Hellbent (Four Horsemen MC Book 5) (33 page)

"You got me. Forever." Shep ground harder, rotating his hips in a circle that had Pretty Boy's eyes rolling back in his head. Shep pulled his hair, forced him to look up and meet his gaze. Pretty Boy's balls tightened, and pleasure rocked through him with surprising force. His fingers dug in Shep's shoulders. "I love you, Noah."

“I love you,” he gasped. Noah's orgasm rolled through his body like the ocean tide. His muscles locked up and he could feel Shep pulsing inside him, gently riding him through coming. His come splashed against Shep's stomach and Shep pushed just a little deeper inside him. Some kind of aftershock reverberated down his spine and he couldn't stop shaking.

He kept looking in Shep's eyes, the intensity of his movements building as Shep finally gasped and came hard, body collapsing between Noah's thighs.

"Holy fuck," Pretty Boy breathed into Shep's hair.

Shep leveraged up on his elbows and captured Pretty Boy's mouth in a sweet, intense kiss. Pretty Boy traced the letters of Shep’s Think on your Sins tattoo. Inked in satiny black letters, exaggerated and stylized like street graffiti. The words had been angled in an arch resembling wings across Shep's shoulders.

Shep climbed to his feet, wiping off with his crumpled shirt, then tossing it to Pretty Boy. He cleaned up, tossed the shirt to the floor and pulled the sheet up to his waist. He watched as Shep tore a power bar open with his teeth. He wolfed down the first half and handed the other half to him, crawling under the sheets beside him.

Pretty Boy opened his mouth to speak but Shep held up one finger. He moved the chipped, black, plastic ashtray from the nightstand to the bed and lit a smoke. He watched Pretty Boy unguardedly with piercing eyes as he inhaled and exhaled. His voice was rough as he finally put it out and whispered, "Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"Little bit," Pretty Boy said. Shep’s razor sharp attention focused solely on him, especially with the
you done fucked up
gleam in his eyes.

Shep held his gaze. "We're going to have this out, you and me." Pretty Boy's question must have been painted on his face, because Shep continued, "Whatever this thing is between us. We're going to figure it out."

"I'm guessing tonight's events have something to do with your sudden willingness to talk about this?" Pretty Boy's body still tingled with the force of what may have been the most powerful orgasm of his life.

"You offered to die for me tonight." Shep held perfectly still.

"I did." Pretty Boy's jaw clenched.

"How could you possibly think your life is worth throwing away for mine? How can you think so little of yourself?"

"I …" Pretty Boy shook his head. "I know what I am, Shep. I've never blamed you for not wanting to act on … for not wanting anyone to know … about me. You don't have to sugar coat it for me."

"This is my fault." Shep turned so Pretty Boy could see his tattoo. "I think on my sins every day. Every damn day. You’d think feeling guilty wouldn’t even faze me anymore. But the idea that you think I don't want you because of how I handled this?” He shook his head. “That you don't know I'd give anything to keep you safe. That the thought of losing you makes me shake…no, I can’t accept that. You need to know what you mean to me."

"Shep," he whispered helplessly.

Shep gripped Pretty Boy's jaw, sliding closer to him. "All these years I kept distance between us because you deserved so much better. Because I had no right to feel what I feel when I look at you. You thought it was because I didn't want you."

Pretty Boy took a deep breath. "Yes."

"I didn't bring you in to Famine, because I wanted you to have a part of the club for yourself. And because being in the same family seemed like a betrayal when all I can think about is being with you."

He swallowed. "That's what Crash said when I stayed with him the other night."

"Oh, Jesus. You told Crash?"

"They figured it out."

"Then I guess it's good I'm going to come clean tomorrow. It'd only be a matter of time anyway."  Shep swallowed hard and glanced at him. "I should ask you—"

"Shep, you don't have to ask—"

"I should, though. Ask your permission to do this thing. Not like it doesn't out you, too. But I'm just going to be honest. I have to tell them." He sighed. "I can leave your name out of it, but they'll figure it out. And if they don't, Beauregard will make sure they do, just for spite. And I've got to tell them."

"You don't have to ask."

"There's no point in asking when it doesn't change the result, but I feel like an assho—"

"Shep. You don't have to ask. Whatever you need from me, whatever you want—it's yours."  He wet his lips. "I'm yours."

