Heart Ripper - Coffin Nails MC (gay biker M/M romance) (Sex & Mayhem Book 9) (18 page)

Hunter stepped closer and picked up the coffee.
“Is there something you want to tell me?”

David’s skin broke out in goose bumps, but Hunter
spoke before he could embarrass himself.

“You’ve met a girl, haven’t you? Is she not
Catholic, or something?”

David’s throat went dry. If he pretended there was
a girl, Hunter would make it his job to meet her, so David couldn’t say that.
And despite coming out being somewhere in David’s throat, it just didn’t seem
to be able to pass his lips.

“N-no. But just if there was someone in the
future, or if something changed… I need to know I’d have somewhere to live.”

Hunter stepped closer and patted David’s shoulder.
“That’s what family’s for, right? We support each other, and I’m not losing
contact with you after Mom and Dad kept us apart for so many years.”

“Thank you.” David released a long breath. Coming
out would have to wait.

The day of the vote came quicker than Raja would
have liked, and he could still feel David’s kisses on his skin after the
amazing night they spent together. Technically, he could lie to Blade and claim
he’d fucked David. Even go as far as buying a pair of briefs and pretending
they were David’s, but now the whole idea of the bet itself felt rotten. There
was a certain sanctity to bets, and he wouldn’t cheat just to get his way. On
top of that, he didn’t even want Blade to think he’d gone through with the
deed.

He’d gone to Hunter’s house thinking he’d easily
seduce David, provide the proof he needed, and have some fun on top of that,
but somehow the last twenty-four hours spun in a completely different
direction. He’d been horrified when he realized the baby was there, and they
hadn’t fucked in the end, but he’d really enjoyed himself. Once David loosened
up, he was a joy to be around, and his honesty was yet another blow to Raja’s
initial plan. How could he just lie to someone so kind and so eager to make him
happy? It left a bad taste in his mouth, even though David had freaked Raja out
in the morning, when he called him his boyfriend.

Thankfully, Hunter and Asty chose the right moment
to come in, and their presence saved Raja from the necessity of making a
declaration himself. David had to understand sex didn’t equal commitment, but
it wasn’t the right time yet.

When he parked his bike in front of the service
station, with the summer sun pouring down on his head, the person he needed to
talk to was right there, greeting him with a smile as he smoked his cigarette,
sitting on a rusty lawnmower someone left there for no reason.

“The prez himself!” Blade gave him a small wave.

Raja growled on the inside, but as he parked the
bike underneath the awning, he called Bade over with a gesture. “There’s
something we need to talk about.”

“Oh, yeah?” Blade smirked, but his eyes were
hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. “How’d it go?”

Raja crossed his arms on his chest, knowing he
needed to be as stern as possible. “I decided not to do it. If you have beef
with Hunter, you need to confront him, but we shouldn’t pull a civilian into
this. David’s practically an altar boy. It doesn’t feel right to lie to him to
get into his pants.”

Blade stilled and pursed his lips. “You pussied
out?
Altar boy
? He has no boyfriend, does he? Aren’t gay bitches fair
game when they’re single?”

“Yeah, but I’m not the kind of guy he needs in his
life. I’m not gonna traumatize him over a stupid drunken bet someone made
because David’s brother’s being a douche. I could have done it last night, but
I’m not gonna.” Raja didn’t really see Hunter acting like a dick either, but he
couldn’t know what was happening behind his back. In any case, he wasn’t a
messenger to deliver petty revenge on Blade’s behalf.

Blade wrapped his arms around his chest. The smell
of his sweat made Raja even angrier about the bet than he’d been before. “The
boy’s not a baby. He can make his own choices. Fuck that then. You lose.”

“And what is that supposed to mean?”

“You don’t get my vote.”

Raja smirked, but he could already feel his
muscles harden. “It’s a pretty weak vote if it relies on whether I fuck an
eighteen-year-old kid or not. Shouldn’t you be doing what you think is best for
the club anyway?”

“I was willing to be swayed if my prez has balls.”
Blade sneered at him.

“If you value balls so much, maybe show some and
talk to Hunter instead of sending me to fuck his little brother.”

“Maybe I will!” Blade hissed and pushed Raja’s
chest. “And I’ll vote for what I think is best for this club. It’s already hard
to keep our heads above water as is, without new operations underway!”

