuck, he had a way of driving me fucking insane. If he kept up with that wicked tongue, I wasn’t going to last.
He grinned at me and licked his lips, flashing that fucking wicked tongue ring at me. His thighs straddled me, powerful with muscles, and he gripped my cock, rubbing the head along his hole. I closed my eyes, groaning when his slickness spread over me.
“Been playing with yourself this morning?” I rumbled, opening my eyes to look at him. His colorful tattoos were on display, his pierced nipples gleaming at me in the dim light of the room. The pierced tip of his cock glinted in the morning light, teasing me. Reaching out, I rubbed my thumb over the tip of his cock, gently pulling on the bar running through it. He hissed a breath through his teeth, his eyes momentarily rolling back in his head.
I loved using his piercings to tease him.
“Prepping,” he rasped, shuddering when I thumbed the head of his cock again. Then, he seated himself on me, and I growled his name, my hands latching onto his thighs with a bruising grip. He groaned and pressed his hands to my chest, his black-colored nails gripping the hair there. I hissed a breath through my teeth, but then the pain that shot through my chest was quickly forgotten when he began to ride me, his thighs tensing beneath my hands as he expertly bounced on my thick cock.
“That’s it, boy,” I praised. My neck muscles strained with the urge it took to not flip him over and fuck him into the mattress. “Ride that cock. You like how big it is? How much it stretches you?”
Rider whimpered and panted, nodding his head, his green eyes glazed over with lust. He gasped and choked when my cock brushed his prostate. His body shuddered, and I angled my hips for him, making sure I hit that sweet spot inside of him over and over until he was spurting cum all over my chest and stomach.
Flipping him onto his back, I hiked his legs up over my shoulders and pounded into his tight ass. He was moaning and whimpering like a perfect little whore, his muscles tightening as he took the pounding I was giving him.
“T-Tank,” he choked. “F-F-Fuuuuuuck,” he cried out, his neck arching beautifully.
I leaned over him and molded our lips together, forcing my tongue into his mouth. He groaned and eagerly kissed me back, his tongue dancing with mine. With a snarl of his name, I spilled into his ass, marking him and dirtying him up.
“Shit,” he whispered when I flopped to my back next to him. He closed his eyes and rolled on his side, snuggling against me. Rider was a hardass to the rest of the world, but with us—the club and April—he was soft as hell, and he wasextremelytouchy-feely. I loved how needy he could be. Couldn’t get enough of it.
And we were his safe space. It meant the world to me that he trusted us enough to be his true self—crazy-colored hair, painted nails, and all. I’d never change him for the world.
“You good?” I asked him, running my fingers through his purple hair.
He nodded, pressing a kiss to my bicep. “Need a shower, but I don’t think my legs will work.”
I chuckled and brushed a kiss to the top of his head. “I’ll help you bathe. Come on. I’m sure April will be up shortly making breakfast.”
If anything made Rider get up, it was the idea of April, no matter what she might be doing. He rolled over and sat up. Slowly, he stood to his feet, his legs shaky. I quickly got out of bed and placed my hand on his lower back, walking with him to my shower.
Where I got the naughty boy off one more time just because I was a generous son of a bitch.
When we emerged from my room, Rider headed to his to get dressed, and I headed out into the main area. Sure enough, I could see April in the kitchen, working on breakfast for all of us. None of us had missed a meal since we took her in unless we were on the road. She took such good care of us. No one could ever replace her in our lives or in our hearts. She was a part of us.
Without her, we would surely crumble.
“Church, babe,” Capone told me.