Shep's eyes focused sharply on his face. "You have no idea how much I like the sound of that."

Pretty Boy leaned back onto his elbows. "Feeling's mutual."

"I want you. I always have." Shep maneuvered around his body, fitting his hands on the mattress beside Pretty Boy's lean hips, angling on top of him. "I want you more than I want to breathe. I need you."

He gasped as Shep rolled his hips forward, a flash of friction.

Shep's confusion and awe as he searched his face almost hurt. "You really love me?"

"Yes." He looked him straight in the eye. "Always have. Don’t know how you missed it."

“You’ve been with a lot of…people,” Shep said, voice too careful. “Men and women. Hell, you’ve got more experience than me and I’m five years older.”

“You got a problem with me being bi?” He stiffened.

“No, not that. You just…always seem to keep your options open.” Shep looked away.

“Were you jealous?”

A flash of irritation accompanied his rueful grin. “Let’s just say I paid attention.”

Pretty Boy swallowed. “Out of every man and woman on this planet, you’re the only one I want.”

"Why?"

"You … Jesus, this is going to sound …" Pretty Boy shook himself. "You saved me. You grabbed me out of what felt like hell and pieced me back together. You were there for me when the rest of the fucking planet screwed me over. You've seen the scarred, ugly, bitter parts of me and you didn't leave. Asking you to be with me just seemed downright fucking ungrateful."

Pretty Boy groaned as the blond biker straddled him.

"You were the only one with the guts enough to take out my father, stop him from hurting me. And it cost you everything. Your perfectly planned future, with all the boxes checked off, your calling. You gave it all up. For
me.
And I was never worthy of anything that big." His eyes stung and he blinked slowly, willing the tears to fade. “Not from someone like you, who was kind and honest and decent.”

"I'd do it all again. Now. In a heartbeat," Shep whispered, pressing his forehead against Pretty Boy's.  He rolled their groins together. "Fuck. I'm already hard again."

Pretty Boy groaned. "I know."

"What do you say, prize fighter," Shep growled in his ear. "You ready for round two?"

He gasped, rocking up against Shep. "Dying for it."

"Begging for it?" The heat in Shep's voice scorched the words.

"Whatever you want me to do." He bit down into his lip as his body undulated, seeking friction. "Shep, please …"

"You were right, you know." Shep grazed his teeth across the sensitized flesh behind Pretty Boy's ear. "I do like 'em obedient."

Pretty Boy spread his legs wider, arching his back as Shep kissed his way down his throat to his collar bones. He whispered hotly, "Please, please, please."

"You sound wrecked," Shep said. "I love it."

Pretty Boy squirmed as Shep's hand trailed down his abs, below the sheet and wrapped around him. "You're destroying me."

"You really want it again, so soon?" Shep's fingers trailed down the line of his sac, rubbing the spot just behind his balls. He rasped, "So badly?"

"Yes. Goddamn it, yes," Pretty Boy hissed. He wrapped a hand around Shep's neck and yanked him down into a kiss. He thrust his tongue into Shep's mouth, making a guttural sound of need. "Fuck me, please."

Shep reached between them, sliding a new condom over his cock while Pretty Boy dazedly wandered when he'd grabbed another one from the box. Shep surged against his hole and Pretty Boy's eyes slid shut. Shep nipped tenderly at the hollow of Pretty Boy's throat. "You sure you're not too sore?"

"Don't fucking care," Pretty Boy growled, trying to push up into what he wanted.

Shep groaned and in a smooth, gliding movement slid inside him. Pretty Boy felt twinges of pain as he stretched, interrupted by sharp spikes of pleasure. The slight burn then balming tingle made him dizzy. Shep wrapped a hand around his cock again, sliding up the length and swirling over the throbbing head. "You're beautiful when you're out of control like this."

Pretty boy fucking keened as Shep rocked up inside him. He sucked his lower lip between his teeth as he ground down hard on Shep, bending his knees to get closer. Shep pulsed inside him, his shoulder bunching as pleasure rippled through him. "You're going to make me come."

"That was the idea." Shep grinned and swiveled his hips in a way that made Pretty Boy's toes curl into the mattress and his eyes roll back in his head. Pretty Boy grabbed Shep's ass, pressing them tightly into each other. His balls tightened and as Shep panted in his ear, he came hard enough he was surprised he hadn't knocked any teeth loose.