Raja snorted. “What did you expect when you
joined? Free food and pretty hangarounds fanning you as you lie in your bed?
The club’s about brotherhood, but it’s also a business, and in this equation,
you are an investor who doesn’t get to just back away when there’s risk.”

He noticed Smurf come out of the service station
and watch them with a dubious expression. “You two all right? Are we ready to
vote?”

Blade kicked a can to the side and headed for the
door. “Ready.”

Raja smiled as if nothing had happened, even
though the conversation left him disturbed. Blade had always been the closest
to him out of all the guys, so why was he not giving Raja’s plan a chance?
“Yes, we can all gather inside.”

Despite their friendship getting on a rocky path,
the confrontation with Blade gave Raja the motivation to give the guys one more
pep talk. He also threw in an offer for a party with strippers dressed up as
nurses serving vodka in syringes if they voted the drug deal through, just to
put them into the right mindset. That idea seemed to finally sway Smurf to his
side, and the vote was a success despite Blade, the stubborn goat, voting
against him. The man was such a sore loser.

After yet another debate about the logistics of
the deal, it was time to have a few shots, and those only made Raja’s ego dizzy
with the victory. He looked around at his brothers, and he couldn’t help the
feeling that they were all now on a good path that, while not without
challenges, would help them get out of this post-patchover slump.

With Blade having excused himself and leaving the
party early, the mood became much more relaxed in the clubhouse. As the rest of
them talked, Raja’s mind kept drifting back to David. Somehow, now that the bet
was off, Raja wanted him even more. He might fuck David’s ass or not, but it
wouldn’t happen due to a bet but because they both felt like it. David would
not betray his trust and talk to anyone about Raja’s secrets, and Raja wouldn’t
betray David either. They’d both shared things with each other only, and it
created a bond Raja couldn’t quite grasp yet.

His fingers mindlessly fiddled with his phone as
Pete was busy explaining to Smurf and Spin how insurance companies sucked US
citizens dry. And just as Raja anticipated, there was a text from David waiting
for him.

[
My cactus sprouted flowers!
] read the
text, which also included a selfie of a proudly smiling David with the plant on
his head in a tiny blue pot.

Raja smiled. That guy was too cute for his own
good. Such easy prey, too.

The thought was a sobering one, but at least with
the bet out of the way, Raja’s conscience was clear, so he wrote back.

[
That’s impressive. I’m very happy to see you
and your cactus, if you get my drift...
] Yes, it was a bit lame, but he
couldn’t help himself and waited to see what David would make out of the text.

Even seeing on the screen that David was writing
had Raja’s skin prickle with excitement.

[Are you trying to say my penis has spikes in it?
Ugh…]

[Even if it had, they couldn’t deter me.] wrote
back Raja.

[It wouldn’t be very safe though… ;) What are you
up to?]

Raja leaned back, giddy to tell someone about his
success. He couldn’t give David any details, of course, but it would be nice to
share something. [
Having a good day so far. My plans at work are taking
shape.
]

[! You have to tell me all about it. Will you be
in Detroit again next week?]

[
Yes. Wanna do something?
] asked Raja,
chewing on his lip when David took two seconds before starting to write. They
could meet up over the weekend. Maybe David would agree to visit Raja here? He
did seem enthusiastic when Raja told him about the trip to California.

[Of course! I want to take a ride on your bike. Is
that possible, or is it against biker code? Hunter took me on his, but it’s not
the same.]

Raja bit back a laugh not to alarm his friends,
who were still elbow-deep in Pete’s next conspiracy theory. [It’s my bike. I
can ride with anyone I want. I bet you’ll enjoy sitting against my back, with
the engine throbbing against your thighs.]

[With you between my legs…]

Choir boy was coming out of his shell.

[
You want to fuck on the bike?
] asked Raja,
intrigued. It could work, technically, but it wouldn’t be comfortable.

[I was just trying to be sexy! Gah!]

Raja could picture David, getting all flustered
and worked up over this.

[You’re still very sexy. One day, once you’re
broken in the way you need to, I’m gonna fold you over my bike and fuck your
sweet pale ass.] he promised, getting slightly hot under the collar himself.

[How do I ‘need to’ be broken in…?]

Raja shifted on the couch, wondering if David was
flirting with him or genuinely asking. [
I need to fuck you long and hard a
few times.
]

[And you’ll do that?]

As if that question even needed to be asked. Raja
would do it with pleasure, show David just how much his tight little ass could
take. Raja remembered how eagerly David responded to spanking, and couldn’t
wait to do it again.

