Heart Ripper - Coffin Nails MC (gay biker M/M romance) (Sex & Mayhem Book 9) (32 page)

“Soon,” whispered Raja and pulled his fingers out
of David. “Good opportunity for you to talk about my dick to strangers.”

David gasped, holding on to the wall, because his
knees were going soft. “Wouldn’t you be embarrassed?”

Raja laughed into David’s ear, and moments later,
the smooth thick cock slid between David’s lubed buttocks. “I’m never
embarrassed. I will have you wear a property vest, and you’ll never leave my
sight, so that everyone knows.”

“You feel so good.” David moaned when Raja pushed
closer, forcing David against the wall again. “I will be around for you. So
everyone knows. And I’ll suck you off after a long ride on the bike, when you
smell of sweat and leather… oh, God. I’m so dirty…”

Raja’s cock was already pressing against David’s
anus, and it was only up to David to let him in, and how could he not when Raja
was already nibbling on his ear and holding him so firmly. “You’ll be even
dirtier once I’m done with you. I’m gonna take off that condom, and you’re
gonna lick my dick clean.”

“Yes, yes I will. I love how your cum tastes.”
David was frantic and hot all over when his eager hole let Raja’s cockhead in,
stretching the sphincter and instantly making David know he was being claimed.

Raja held his hand over David’s mouth as he pushed
all the way in until David’s buttocks met Raja’s thighs and felt the tickle of
pubic hair. That dick felt so impossibly good inside him that David was already
shaking just from the sensation of fullness that came with it.

“Do you want to call over the whole party, or
what? Would you like that? Being watched as I drill into you?”

He didn’t. He was much too shy for that, but his
imagination instantly came up with the image of Raja fucking him like a madman
on the pool table. The whole party would watch David take a dick, spread out
like a mounted insect. “That’s so hot,” he whimpered into Raja’s palm, focused
on how that thick meat felt inside of him, how it throbbed and despite not
being a part of his body, in this moment it was completely his.

“Yes. Your ass is so fucking hot it could melt
steel. I’m gonna demonstrate,” hissed Raja, slamming into David hard and
sliding his hand down David’s chin until it settled on his throat, protectively
holding David’s neck.

David had to bite his lip to not moan too loudly.
“Just like that,” he whimpered, shivering in Raja’s arms. “Fuck me any way you
want. I’m yours.” Tender emotions got mangled up with too much booze, and a
surge of arousal made his eyes wetter from the turmoil he felt inside. When he
was with Raja, he knew exactly who he was.

Raja gasped, and they settled into a quick, hard
rhythm that made David choke on his moans. Raja’s silent growls resonated in
his ears and made every single time David tugged on his cock in time to the
thrusts all the better. It was as if he were being fucked by a wild beast, so
much bigger and stronger, and yet there wasn’t a single thing he’d change about
this moment.

Raja moaned and pulled on David’s hair, forcing
him to look back, and their lips met, just in time for the thrusts to get more
rapid. David wasn’t about to wait any longer either, and when he came, jerking
off fast and hard, it felt as if he was breathing his orgasm into Raja’s lips,
along with moans and whimpers when his ass clenched over that thick rod.

Raja threw his head back, and his cock pistoned in
and out of David until the final push that sent Raja’s dick balls-deep into
David. Strong arms clenched around David, who savored the way his man shuddered
against him, leaving his phantom seed inside.

David settled his forehead against the wall,
slowly finding a way to breathe again, and enjoying the heat between their
bodies while Raja’s cock was still hard inside of him. “I can’t wait to have
access to you all the time. I’ll eat my first lunch at your place off your
abs,” he muttered.

Raja laughed and gave David’s neck a sloppy kiss,
slowly pulling out of him, and it felt like such a loss David wanted to beg him
to keep the cock inside for just a few moments longer. “Deal. I’m gonna make
sure it’s something fancy.”

“So… um… can I lick your cock now, or would that
be really weird?” he whispered the last words, afraid to say them out loud. He
slowly turned around, pulling his pants up. He loved the tender feeling in his
ass after fucking. It reminded him of the sex for hours after.

Raja grinned and pulled his own up as well,
without yet tucking his cock back in. “Sure, kid, knock yourself out,” he said
and put his hand on David’s nape, pulling him down in a gesture David knew
intimately.

