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“Seen how you watch me, boy. Seen how you’ve tried to make me fucking jealous with the whores. You ready to own up to your feelings yet?”
His scent surrounded me, making my cock throb. Motor oil and leather, with just a hint of whatever soap he’d used. My brain muddled, making speech near impossible. I licked my lips to wet them, and his gaze zeroed in on it.
He tightened his grip for a few moments before loosening it. “Say. It.”
I was so on edge that my voice was little more than a whisper. “Kiss me.”
“Close enough.” His grumbled words sent another jolt of heat through me that had me slapping my hands against the rough timber of the fence to stop myself from grabbing his hips. I didn’t want to do anything to risk ending whatever was happening between us.
With a low growl, he shifted his grip up my throat until he forced my face into the angle he wanted, then he leaned in. The moment he pressed his firm lips against mine, I gasped in pleasure as my cock throbbed behind my fly. Making the most of my mouth opening, he slid his tongue in and stroked it against mine. Unable to keep my hands off him now, I gripped his hips and tried to tug his body in against me, but he held himself away, not allowing me to move him. A whimper tore from my throat but before I could get up in my head about the rejection, his left hand was between us, flicking open the button on my jeans and lowering the zipper.
My breath caught in my throat when he clamped his teeth down on my lower lip a moment before he released me while he shoved his hand into my pants, under my boxer-briefs to wrap his fingers around my throbbing cock.
“Fuck!”
A full body shudder shook me while he smirked and ran his thumb over the head of my dick before proceeding to stroke me from root to tip, the whole while his hand on my throat kept me locked against the fence. I was helpless to whatever Bomber wanted to do to me, and it was the hottest fucking encounter I’d ever had.
“You want me to make you come, you gotta earn that. On your knees, boy.”
Suddenly his hands were off me and he stepped away, the cold air of the night flowing between us clearing my head enough that I could hear the party going on around us. Inhaling deeply as Bomber went for his own belt and fly, my gaze caught on the action behind him. The sight of the club whores who were being used by brothers the way Bomber wanted to use me washed over me like a bucket of ice water.
I shook my head. I couldn’t do this. Couldn’t let the club see that I liked men as well as women. Couldn’t have Bomber treat me as nothing more than a male club whore. Tears stung my eyes, making me feel even smaller, more ashamed. Shoving my now soft cock away and zipping up my pants, I didn’t bother with the button before I dashed to the side and sprinted for the back door of the clubhouse before shit could escalate more than it already had.
Fuck this night.
“Food is here! Bank, getcha ass over here and let’s fire up this grill you built.”
Scout’s shout pulled me from my trip down memory lane and with a wince, I forced my gaze away from Bomber, who was still staring back at me. Draining the rest of my beer, I grabbed a fresh one before I went over to join the club president.
***
Bomber
Clenching my jaw in frustration as Bank ran from me again, I went over to the cooler to get myself a fresh beer.
“Hey, mate. Here you go.”
“Thanks.”
Taz was one of several new faces around the Charon MC that hadn’t been here six and a bit years ago when I was last home. He was also one of my new neighbors. As far as I could tell, I was the seventh Charon MC brother to move into a house on this street. Scout was talking about petitioning the township council to change the street name. To be honest, I wasn’t sure if he was joking or not.
“Looking like we’re gonna lose that man soon if something doesn’t change.”
I turned back to the big Aussie. “You talking about Bank?”
He nodded. “Yeah, mate. He’s been coming to fewer events over the last year, but he’s really been avoiding shit these last couple months. He’s always at church and the mandatory stuff, but this little get-together is the first social thing I’ve seen him at in a bloody long time.”
Lifting my beer, I took a long pull before I responded. I didn’t want to say something that would hint at what had happened between us all those years ago. Nothing spread faster in an MC than gossip. If I gave away that I felt more for Bank than any of my other club brothers, it’d be all over the club before the sun set. And since no one seemed to realize Bank liked both men and women, I didn’t think he would appreciate me outing him. “You got any idea why?”
“Pretty sure it’s mostly due to that bitch of his. Karen rides his ass hard. Every time she comes around to a club function, they always end up arguing. Not sure why he’s keeping her ‘round. He never patched her, so he can’t be serious about her.”
Taz shrugged and moved away toward his wife, who’d just come into the yard. He grabbed hold of his one-year-old daughter to swing her up into the air, making the little girl squeal with happiness.
Tearing my gaze from the sight that had caused an ache in my heart, I faced the small gathering of brothers and old ladies around my new grill that Bank had built for me. Seeing all the happy couples, along with that look we’d just shared, I was seriously wondering if it wasn’t too late to see if something would work between us, assuming he’d get rid of that viper of his sometime soon. Taz’s words about how Bank had changed since I’d been home had a spark of hope igniting deep in my soul.
As a gay man in the Air Force, it wasn’t like I’d had a heap of opportunities to date or even hook up. Pretty sure most of my section had assumed I was celibate because I never took up the freely offered pussy. If any of them had guessed I was gay, they’d never said anything to me. Although, that might have been because as the squadron’s mechanic, they wanted to be on my good side.
Here in the Charons, I’d never hidden my sexuality. Didn’t have to. My club brothers accepted me just as I was, but still, I didn’t go around flaunting it. It had been a damn long time since I’d had any sort of serious relationship. Although, not to say I hadn’t had the occasional hook up, because I wasn’t actually celibate. I’d just always kept them away from both my military and club brothers.