He excused himself and rushed outside. It was dark
already, but with his cell phone on, he could see just enough of the ground to
safely walk to the back of the clubhouse where no one would see him. [
I’m
gonna spread you open and drill my cock inside you as many times as you want.
]
he wrote.

[I’ve been fantasizing about it today at the shop,
and I had to make a short err… break. I can hardly think about anything else
but you.]

Raja chewed on his lower lip and watched the
message as heat filled his cock, making it strain for release. His mind flooded
with images of David sneaking into the backroom of the flower shop and
furiously jerking off, only to spray his sperm all over the wall. It was too
fucking sexy.

He quickly dialed David’s number and put the cool
phone against his ear.

“Oh… oh hey,” David uttered, and Raja could almost
feel the warmth of his breath on his cheek. Fuck, he wanted to feel it again
soon. To see David struggle with taking a cock down his throat but still want
more.

“What did you think about when you took your
break?” answered Raja, already squeezing himself through his jeans as he
listened to the trembling breath on the other side of the line.

“I imagined you could come in through the door any
minute. There were so many customers today. If you sneaked in to the restroom
with me, we’d have to be really quiet.” David’s breath got heavier. “You’d
slide my jeans down and press your hard cock against my buttocks.”

Raja groaned and unzipped his pants, almost
dropping the phone. “Fuck. I’d have to keep my hand on your dirty mouth as I
fuck you,” he said and got to his toes when he grabbed his cock in a steady
grip.

“You would. You could even push your fingers into
my mouth to keep me quiet. I’d let you slide your cock in, and you could have
me however you liked.” David’s whisper was so arousing Raja wanted to be there
right now and do exactly what David said.

“Shit, babe,” uttered Raja, swirling his thumb
over the head of his cock as he tuned in to David’s soft voice. It sent shivers
over his ear, and they spread all over the side of Raja’s head where the phone
touched it. “That’s so fucking shameless.”

“Me? No. I’d be very ashamed.” David let out a
raspy laugh. “But I’d let you do it anyway. I can almost feel it. Feel you in
so deep you’re pressing your hips against my ass.”

Raja closed his eyes. He couldn’t believe it was
sweet, proper David saying those things, but he loved it. Oh, how he loved it.

“Can you lock the door?” he whispered.

“Why?” But Raja could hear footsteps in the
background already.

Raja spat on his hand, and the slow jerk became
all the more pleasant. “Because you’re gonna be touching yourself now.”

“But only five minutes. Ten tops.” David gasped,
and Raja wished he could smell the sweat surely beading on David’s neck.

“Why? Are you gonna be dining with your family
soon? They have no idea that you’re talking dirty with me right now, and when
you sit with them to eat your casserole, you will still be absentminded.”

“I’m gonna feel like I still have you in me. What
am I doing… So wrong. They could be back within the next half an hour.”

“Don’t think about them when you’re fucking me,”
muttered Raja, pulling on his cock as he imagined David hesitantly spreading
his toned legs.

“I won’t. I only think of you. Are
you
touching yourself?”

Raja snorted. “Yes. I’m outside, and my friends
have no idea,” he said, biting back another laugh.

“I’d love to be there with you. I’d kneel in the
grass and worship your dick. Is that too dirty?”

Raja imagined David in his single bed, already
touching himself through his sweatpants. The way David said
worship
spoke of a hunger that Raja couldn’t wait to satisfy. Raspy and sweet at the
same time, like a cornflake cookie. “No. I love dirty. I want to come on your
face once I’m done with you. Do you also want that?”

“Y-yes… I want to feel you
cum
so hot on my
skin.” And David said ‘cum’ just the way Raja taught him. “I want to see your
cock up close when you orgasm.”

Raja started pumping his cock faster. “I want you
to jerk off. Lie on your back and spread your legs.”

“Yes, are you imagining it? Wait.”

Raja heard the sound of a snapshot, and he knew
exactly what was coming when he received a picture. David on his bed, with his
sweatpants pulled down to his ankles. His legs spread. His cock gloriously hard
and dark.

Raja cursed beneath his breath, hardly keeping his
gasping at bay as he rocked his hips against his closed hand. “You’re so nasty.
Showing yourself like this and jerking off for me. I fucking love it. It’s a
shame it’s a bit too dark for a picture here, but my dick’s so hard for you.
I’d come if I could touch it against you.”