Heart Ripper - Coffin Nails MC (gay biker M/M romance) (Sex & Mayhem Book 9) (19 page)

“Where would you touch it against?” David laughed.
“And for the record I only send these to you.”

Raja frowned and stalled for a moment.
“Obviously.” He started pumping again, relaxing against the wall. “Your cheek.
I would refuse you my dick, no matter how much you want to suck it. And I would
come all over you.”

“That’s so cruel!” David moaned. “I’d have to use
my fingers to lick it all up. It turned me on so much when you licked it off my
neck last time…”

Raja groaned, and his mind dripped with
caramel-coated fantasies of David lying under him, debauched, happy, and
smeared with fresh spunk. “It’s hard work. Wait ‘til I take care of your ass.
You are gonna be forever craving my dick after I’m done with it.”

“I’m sure you can do it right. I keep imagining
it. I’m still a bit scared, but I’m so horny too,” David whined, and Raja could
hear him rhythmically jerking off.

“We’ll get there next time we meet. I’m gonna make
you feel so good,” whispered Raja, completely focused on the waves of pleasure
washing over him again and again.

“You know what turns me on?” David let out a moan
that went straight to Raja’s cock. “The mere idea of it. Of your big body on
top of me. Riding me for your own pleasure. And I just give in. Your beard
tickles me, and… gah… it’s so sexy.”

“It’s gonna happen soon. Do we have a deal?”
whispered Raja as he rushed toward climax, unable to focus on anything but the
hot conversation.

“Yes, I trust you. And I want it. I want you to
hold me tight.” David’s voice was like a helping hand on Raja’s cock. So eager
to please, so needy yet not pushy.

Raja groaned his pleasure as his cock spurted cum
and his knees went soft. It was so, so good. It could only be better if he were
lying in bed with David now, with the perspective of a nap in the near future.

David echoed his sentiment. “I wish I could be
there now to lick it all up.” The sound of him masturbating was fervent in the
background. “I’d be right there, just kneeling, and sucking on your cock until
it’s soft.”

That boy was learning so fast it amazed Raja. “I
think I need to call you more frequently,” he said and eventually put his cock
back where it belonged.

David grunted and only panted for a while. Knowing
what had just happened, Raja listened, enjoying the sound of David gasping for
air. He imagined spunk dripping off David’s fist, and down to his stomach.

“Are you saying I should set up a phone sex
business?” David finally murmured.

“Definitely not. I don’t wanna drain you,” said
Raja, smirking to himself happily.

“True. That wouldn’t work. You make me lose it. I
try to be good, and then one call from you and I’m all sticky. Do you think
it’s something in my hormones? Do you think it’s easier to resist for other
people?”

Raja laughed and rubbed his face. “No, it’s not.
You’re just at this age when it’s hard.”

David sighed. “Good that I have a coach to guide
me.”

Raja smiled, and he was glad that the bet was not
in the picture anymore. That would have felt so wrong. “Happy to serve. Isn’t
it time for your dinner with family? Don’t forget to think about this when
you’re at the table.”

“You’re always on my mind, Raja.” It sounded both
peaceful and tender.

Raja swallowed hard and looked at the clouds
visible in the light of the moon. It was odd to talk so intimately with another
man, but it only made sense with a guy as young as David. He wasn’t ready for
the sex to just mean business, and Raja also found enjoyment in all the talking
and watching movies together. It was nice. With David, even watching Bollywood
was fun.

“Be a good boy tonight? I need to go back before
the guys think I’ve puked my guts out and died.”

“Good night. Thanks for this. It was… wow. Send me
something to wake up to in a few hours,” David asked, but then disconnected,
leaving Raja with a softness in his insides that he didn’t understand. It had
to be the orgasm that left him so mushy.

He found it hard to put the phone away.

