Figures.
But Jamie didn’t say it out loud, his attention suddenly on a man dressed in a long leather trench coat who rounded the corner heading toward the bar. Jamie sat up straighter and studied the guy. He didn’t recognize the middle-aged man with short salt and pepper hair, but whatever he was up to, it was nothing good. No one wore a heavy coat like that when it was eighty degrees out.
“Heads up,” Jamie informed Buck and nodded toward the stranger. “You know him?”
Buck studied the man for a second and then gasped. “Oh fuck, that’s Jimmy Saunders.”
“Who?” Jamie asked, not taking his eyes off the newcomer.
“Jimmy Saunders,” Buck repeated. “He was a big-time defense attorney about fifteen years ago. He’s a crooked son of a bitch. Went down for a shitload of shady dealings including witness intimidation, tampering with evidence, and attempted murder.”
“Okay, so he’s a crooked attorney, not like that’s a rarity. But why would he be hanging with the Bangers?” Jamie inquired. “Better question is, why in the hell is he wearing a trench in this weather?”
“I don’t know,” Buck admitted as he fired up the car. “But Rocco has some meets to set up.”
“Why? Maybe he’s just looking to score some dope,” Jamie surmised.
“Yeah ’cause everyone wears a fucking trench coat in summer to buy dope,” Buck remarked and threw the car in drive. “Before Jimmy went down, he worked for the Mongols.”
“Shit!”
“Exactly,” Buck agreed.
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raps followed by a pause and then two more raps had Jamie opening the door to the hotel room.
“Hey,” he greeted Tek and stepped back to allow him in.
“Hey.”
The scent of sickly sweet perfume followed Tek in, causing Jamie to choke down a gag in response, the aroma even worse than the mold and stale smoke of the shithole room. He shut the door and flipped the lock bar into place, doing his best to keep the disgust from showing on his face. Jamie ran a critical eye over Tek. His hair was mussed, the expression on his face unreadable, but his body was tense.
“How’d it go?” Jamie asked cautiously.
Tek pulled off his T-shirt, threw it on the chair near the bed, and then sat down on the mattress. “I need a shower,” he grumbled and unlaced his boots.
“Okay.”
“Go ahead and ask,” Tek snapped and yanked his boot off before letting it drop to the floor with a resounding thud.
“Learn anything about the Bangers?”
Tek took off his other boot and slammed it down on the floor. “Goddammit, Jamie, you know that’s not what you want to ask. So just ask the fucking question so I can take a fucking shower!”
“I know you didn’t fuck her,” Jamie reassured him. And yet Jamie’s gut clenched with doubt.
“Bullshit!” Tek spat and jumped to his feet. “I saw the look in your eyes and the way you tensed when Rocco ordered me to fuck it out of her if I had to, and I can see the doubt written all over your face.”
Anger flared in Jamie, anger at himself for not believing Tek, for questioning his promise, but he turned it on Tek instead of directing it to where it should be. “Don’t get all sanctimonious on me,” he accused. “You keep trying to protect me! You make me look like a goddamn pansy in front of the guys.”
“And what the hell does that have to do with you not trusting me?” Tek countered. “So what! I want to protect someone I care about. That’s a long goddamn way from you not believing in me enough to keep a motherfucking promise!”
“Oh so it shouldn’t bother me about some chick rubbing her pussy all over you, but I shouldn’t be upset that you think I am one. Is that it?”
“I never said that!”
“And I never said you
would
fuck some chick, just that I hate the fact that she’d rub all over you!” Jamie roared.
“Then why are we fighting?”
Jamie stared at Tek. They were both posturing and breathing harshly. Tek’s face was red with anger, and from the heat in Jamie’s cheeks, he was sure he looked the same way.
“I have no fucking idea,” Jamie snorted and grabbed Tek’s belt loop, pulling him close.
“Ass.” Tek grinned and rolled his eyes.
“Jerk,” Jamie retorted, then smashed their mouths together and kissed the infuriating man until they were both breathless. Jamie leaned his forehead against Tek’s. “You stink,” he complained.
“I told you I needed a shower. I smell like a French whorehouse.”
“A cheap one at that.” Jamie sniffed and grabbed Tek’s hand. “Let’s go get you de-Frenched.”
While Tek set the taps on the shower, Jamie pulled off his T-shirt and threw it haphazardly over his shoulder. He then undid his jeans and pushed them down and stepped out of them while he ran an appreciative eye over the smooth skin of Tek’s back and ass as he removed his pants.
“Mmm-mmm,” Jamie hummed and patted Tek on the ass as he followed him into the shower. “Very, very nice.”
