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  He turns and nervously says, “Was I not doing it right?”

  “You’re doing great. I want to be inside that ass of yours when I come,” I reassure him. “Come, sit on my lap.”

  Climbing into my lap, he straddles me. “Is this alright?”

  Hell yes, it’s all right. He looks like a debauched angel sitting on top of me, and I can’t wait to defile him more.

  I take the condom and tear it open, rolling it down my length. Popping open the lube, I rub a generous amount on my cock. I reach around and dip two fingers, then three, into his hole again. Grunting above me, Aaron lets out a long moan. I pull out of his ass, gripping his cheeks to center his entrance right above the head of my dick.

  I meet his eyes. “Since this is your first time, I’m going to let you control the speed.”

  He nods his head in understanding. “Thank you, sir.”

  “Call me Liam,” I instruct him. “I want to hear my name when you scream it, not ‘Sir.’”

  “Yes, si…. Liam.”

  “You ready?” I ask anxiously.

  “Yes.” With that, he starts lowering himself on me, hissing as the head breaks through the barrier muscle. “Fuck, it burns.”

  “Take a deep breath and try to relax. When the burn eases, move to take more of me.” Fuck, please take more of me. What I’m feeling already is incredible. I’ve never felt a tighter hole in my life.

  He works his way down until I’m fully seated in him and I’m in fucking heaven. Feeling his body unclench from the vice-like grip it has on my dick, I know I can finally move.

  Thank fuck.

  Clutching his cheeks, I start moving him. As the sensations bombard me, my eyes roll back into my head for a moment, enjoying pure bliss.

  He reaches behind my head, gripping the seat cushion, and starts riding me. I’m surprised at the little tiger coming out. Moaning, I bend forward, clasping on to one of his nipples with my mouth. I start sucking and biting my way across his chest. Aaron’s pleasured sounds are loud now.

  Between pants, he babbles, “Fuck… never… never knew it… it could be like… like this… unh.”

  Groaning, I fist his hair and attack his throat. My hips start pumping upward to meet his downward thrusts. I run my tongue up his neck, nibbling on the soft skin I find there.

  Lost in a lust-induced fog, I pant in his ear, “You feel so fucking good on my cock, baby. You like having my cock in your ass?”

  He whimpers, “Yes—so good…. So full…. Not going to last.”

  I’m damn glad to hear that, because I’m gonna blow any second. Shifting my position, I look for his gland to push him over the cliff. When Aaron cries out, I know I’ve nailed it. Pounding into him over and over, I’m racing fast to the edge.

  He throws back his head. “Fuck, Liam! I’m coming! Argghh…. Oh God!”

  I feel his hole clamp down on my dick, and seeing him squirting come all over my chest does me in. Grunting and groaning, I slam into him a few more times before my orgasm shoots through me like liquid fire. I explode, filling the condom, while calling out Aaron’s name.

  Panting heavily, he rests his forehead on my shoulder and I rub his back, trying to catch my own breath. That was so fucking hot. I’ve never fucked anyone sensitive enough to come without any stimulation to their cock. I’ve read about shit like that, but I didn’t truly believe it—I’m drained.

  Resting back in the seat, I whisper in his ear, “You okay?”

  He sighs, mumbling into my shoulder. “Yeah, that was intense.”

  I laugh, “Hell yeah, it was.”

  Lifting him up slightly, I pull the condom off, tie it, and throw it in the trash. I feel great. I’ve had the best orgasm of my life, and all the tension from earlier is gone. Maybe his dipshit daddy has done me more of a favor than I did him.

  The intercom goes off, making us jump out of our skins. Aaron sits up, but stays in my lap as I tap the button.

  “Yeah?” I’m pissed—work is the best mood killer.

  Addison’s voice comes through. “Are you two done yet? I have someone out here waiting on you.”

  Shit, she’ll never let me live this down. Best to skip that little discussion for a moment.

  “Who is it?” I question, my mind not really on the topic.

  “Jeremy. I was going to send him in, but you two were making so much noise, I decided to wait.” That right there is why I hired her—smart.

  Not using my brain, I ask, “What exactly did you think was going on in here?”