Once Father Peter, the parish priest, dismissed
the gathering and the last song started, David got oddly melancholic. Prayer had
always been a consolation, and mass a personal meeting with God, but now that
the hour of contemplation was over, he was back in the clutches of his
overprotective mother. He hadn’t even realized how much she was nagging, or how
quiet Father was, before he moved out of their house. It was only Sunday, so he
was to stay for another day, and he already felt trapped.

All he could think about was that Raja was in
Detroit, and David had to decline meeting up with him because he’d already
promised his parents he would stay with them until Monday. He had only nice
things to say about his job, but every time he told his mother anecdotes from
the Flower Crown, she kept going back to Lindell being gay, so he didn’t want
to make things even worse and tell her about his not going to college. The
topic would have to wait.

He took a deep breath of holy water-scented air
and stood up from the bench. The sermon about the joys of married life wasn’t
much to his liking either. It made him feel dirty, and living with Hunter and
Asty had him increasingly sure he was not a bad person despite being gay. He
just enjoyed—

David needed to stop thinking about Raja’s cum at
church. There were limits. And now that he told himself not to think about it, of
course that was all he could think of.

“David, stop slouching. You’re gonna be a hunchback
by the time you’re forty if you keep doing that,” Mom said and patted David’s
cheek as they exited into the sunshine outside.

Father nodded without a word and drifted off with
his gaze. David was starting to think that Father wasn’t even mentally there
with them half the time.

“I’ll be fine,” David groaned and put on his
sunglasses. How was he to stay with them another day? When he left two months
ago, he was afraid of being homesick all the time, whereas in fact, he fit
right in to having a job and living with his brother.

“Maybe it’s the type of work you do, slouched over
the counter as you deal with the flowers.” Mom chewed on her lip. “Are you sure
this Lindell person isn’t overworking you?”

David let out a long sigh, but before he could
even say anything, she butted in again.

“What’s with that kind of attitude? It’s a
reasonable question.”

“No, Mom. He’s not overworking me. I learn new
things all the time, and I really enjoy it.”

She would have probably continue with the
onslaught of questions if they hadn’t been approached, but when David looked at
who was coming their way, his heart started galloping. It was Father Joseph,
along with Mrs. Fletcher, who was as deeply involved in the life of the parish
as David’s mother.

Mrs. Fletcher touched Mom’s shoulder and smiled at
them all. “Sorry to bother you, but could I steal Susan for a few seconds?”

David’s father smiled. “Not at all, I was about to
have a chat with Father Peter anyway.”

David’s eyes went wider behind his sunglasses. Did
this mean he’d be left with Father Joseph? He refused to look into the priest’s
eyes, but once his family drifted away, he had no choice but to interact with
the man he really didn’t want to see ever again.

“How is it going, David?” asked Father Joseph with
that soft voice that no longer sounded caring and God-fearing to David’s ears.
“I heard that you have a job.”

David swallowed and faked a smile as he put his
hands in his pockets, trying to be as out of reach as possible. “Yes, in a
flower shop. I live half an hour away by car, so I don’t come here as often as
I used to.”
Don’t tell him that! What if he tracks you down?

Father Joseph put his hand on David’s arm and
pulled him away from the crowd streaming out of the church. “That’s not such a
long drive. Why did you move out?”

Don’t touch me, don’t touch me.

“I don’t have a car, and I wanted some
independence, and all that,” David mumbled.

“But it’s a shame,” said Father Joseph, leading
the way toward the back of the church, with David following like an old dog
that didn’t know how to disobey its master’s lead. “Your mother misses you very
much, and your absence has been noticed among us priests and the other staff as
well.”

“I suppose there comes a time when you have to
grow up and start fending for yourself.” David was dying for this conversation
to end. Why couldn’t his mother nag him
now
?

Father Joseph pulled him into the shadow and put
both his hands on David’s shoulders, regarding him with a slight frown.
“Something’s changed about you.”

“Don’t touch me,” David muttered when he finally
gathered the courage, and he took off his sunglasses. He was done hiding. “A
lot has changed. I’m looking for my own path now.”

Father Joseph stepped back, as if David had slapped
him, but one of his hands still lingered on the uncovered skin. “Why are you so
rude? All I ever did was look out for you, David.”