“Yeah, well, don’t get any ideas about my ass,” Tek warned.
Jamie laughed and then moaned loudly. He’d been agitated and tense all day, and the flow of hot water beating down on his flesh instantly began to ease some of the tightness. “Okay, I won’t,” Jamie assured him. “If you’ll wash my back.”
“I’ll do you if you do me,” Tek countered.
“Deal,” Jamie groaned, closed his eyes, and stuck his head beneath the streaming water.
“God, you’re easy,” Tek teased.
“Only for you, baby.”
A sharp sting to Jamie’s right butt cheek made him yelp. “Hey!” he protested and rubbed the abused flesh.
“That’s what you get for calling me baby,” Tek grumbled.
Jamie was about to ask Tek if he’d rather be called sweetheart, but the words died in his throat when blunt fingers began kneading his shoulders. He’d ask later. Maybe.
Who cares?
Jamie hung his head as those talented fingers began working out the knots in his shoulders, down his spine, and back up.
“Christ, you’re tight.”
“I was stuck in a tiny little car all afternoon. Did you know Buck bought a bug?”
“Yeah, for his sister,” Tek informed him. “He’s been doing some detailing on it so he loaned her his truck.”
“Well, it’s real cute,” Jamie grumped, echoing what Buck had said earlier.
“And I bet you were cute in it.”
“Shut up,” Jamie mumbled and then moaned again when Tek started lathering up his back. Jamie widened his stance and let Tek’s fingers and the pulsing water do their magic.
His shoulders, back, arms, legs, and ass were massaged, lathered, and rinsed, leaving Jamie loose and feeling better than he had all day.
“Turn around,” Tek murmured.
Jamie did as he was told and met Tek’s gaze. “So really, how did it go with the bimbo?” he asked and took the bar of soap from Tek after he finished lathering his hands.
“She gives blondes a bad name,” Tek chuckled. “She smells like shit but don’t know shit. What about you and Buck?”
Jamie ran the soap over Tek’s torso, washing away said stink from his body, his neck, and face. “Do you know a guy named Jimmy Saunders?”
“Sure,” Tek admitted with a shrug. “He was the attorney who was in the Mongols’ back pocket until he went down years ago. Why?”
“Well, he’s out. Buck and I saw him walking into the Bangers’ club today.”
Tek’s hands stilled on Jamie’s stomach, and his eyes went wide. “What the hell would that scumbag be doing with the Bangers? That piss-poor club can’t afford his services.”
“I don’t know. Buck went to inform Rocco. I’m sure they’ll figure it out. All I do know is, if the Bangers are getting support from the Mongols, the retribution for the warehouse is going to get bloody.” The shocked look in Tek’s eyes turned haunted. “Hey,” Jamie said gently and stroked his hand across Tek’s cheek. “You did what you had to do.”
“I didn’t have to,” Tek disagreed. “I killed an unarmed man, Jamie.”
“An unarmed man who was a threat to the club, to you and to me,” he corrected. “He would have made good on his threat, Tek. You did the right thing.”
“I held that man’s life in my hands, and this dark ugly thing took over me. I could feel its coldness seep into me, and I sold my soul to it,” Tek confessed. He pushed into Jamie’s touch, the remorse radiating off the man palpable. “What I did, what I’m becoming scares me, Jamie.”
“What you are is Tek Cain, future president of Crimson VIII and my best friend, and on top of all that, you are a damn good man,” Jamie said adamantly.
“I don’t feel like a good man, Jamie.” Tek shook his head vigorously. “I don’t want to talk about it right now, okay? I just….” He wrapped his arms around Jamie’s waist and leaned his head on Jamie’s shoulder. “I just want to not think about anything and be warm for a while.”
Jamie let the soap drop to the floor, pulled Tek closer, and ran his hand up and down Tek’s back. “Okay,” he whispered and kissed the top of Tek’s head. “No thinking about anything but you and me.” Tek nodded and clung to Jamie. Jamie slid his fingers through Tek’s hair and pulled his head back until their eyes met. “Nothing but good and happy thoughts, okay?”
Jamie didn’t give Tek a chance to respond. He pressed his lips against Tek’s, tongue demanding entrance. Tek opened to him, invited him into his warm, wet mouth, his tongue sliding along Jamie’s. Jamie moaned, deepened the kiss until it was all-consuming, demanding Tek’s full attention. Hands kneading flesh, bodies pressed hard against each other beneath the hot flow. Surrounded by thick steam, they continued to devour each other’s mouths, biting, licking, exploring until the world outside disappeared.