Shep kept fucking him, sending aftershocks racing through his nerves, making him twitch and shiver. Pretty Boy raised his hands above his head, pushing against the headboard to grind down harder on Shep's cock. Shep sucked in a ragged breath, his hands seizing on Pretty Boy's shoulders. He came with a full body shudder, sprawling across Pretty Boy's chest.

Pretty Boy grabbed the first piece of clothing his hand came into contact with and wiped them both up, grabbing the blanket and tugging it up to his shoulders. He rolled Shep's languid body over and pulled him back against his chest, tangling their legs and crossing his arms over Shep's chest. He pressed light kisses to the back of Shep's neck, humming absently with pleasure.

Slowly, he drifted into the deepest, safest sleep of his life.

Chapter Thirty-Two

New members can only be removed after six months, unless they’ve been disloyal.

~Four Horsemen Charter

* * *

Shep woke up with Pretty Boy pressed to his chest and his decision made. He wouldn't be leverage Beauregard could use against the club. Leaving the MC was going to feel a lot like chewing his own fucking arm off, but he could do it for their own good. He could make the sacrifice.

And the man lying next to him was his salvation, his reward for his loyalty. Shep could wake up next to the man he loved for the rest of his life if he wanted. There was nothing standing in his way anymore.

Not his family. Not Noah's family. Not Beauregard. Not the club.

He took the deepest breath he had in what felt like years. He had seen this day coming for him Cap’s last day at church. Dreaded it. But today he hadn't woken up with a fucking anvil of guilt and fear pressing on his chest.

Noah stirred in his arms, twisting to face him, green eyes blinking sleepily and an entirely more pleasant pressure tightened his chest. "Morning."

Shep smiled, ducking down to brush his lips over Noah's mouth. "Morning."

Noah stretched, his body pressing deliciously against Shep's as he settled against him. "So. What do we do now?"

"Figured we'd call Voo, see if he'll come get us. Maybe a shower. Hit the vending machine."

"Not quite what I meant." Noah swallowed. "You still going through with it? Telling the club?"

Shep gathered Noah closer against him, cupping his face in his hands. "Yes. I'm telling them today at church. You still good with me telling them about you?"

"I'll jump if you do. Not like they won’t figure it out shortly anyway." He smiled tightly. "Besides, as a new member, they can’t kick me out for six months—not unless I commit treason."

Shep nodded. "And if you're asking for my plans after that? Fuck if I know. Want to grab some Italian? Go home and play some Halo?"

Those bright green eyes became nearly luminescent. "Yeah. But you know I'm gonna beat your ass, right? Just because I'm in love with you doesn’t mean I'll let you win."

His breath caught. A warm thrum of pleasure coiled low inside him. Half of him wanted to get this day over with. The other half of him was ready to say 'fuck this day' and jump Noah's bones. He should probably get out of this bed soon. "Same back at you."

Noah moved closer, his lips drifting down Shep's jaw. "Sure we have to call for that ride now?"

"Maybe a shower first." Shep grinned.

A couple hours later, they sat on a bench in the motel parking lot, sharing a pack of smokes and waiting on Voo. When a dusty red four-door pick-up bounced into the lot, they saw a blond ponytail bobbing on the passenger.

"He brought Lexi!" Pretty Boy tossed the too small Styrofoam cup of greasy hotel coffee into the nearby trashcan. "That means there's decent fucking coffee in that truck."

 Shep snorted. "I told you not to drink that shit. Smells more like gasoline than coffee."

"Yeah, my mouth said 'no', but my caffeine addiction said 'fuck you.'"

The truck rounded the lot and pulled to a stop. Voo honked the horn and leaned out the open window. "You coming or what?"

"He sure seems in a good mood," Pretty Boy whispered to Shep as they climbed into the back bench seats.

"Wonder why?" Shep looked pointedly at the passenger seat, voice pitched low. "You want to lay money on how long the two of them getting it on is going to take?"

"Six months. Tops,” Pretty Boy coughed.

Lexi twisted around in her seat. "G'morning! Coffee?"

Pretty Boy nearly fell over Shep grabbing the carrier from her. An extra large coffee for him and cold Dr. Pepper for Shep. "You are perfection in yoga pants, you know that?"

"I surely do." She beamed at him, even as Voo scowled in the rearview. "Hey, you got a little something on your neck there."