Lazarus (The Henchmen MC 7)

There was no other way to describe ten drunk outlaw bikers.

"Laz," Reign called as we stepped into the doorway to the yard. "Run tomorrow," he said casually as he walked away.

Run?

"Shit," Laz hissed.

"Don't worry." I shrugged as he led me to the bike that had me intimately aware was going to be frigid against my bare thighs, "I don't think any of them are going to want to go for a run all hungover," I said as Lazarus stopped me from getting on the bike.

"I forgot," he said, looking uncomfortable.

"Forgot what?"

"We're not running tomorrow; we are going on a run." Sensing that that in no way helped me understand the situation, he shrugged. "Henchmen business," he clarified, making my lips form a silent oh.

Henchmen business.

The Henchmen dealt in guns.

So they were going to, like, deliver guns?

My stomach twisted slightly at the idea, at the danger involved- the chance of them being led into an ambush, of being taken down by a rival organization or, alternately, the possibility of getting caught by the police.

"Hey, I'll be fine." He ducked his head a little. "I'm just mad I forgot to tell you. It'll be two days," he added, making my stomach twist harder. Two days. That meant I would have to go back to my old place, likely run into Chris, Sunny, or worse yet- their boss. "Come on, we'll talk back at my place where you're not fucking shivering," he said and it was the first time I realized I was.

With that, he climbed on, waited for me, and we took off.

"I want you to stay here," he said as soon as we were in the door, me shivering against the warm air thawing my frozen body. "When I'm gone," he clarified. "There's plenty of food. I'll reverse the lock again and give you a key. You can come and go as you please, but I'd like you to stay here."

I wanted to ask why.

I wanted to know if it was because he maybe didn't trust me back in my old life, back with my old habits.

Or if maybe he just wanted me there because he liked having me around, he liked the idea of coming home to me.

I didn't ask though. Partly because I didn't want to get into an argument if it was the former or look needy and pathetic if it wasn't the latter either.

Instead, I just gave him a smile and said, "Okay."

"Okay?" he repeated, giving me what I could only call a wicked look as he moved across the room toward me, the action almost primal and I instinctively moved back a step until the wall behind me prevented any further retreat. "Would it be too much to ask that you be naked the whole time?" he asked, only stopping when the lower half of his body was pressing me against the wall and I had to crane my neck up to look at him. Seeing the barely-controlled heat in his eyes, desire coursed through my system, making my breath get heavy, my breasts swell, my sex tighten. "Won't be able to see you, but it might help the long days on the road," he added with a smirk.

I swallowed hard past the sudden dryness in my mouth. "How about I keep my clothes on and when you get back, you can peel them off me?"

His eyes got even more heated as the smile spread wider. "I think I like your plan better," he said, hand raising, fingers grazing over my cheekbone and then gently down the column of my neck and around to settle at the base of my skull.

Sweet.

Gentle.

So I had no way to anticipate that the next second, his hand would curl in hard and yank me toward him as his head lowered and his lips crashed into mine. Crashed. There was no other way to describe it. His lips bruised into mine as he angled my head back to give himself a better position as he devoured me. His teeth bit my lower lip hard enough to drag a whimper from somewhere deep within my chest, giving him the access he needed for his tongue to slip inside and claim mine.

His knee pressed hard between my legs until they had no choice but to spread slightly and allow the invasion, his thigh sliding up and crushing my pelvis against the wall- his cock pressing hard into my belly, making it clear he was just as affected as I was in that moment- just as consumed in me as I was in him.

My arms went up and around his neck, connecting us fully, my breasts pressing into his chest, the nipples at tightened peaks of desire, making him let out a rumbling noise in his chest as he dropped his hips slightly so his cock pressed me where I needed him most, dragging a ragged moan out of my throat as I shamelessly moved against him, needing relief from the clawing desire in my core.