  “Please, even if I were a virgin schoolgirl I’d know what was going on in there.” She snorts. I can’t help it, the thought of Addison as an innocent schoolgirl cracks me up, and I start laughing. She gives an outraged grunt. “Fuck you, Liam. So anyway, are you ready for me to send him in?”

  “Give me ten minutes.” Shutting off the device, I turn to Aaron, who is beet red. “I got business to get to. Why don’t you go get cleaned up in the bathroom?” I point to the adjoining room to my office.

  “Um… okay.” He eases off my lap and picks up his clothes.

  It appears he wants to say something more, but doesn’t. Turning around, he heads to the restroom. I kinda feel bad dismissing him like that, but business is business. That’s all he is too, Liam.

  Grabbing some wipes from the drawer, I focus on getting myself cleaned up. After redressing, I signal Addison to send in Jeremy. He walks in and helps himself to a seat like he owns the place. His eyes roam over my body and he gives me a salacious smile. I hate fuckin’ dealin’ with this guy. He thinks because I’m the only other gay man in the outfit, we should hook up.

  Not in this lifetime.

  My good mood has lasted all of ten minutes. “What the hell do you want, Jeremy? I don’t have time for your shit.”

  “Well, from the sounds coming from this room, I would say that’s exactly what you have time for.” Disgust and anger flow through me at the thought of him hearing us.

  “Don’t start your shit with me, I’m in no mood,” I warn while still trying to stay calm. “You have a purpose for being here, so get to it.”

  He gives a pouty face. “Fine—I was sent over by Thomas. He wants you to handle a situation.”

  “Why me, and what problem?” I ask.

  “It seems those gangbangers didn’t listen to the last warning they received. They knocked over two stores under our protection. He wants you to handle it personally because you’re of a similar rank to Sam.”

  Well, that’s great. Those little punks have been starting shit with us now for about two months. They call themselves “The Natives” because they are mostly derived from the Native American tribes in the area. They’ve been brainwashing recruits to think they’re about brotherly love and town pride, telling themselves they want to push us out because it’s better for the neighborhood. Of course, the true reason is they want the run of the place themselves. Sam Matthews is a captain, which is sort of my rank in the scheme of things.

  Fine, I’ll shut the asshole down. “When does he want it done?”

  He gives me the answer I knew he would. “Now.”

  God damn it!

  “Wait for me in the reception area.” I give my orders. “Tell Addison to call a couple of guys to meet us at that junk heap Sam calls a house.”

  After Jeremy leaves, my mind is racing. What the hell am I going to do with Aaron while I deal with this shit? Speaking of Aaron, he’s been in there an awful long time. I hope he’s not in there crying or something. Getting up, I walk over and lean into the closed door, trying to hear something.

  I listen to his voice, and it sounds like he’s talking to someone. “… No, Chloe, I’m fine, really. He was sorta nice once he decided I wasn’t busting his balls about being gay…. I know you’re pissed at Dad, but don’t be. This is my fault. If I hadn’t flunked out of med school this wouldn’t have happened…. It doesn’t matter if my mom died, I should’ve manned up and passed my classes…. Chloe, he didn’t guilt me in
to it. What he said was true…. Shit, Chloe, I gotta go, and I’ve been in here too long. I wanted to call and tell you I’m still alive…. Love you too…. Bye.”

  Motherfucker better be glad I told Aaron I wouldn’t hurt him. He and my dad really are two peas in a pod.

  Stepping back from the door, I return to my desk. I finish grabbing my gun and throwing my suit jacket on when Aaron walks out, still slightly flushed with that just-fucked look. I feel myself harden a little at the sight of him. Liam, get yourself under control. Unfortunately, you have other things to do besides go for round two.

  He’s wringing his hands again, so I ask, “Aaron, you still doing okay?”

  Nervously, he continues to fidget. “I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do now. Am I coming home with you or am I coming back tomorrow?”

  Good question. The deciding factor for me is the thought of having him in my bed all night.