A wave of guilt rolled over him, and swept away
his confidence. “I’m sorry, I just… These situations aren’t so easy to
navigate.”

“What kind of situation are you talking about? Do
you need confession?”

David rubbed his face. “I haven’t confessed my
sins for a while. I don’t even know if I should do it anymore. I’ve done some
things the church would consider sins, but I don’t think they’re all that bad.
I haven’t hurt anyone.”

Father Joseph shook his head gently, but his eyes
remained cool. “That is why it’s called a slippery slope. It’s easy to get off
the right path when sin is so sweet. I’m worried about you, David.”

“I know people my age have boyfriends and
girlfriends, and I bet they don’t confess everything they do together… do
they?” He dared to lock his gaze with Father Joseph’s.

Father Joseph combed his hair with his hand and
sighed. “If they don’t, their confession is invalid, and they are committing
sacrilege. Those matters are serious, David. Please, tell me what happened. I
can see it’s eating you up.”

David looked around the sunbathed trees planted
around the church. “I’ve been doing some stuff with a man. With my boyfriend.”
His heartbeat was so loud in his ears he could hardly think. “It’s like I can’t
help myself around him.”

Father Joseph let go of David. “Is it the man your
mother told me about? Your boss?”

“She told you about my boss?” David’s eyes went
wide. “No! Lindell would never do anything inappropriate. It’s a friend of my
brother’s.”

Father Joseph smirked, and for a moment he looked
as if he wanted to spit on the ground. “A biker.”

David took a deep breath. “Well… yes, a biker. But
he’s not like the stereotype everyone believes. He’s really nice.” Who was
David kidding? Raja was many things. Sexy, funny, confident, cocky, dangerous,
but definitely not
nice
. David’s mom would disapprove of Raja so hard,
on so many levels, that David didn’t even want to think about it.

“David, are you joking? That man is a criminal.
Biker gangs are no different from the mafia, and this one will treat you the
same way they treat their women,” hissed Father Joseph. “I thought you were
smarter than that!”

David took a step back only to hit his ass against
the church wall. “It’s not like that. And you’re talking about my brother too.
I live with him. He’s a normal person. Maybe a bit weird, but everyone has
their quirks. Shouldn’t we be tolerant as Christians?”

“I’m not about to attack them, but that doesn’t
mean I should accept the kind of behavior they represent. Your brother worships
Satan, and you really think there is nothing bad about his lifestyle?”

David groaned. “I thought it was freaky at first,
but he told me he doesn’t worship Satan. It’s just a form of expression and a
philosophy. He likes metal music. It goes together. I don’t know. I only know
that he doesn’t sacrifice cats, and my boyfriend isn’t a Satanist anyway.”

Father Joseph squinted and glanced toward the
front of the church. They were alone. “Do you know what your parents would say
if they knew?” he asked, leaning closer. His fingers ghosted over David’s hip.

“I… I imagine. But it’s my life, not theirs.”
David’s breath quickened, and he wasn’t sure where this was going anymore. Was
Father Joseph threatening him?

Father Joseph tickled David’s side, watching him
from up close. “Of course, but you surely remember what happened when your
brother made a similar decision to yours? Do you really want to be disowned by
your family?”

David squirmed. “I don’t want to hurt my parents.”
He didn’t want them to know he was gay either. He wished the life he had with
Raja could be separate from what his parents knew about him. He had been very
young when Hunter ran away from home, or rather got an ultimatum to stay true
to the faith or leave for that matter, but he still remembered the sombre
atmosphere at home after it happened.

Father Joseph sighed and pulled David closer. He
smelled of washing powder, clean and pristine, and yet David wanted to be as far
away from him as possible. “Then you will leave that man. If you need
counselling about your needs, I’m there to help.”