The need for oxygen forced Jamie to break the kiss, but he continued to slide his lips across Tek’s cheek, along his jaw, nuzzled the side of his neck. He felt Tek harden against his belly, his own cock responding in kind to the pleasurable stimulation. Without words—there were no need for them—they slowly began to sway against one another inside their steam cocoon, touching, tasting, exploring.
Jamie scraped his teeth across Tek’s collarbone. Tek tipped his head back, a deep rumbling moan echoing off the glass enclosure. Jamie drew the sound out by kissing his way down Tek’s breastbone, lapping at the water rivulets, tasting soap and sweat and Tek. Tek gripped Jamie’s shoulders as he began to tremble when Jamie moved down to lick and tease Tek’s belly button.
Grasping Tek’s hips, Jamie went to his knees and ran his bearded jaw against Tek’s straining erection. He was rewarded with another deep and husky groan. Encouraged, Jamie turned his head and placed a soft kiss to the flared cockhead, tentatively licked at the small slit.
Tek gasped and clutched Jamie’s shoulders harder. “God, Jamie, that feels so good,” he praised, one of his hands sliding through Jamie’s wet hair.
“Then I better keep doing it.” Jamie smirked. He wrapped a fist around the base of Tek’s cock and ran his tongue around the tip before he sucked it into his mouth. Mindful of his teeth, Jamie sucked gently, swirling his tongue around and dipping it in and out of the small opening.
Jamie took Tek a little deeper, sucked a little harder, and began bobbing his head. He could taste the precum oozing from the slit, the flavor musky, slightly bitter, but not at all unpleasant.
The hand in Jamie’s hair tightened, and Tek thrust his hips, pushed his cock deeper, which caused Jamie to gag and pull off.
“Shit! I’m sorry,” Tek apologized and loosened his hold on Jamie’s hair.
“It’s okay, just wasn’t expecting it, is all.” Jamie sat back on his calves and worked his jaw from side to side. “Just go slow, okay?”
“Kind of hard not to get overly excited when you’re sucking me,” Tek chuckled. “But I’ll try.”
“Just till I get used to it,” Jamie reassured him and took Tek’s cock back into his mouth. Jamie grabbed the back of Tek’s muscular thighs, pushed and pulled in a slow rhythmic pattern, taking a couple inches into his mouth and then back out.
The sounds Tek was making, the way his fingers tightened and released Jamie’s hair, and Tek’s fat cock against his tongue were a powerful punch of sexy. Jamie’s cock was throbbing and hard. Each thrust, Jamie took a little more, sucked a little harder, loving the way he could make Tek tremble, curse, and moan. Jamie sucked greedily, wanting more of Tek’s delicious flavor in his mouth, and he encouraged Tek to thrust harder, deeper.
“Fuck!” Tek cursed. “You keep that up, and I’m going to come.”
Do it.
But Jamie didn’t stop bobbing his head, too greedy and hungry for Tek’s cock to stop now.
“Jamie,” Tek hissed and pulled Jamie’s hair hard at the same time he pulled back, his cock slipping from Jamie’s mouth. “Damn that was close,” he panted.
“Hey, I was enjoying that,” Jamie complained. “Give it back.”
“Yeah?” he panted with a grin, petting Jamie’s hair. “You sure you can handle it?”
Jamie licked his lips and smirked. “Try me,” he challenged. “And don’t be gentle. I can handle it.”
“I know you can,” Tek said sincerely. “But I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. Now shut up and do it,” he demanded.
“Pushy bastard,” Tek grumbled, but he was grinning as he swiped his cockhead over Jamie’s lips. “Open up and say ah.”
Jamie opened his mouth wide and fell on Tek’s cock, sucking it down deep.
“Holy shit!” Tek howled and snapped his hips.
Jamie dug his fingers into the flesh of Tek’s thighs, making damn good and sure Tek couldn’t take his treat again. If Tek’s experiences were anything like Jamie’s, he’d never been allowed to release the full power of his body with a girl. They were too small, too soft to handle someone like Tek. Jamie was damn sure going to prove he was neither of those things.
Jamie knew the moment Tek let go the reins of control; he gripped both sides of Jamie’s hair in his hands and started fucking Jamie’s mouth with hard, brutal snaps of his hips, cursing, babbling, and moaning. And Jamie loved every fucking second of it—the rawness in his throat, the stinging pain in his scalp.
Tek’s thrusts became erratic, the sounds he made getting louder and louder. Jamie knew the man was close. Christ, Jamie was too. He released his hold on Tek’s thigh with his right hand and wrapped it around Tek’s cock, gripping it hard and stroking it in time with Tek’s hips.