David gave him a silly smile and went down to his
knees, quickly leaning in to lick up Raja’s cock, savoring all its stickiness
and musky aroma, even the faint taste of rubber. He had no idea if it was
normal to do so, but he didn’t care, because it felt so good he wouldn’t miss
out on it. Salty, slightly bitter, he licked up the remaining sperm and even
gave the cock one last suckle and kiss on the tip.

Raja tucked himself in, zipped his pants, and then
pulled on David’s jaw until David got up so hastily that he fell straight into
Raja’s kiss. “You’re such a good fuck,” whispered Raja, pushing David against
the wall again and rolling his hips gently.

David’s chest filled with pride, even though a
deep-seated part of his mind still told him he should be ashamed. “I like to
please.”

Raja’s smile was tender when he hugged David and
stayed silent, as if he were listening to their combined heartbeats. David
pulled closer and pushed his face against Raja’s neck, smelling his beard and
already imagining falling asleep cuddled up like that in Raja’s bed.
Their
bed.

Raja kissed David’s forehead and just stood there,
holding him. David wouldn’t exchange this moment for the most exotic vacation
at the beach. Raja was truly here with him, and for once he didn’t have a
single doubt about his man’s intentions.

“I bet Hunter will cry when he sees you off,” said
Raja with a loud laugh.

David gently punched Raja’s back, still all warm
inside after the orgasm. “He’ll be fine.”

Raja kissed David again, but a loud voice nearby
pulled them apart.

“So fucking touching,” said the man staring at
them from just a few yards away. He must have sneaked up on them while they
were too hot and bothered to notice footsteps, and David wanted to call him out
on his rudeness, but Raja roughly pulled David back. Only then did David see
the glint of steel in the stranger’s hands.

It was Blade, and he was pointing a gun at them.

David’s mind refused to acknowledge the reality of
this situation. What was Blade doing here? How had he snuck in? His heart
thudded, and all at once he wanted to both hide behind Raja, and shield him
from harm.

“You think you can dispose of me just like that?”
Blade spat and came closer like a ghost through the shadows. “After all the
years I served the club. After all the years of supposedly being my friend, you
get chosen for president and you take
Spin
as your VP?” His nostrils
flared, and the crooked nose made his face look uneven and raw, especially in
the darkness, which didn’t let David’s eyes catch much detail.

Raja’s stiff body was like a shield between him
and Blade, yet another sign that this wasn’t just a quarrel between friends.
David’s skin broke out in goose bumps, and his throat clenched with fear. The
question rattling in his head made it impossible to think about anything else:
What
does it feel like to get shot?

Raja’s voice was surprisingly steady as he spoke.
“This isn’t a contest. Spin is more experienced, and I was the one to suggest
him for prez in the first place. You’d have gotten there soon enough. There’s
no need for this.”

“What did I tell you when you threw me out into
the gutter, huh?” Blade was breathing heavily but took another step forward.
“That you will regret what you did. And that you’ll lose it all too. So how
about you kneel, and I consider if I offer a bullet to just you, or to your
little church boy as well?”

David couldn’t even swallow. His mouth was dry as
sandpaper, his palms damp. He’d never been so close to the edge of death, and
it sobered him up like a bucket of cold water straight to the face. He couldn’t
let Blade shoot Raja, but what
could
he do?

Raja exhaled loud enough for David to hear and
took a tentative step forward, a mountain protecting David from harm. “Blade,
you know what happened and why the club voted you out. You broke our trust. How
can you hold a grudge against me? We can still reconcile, Brother. Do you
really want to do this? Here of all places? If they hear a shot, you are not
gonna leave here alive. You know that.”

Blade laughed but didn’t lower his gun. “Right,
with all the drunk fags disco dancing? Who’s gonna notice? They will only know
once they find you with your brain leaking out.”

David only now noticed that he was shaking all
over and had to work on stopping his teeth from clattering. This wouldn’t be a
duel in the name of ill-conceived honor. Blade wanted to kill Raja. Here, on
Coffin Nails territory.

“What’s it gonna be, Raja?” Blade hissed. “Will
you kneel, or should I shoot the little guy in the knees first?”

Hot tears fell down David’s cheeks, and he
couldn’t stop them no matter how hard he tried to be tough.