  “You’re staying with me. In fact, we’re leaving for the day right now. I have to stop and handle something, but after that we can go to my place. Sound good?” Nodding his head, he follows me out, and I stop at the front desk to talk to Addison. “Hey, babe, who’d you get to meet us?”

  “Tristan and Luke should be there about the same time you arrive. You watch my man’s back, you hear?” She gives me a warning glare.

  “Well, of course, darlin’.” She nods her head, silently directing my attention behind me, so I turn around and see that Jeremy has backed Aaron toward the wall, speaking very softly to him. Aaron is frantically glancing around the room. I take a few steps toward Jeremy and I demand, “What the fuck is goin’ on?”

  He turns around and replies, “I was telling… Aaron, is it…? That he looks quite tasty. Maybe I can have a little fun with him when we get back, hmm?”

  The thought of him even touching Aaron enrages me. Advancing quickly, I grab Jeremy by the throat, banging him against the wall, and his eyes widen with fear. Slowly, I lift him off his feet as he tries to speak, but the only thing coming from him is gurgling.

  “Let’s get something straight right fucking now! No one touches Aaron but me! You got that, you piece of shit?” He scratches at my hand as he nods his head in affirmative, and I let him down while he starts gasping for air. “Good, now let’s get this shit done with so I can start my weekend.”

  Leading Aaron out, we head to the car and get on the road.

  Chapter 4

  I PLOP down in the passenger seat of the black sedan, stunned.

  I’ve never seen brute strength like that before. He picked him up with one hand—off the floor. Jesus Christ! Even though I’m partially scared of what that strength can do, a whole other part of me is turned on. He protected me from that creep, and the possessive attitude he displayed excited me.

  You’re twisted. This guy’s a murderer, and you’re panting after him like a puppy dog. You need to stop this right now!

  Jeremy is in the backseat with his arms crossed. He truly looks like he’s pouting, and he hasn’t said a word since we left—thank God.

  From my spot in the passenger seat, I watch Liam from the corner of my eye. He looks pissed. His jaw is clenched with a muscle ticcing, and his arms are tense, showing off the definition. It’s making desire rocket through me, and I can feel myself starting to harden. I have to rip my eyes away from him to look out the window.

  What if he’s mad at you? What if he thinks you made a pass at this Jeremy guy? Oh shit! I bet that’s it. You better keep walking on eggshells.

  I don’t want him mad at me. I like how he treated me during my first time, and that surprised me. I thought I was in for rough handling, but he made sure I was ready to take him. By the time he was done prepping me, I was more than ready. I never imagined it could be so overwhelming. The way he made my body react and feel, I didn’t want it to end.

  You acted like a little slut. I can’t believe I told him I like his cock in me! You did like it, though…. Yeah, but I didn’t have to tell him that. You have no self-respect. Sighing heavily, I roll down the window a little to cool off my overworked brain. A few minutes later, we pull up to a house in not the most desirable of neighborhoods.

  Beside me, Liam takes a deep breath and looks over at me. “Aaron, I want you to stay in the car, no matter what you hear. You understand?”

  Not wanting to piss him off by arguing, I reply, “I will.”

  I watch as they step out of the car to meet up with two others. One is a good-looking, lanky blond. The other is also blond, but of a stockier build. Neither of them is the type of person I’d want to meet in a dark alley, that’s for sure.

  Through the open window, I hear Liam greet the smaller one. “Hey, Tristan, you ready to do this shit?”

  So that is Tristan. The other one must be Luke.

  “Yeah, I was headed toward the house when my woman called. I’m in the mood to kick some ass now,” Tristan replies.

  “I know exactly how you feel,” Liam says, glancing back my way. Tristan looks over to where Liam’s eyes have gone and raises an eyebrow to him. Liam says, “Dude! So not any of your business.”

  Tristan huffs, “Just sayin.’ Inquiring minds want to know.”

  The Luke guy pipes in. “Well, I don’t. Can we get this show on the road? You two are worse than a couple of women.”

  “Fuck you, Luke,” they both say in unison. Jeremy has been silent the whole time. I guess he’s still sulking.

  I watch them walk up to the door and bang on it—apparently this isn’t a social visit. The door opens to reveal a very large Native American man. From the way he’s holding himself, they aren’t expected or welcome.