Adrenaline filled David’s veins in a way he’d
never felt it spike before, and he pushed Father Joseph back. The second he’d
done so, he was ashamed of his actions, but he wouldn’t apologize either. While
aggressive, his reaction wasn’t unprovoked. “I will not leave him. And I don’t
think I want your advice anymore, because it hasn’t been all that helpful!”

Father Joseph stumbled and looked at David with
his mouth open. “You haven’t listened to any of my advice!”

“I have.” It was about time David stood his
ground. Strangely enough, it felt exhilarating to finally pick a side. “You
were the one to say that being with a man can be loving, and that I
can
be happy this way.”

“Not with this kind of man.” Father Joseph
adjusted his clothes and rushed toward the front of the church.

David grumbled to himself and sat on a bench by
one of the trees. At least that was the end of this, and Father Joseph would
never want to speak to him again. David was fine with that.

[I miss you so much. I’m with my parents at
church, and they don’t have a clue what’s going on with me. I feel so trapped.]
he wrote to Raja.

His phone buzzed a moment later, but David couldn’t
bring himself to look back at it when he saw three figures moving toward him.
Father Joseph and his parents.

His heart stopped beating, and he quickly got up.
What was this about? He gave them a faint smile, but they all descended on him
like a bunch of hens looking for fresh worms.

“Are you ready to go?” he tried, but his father
cut him off.

“Father Joseph insisted that we all need to talk.
What is this about?”

Mom frowned, glancing between David and the
priest. “Is everything all right? Is this about your future choices? Do you
want to enter a seminary after all?”

David’s eyes went wide as he looked at Father
Joseph.
He wouldn’t! ...Would he?
“N-no. I don’t know what Father Joseph
might be concerned with, but anything I said to him was confidential,” he said
through clenched teeth.

His parents looked at him, visibly agitated, but
when David’s gaze met Father Joseph’s his stomach plummeted. He would not be
escaping this, and just as he thought that, the priest answered.

“I’m sorry David, but while confessions are
confidential, our conversation was just that: a conversation. I’m worried about
you, and frankly, so should your parents.”

David wrapped his arms across his chest and looked
everywhere but not at his mother. “I lied about college,” he blurted out,
hoping the chaos of this confession would wash away what Father Joseph was
actually digging at. Distraction was key.

She took such a deep breath it almost felt as if
she were about to burst. “Lied about your... David, what do you mean? You gave
us the folder about the scholarship and everything,” she said, but her voice
turned into a shriek toward the end.

Dad massaged his mouth and shook his head, giving
David a dark glare. “How dare you not tell us? You could have still had options
available.”

“I’m so sorry, but I was scared what you would
think. Now I have a job, and I’m moving forward. I’m setting new goals, and
just think about all the debt I won’t have to take on.” His heart was racing,
his palms got sweaty, and he desperately tried not to cry. How could a
priest
do this to him?

His mom’s eyes were already clouding with tears,
and all he wanted was to just leave and not have to face her disappointment.

“What David’s trying to say is that he left his
loving home in order to freely indulge in a homosexual lifestyle. With a biker
at that,” said Father Joseph coolly, holding David’s gaze. “Makes me wonder if
his older brother hasn’t had any hand in this.”

Mom shook, and she gave a sharp, choked sound as
she clutched at her shirt. “David...”

David’s father looked at the priest with a frown
as deep as the grooves being made in David’s heart. “This must be some
misunderstanding, Father. David works for a homosexual, but he doesn’t indulge
with him in that kind of lifestyle, do you, David?”

David’s teeth clattered from so much anxiety he
thought he could faint at any moment. “I… I…”

There was a ghost of a smile on Father Joseph’s
lips, just faint enough for no one else to notice. “David, please at least have
the decency to be honest with your parents for once. They want to help you.”

Mom was already crying, seemingly not needing any
confirmation from him.

“I’m gay, Mom,” David uttered, unable to think
clearly in the face of such betrayal. His brain was a tangle, yet the truth
crawled out of his lips on its own. It was like a weight off his chest, yet the
relief came with the bitter taste of Mother’s tears. He’d failed her. “I tried
to fight it, but—”