Raja stepped forward, slowly raising his hands
above his head. “David, it’s gonna be fine. You have nothing to do with this,”
he said in a tight voice, approaching Blade, whose sole focus seemed to be
keeping Raja in the line of fire at all times.

Once Raja was on the ground, where Blade wanted
him, David was more exposed than if he were standing naked in the middle of the
club. One bullet could pierce his body and tear his flesh in so many gruesome
ways he found it hard to think, but worse still, it could do the same to Raja.

Blade sneered at him, and it made David’s stomach
turn into a tight ball. “Hands up!”

David instantly followed the order. “Please, I’m
sure we can—”

“Shut your cocksucking mouth! Fuck!” Blade pointed
the gun at Raja. “To think that so much started with this kid, and here you
are, fucking him months later, and no one bats an eyelash. How do you always
fall on your fucking feet? When I set you up with him, I wanted everyone to see
you were breaking the rules and deal with you fairly. Instead, you cozy up to
the Detroit guys, and
also
get to fuck Hunter’s jailbait brother while I
lose my fingers and my club? What kind of fucking justice is this?”

Raja’s fingers twitched slightly, but he spoke as
calmly as he did before. To keep this kind of cool while being held at gunpoint
was something David had believed only existed in movies, but as much as he
valued Raja’s courage, he was scared for him too. Blade was a psycho!

“I forgive you,” said Raja. “Why don’t you come
inside with us and just talk over beer? Everything that happened so far can be
undone. You can talk to the guys. Maybe you can move to another chapter. I
still want you at my side if that’s what you want too.”

“At your side?” Blade growled, hunching forward,
and it must have been only the bile still stuck in the man’s throat that kept
him from sending a bullet into Raja’s chest. Maybe this was David’s chance?
“You’d throw me under the nearest bus, if—”

“No, Raja’s always said only good things about
you.” David stepped forward, to the completely dumbfounded look on Blade’s
face. All David knew was that he needed to act. He needed Raja alive. If Raja
was to bleed out at his feet, Blade might as well shoot David straight through
the heart. “And he’s on good terms with Hunter now. I’m sure something could be—”

Blade must have woken up from his moment of shock,
because his face twisted into an ugly scowl and he pointed the gun at David.
“Did I allow you to speak?” he yelled, his voice muffled by a bang that made
David’s ears burst with pain. The smell of gunpowder was now in David’s lungs,
and his knees gave up, sending him to the asphalt.

Raja was up. Blade shot repeatedly, but the two
bodies clashed and fell over, tossing and turning just a few steps away.

Blade screamed, and a horrific, plunging sound
resonated in David’s ears as Raja punched Blade’s mid-section again and again.
His body buckled, and then he pulled Blade up by the shirt, shaking his limp
body.

“I hate you, I fucking hate you…” Blade rasped and
spat blood at Raja, managing to land a weak punch.

Metal clattered on asphalt and David’s eyes went
wide at the sight of a bloodied knife. He crawled away, choking on the thick
smell of blood. He couldn’t get up. His knees were too weak to hold him, and he
was crying again.

A crack that for some reason had David’s stomach
turning resonated behind his back, and moments later, Raja was pulling him back
against his chest. “Did he hit you? David? Are you hurt?” And yet all David
could sense was the overwhelming coppery filth that clung to Raja like oil to
the skin. He grabbed Raja’s shoulders and held on, uttering broken sobs that he
couldn’t stop from coming.

“I don’t think so.” He sobbed, unable to see much
in the blurry darkness.. “What about you? What happened? Are you okay? Is he
alive? Oh my God!”

Raja pulled David close and kissed his cheek,
breathing shallowly against his skin. “I’m fine. David, we’re both fine. If
something happened to you... I don’t know what I’d do,” he whimpered
helplessly.

David wrapped his arms around Raja’s neck, too
shaken to even try to stand up. “I had to do something. I was so scared.”
Nothing could compare to the safety of Raja’s arms, and even the loud footsteps
approaching them couldn’t make him feel any less secure.

Raja kissed David’s nose fervently and stroked his
face, leaving a slick sensation behind. His eyes were burning in the dark. “I
love you, David. I promise this was the last time I put you in danger. I’ll
keep you away from the fire from now on.”