  The big guy says, “What do you want?”

  “Sam, we’re here to give you a message from Thomas, since you ignored the first,” Liam grunts while pulling himself up to his full height.

  Sam answers in a dismissive tone, “Do you think I give a shit what Thomas has to say?”

  Tristan steps forward slightly, and I see metal glint in the sun. “We’re here to make sure you care, asshole. Now, why don’t we step inside and have a nice, friendly chat?”

  Sam looks around him and then steps back into his house. He tries to close the door, but Liam keeps it open with his foot and they force their way inside, shutting the door behind them.

  Fuck! I hope I’m not a witness to murder now. Eh, they’ll kill you if you are, anyway. Yeah, that’s real comforting—thanks, brain. It’s not good when your brain betrays you. Why not? Your ass and dick already have.

  The thought of Liam being mad at me over Jeremy and a possible murder going on right in front of me has me beyond frazzled. My head starts hurting, so I close my eyes and relax against the seat.

  My rest doesn’t last long, though. A tapping on the window disturbs me. When I look up, I’m staring at my worst nightmare—the barrel of a gun. I freeze, not knowing what to do, and the air sucks right out of my lungs, making it hard to breathe.

  “Get out of the car.” Fumbling, I try to get the door open, but in my panicked state, I don’t realize the car is still locked and it won’t budge. The man outside growls, “Get the fuck out here, now!”

  I finally discover the reason for it not opening. As I do, I’m dragged out, and the man pins me facedown on the side of the car. Grabbing my arm, he starts twisting it behind my back. Immediately, burning, shooting pains running down the length of my upper body assault me. I cry out as the man shoves his elbow into the crevice between my neck and shoulder.

  I feel his breath next to my ear. “Why are you sitting here in front of Sam’s house? Where’s the driver?”

  I can barely talk due to the pressure on my throat. “Not doing anything… waiting for… waiting for Liam… he’s inside.”

  Jerking back, the guy pulls me toward the house. I can barely walk because my knees seem to have turned to Jell-O. He pushes me to walk in front of him, shoving his gun in my back.

  As we get inside, I see Sam being held by Luke and Jeremy. Liam is hitti
ng him in the gut, and Sam’s bloody head is down, with spittle making its way out of his mouth. They stop when they hear the door slam against the wall.

  The man who has a gun on me yells, “Let him go! Right fuckin’ now!”

  My heart is trying to beat its way right out of my chest by this point. My breath is coming out in little pants, making me feel lightheaded. Please, don’t let me pass out. Might be better if you do. Somehow, I manage to fight off the haze trying to take over.

  Liam replies with a deadly calm voice. “Adam, you let him go, or Sammy boy here takes one for the team.”

  With that, he jabs his gun into Sam’s head, and Adam growls, “Fine.”

  He shoves me toward Liam, but startled by the sudden move, I stumble and fall to my knees. Adam is still holding a gun on me from a distance, and I kneel, trembling, staying where I’m at. Don’t make any sudden moves, and maybe the animals won’t hurt you.

  Tristan, in a voice that sends shivers up my spine, says, “Drop your gun, Adam. I’m not the joking kind, you should know that.”

  I keep my eyes on the ground, not wanting to see anything going on. Then I hear a thud from behind me—the gun, maybe?

  Liam speaks again. “Now that that’s settled, I want you to remember this: the next time trash like you decide to better the neighborhood by robbing someone under our protection, we won’t be as friendly—you got me?”

  Hearing some shuffling, I’m then tugged up off the floor. I look around again. Thankfully, no one is dead, that I can tell. The Sam guy appears to be beaten to a pulp, but he’s alive.

  Liam pulls me toward the door. “Aaron, will you move? I’d like to get the fuck out of here sometime today.”

  I start moving better at the thought of getting out of there, but as we are at the door, Adam yells, “This isn’t the end of this!”

  Liam’s hand is practically vibrating on my arm now. “Asshole, it is over. With your pathetic operation, it was over before it started. Now, if you’re a smart little boy, you’ll get out of this before you get in too deep.”