Gray's Shadow (Kings of Hell MC 4) - Page 114
“They want to regroup and rest tonight,” he said, squeezing Shadow’s wrist and pulling it away from his crotch.
Shadow’s warm breath tickled Gray’s ear. “A little wait won’t hurt anyone, will it?” He pressed his groin to Gray’s tailbone as if his suggestions hadn’t been obvious enough before. “Remember how good it was? Your body was so tight I wasn’t even sure my cock would fit, but it did. It fit perfectly. Deep in your gorgeous ass until I left my cum inside of you. Do you still feel it?” Shadow asked, pulling on Gray’s earlobe with his teeth.
An uncontrollable shudder went through Gray. A broken whine left his lips. It was so fucking hot. If it were only about him, he’d have gladly stayed in bed with Shadow for days, forgetting all his obligations and even his own rules. But he couldn’t, because this wasn’t just about him.
It was about Shadow, who did not have the same sense of passing time as Gray.
“Not now, please. Let go.” He hated how weak it sounded, but he did feel supremely weak right now.
Shadow let out a deep sigh of discontent and pulled away a few inches, leaving Gray in need of touch. It would be a lose-lose game until Gray got used to the effect Shadow’s presence had on him following their physical bonding.
“Fine. But I don’t like it. It’s dangerous. Beast was shot, the others didn’t manage to fight off those people even though there were more of them then. And now we’re to go in there like mice into a house full of cats?”
Gray stared at the neon logo depicting a dancing woman in skimpy underwear. Parts of it lit up at different times, creating the illusion of movement. That was exactly what he needed for distraction. Few things were as much of a turnoff for Gray as commercialized sex. He’d never understood its appeal, even in the version aimed at gay men.
The no-frills building with red walls promised exactly what he needed to forget about the wonderful throbbing deep inside him.
“What if this is our only chance though? They might as well ship those rubies off by tomorrow, and I bet they think they covered their tracks. We’re at an advantage if they don’t expect danger.”
Shadow got off the bike but his hand still found its way to Gray’s nape, stroking it so delightfully Gray would have purred if the situation were less straining on his nerves. He could hardly believe that he’d taken the plunge into whatever his relationship with Shadow would be, but he did, and now he needed to take on all the responsibilities that came with it.
“What if you get hurt?” Shadow asked.
Gray pointed a finger at his chest, somewhat offended that Shadow doubted his skills. “Me? Why would I get hurt? I’ve been doing these kinds of jobs for years. And now I have my arm back too. It’s all good. We’ll just go in and pretend we’re there to see the girls. Nothing dangerous.”
“Maybe…” Shadow’s fingers dipped all the way to Gray’s jaw, and he leaned down for a kiss that quickly deepened. His hot tongue was pure bliss, and the pleasure once more drizzled down Gray’s chest, all the way to his cock, which Shadow cupped in his hand.
The sense of weightlessness was overwhelming. Gray’s thoughts became rapid and sketchy until they resembled unreadable scribbles. His dick hardened, and his hole, which was still tender from earlier, now throbbed for more until his brain filled with images of him bent over the bike and Shadow roughly entering him from behind.
“D-do you want to stay with me or not?” Gray whispered, ultimately turning his head away from the kiss.
Shadow combed back his hair and stepped away. “I do. I want to stay.”
Gray rubbed his face, taking deep gulps of the cool night air to clear his head. “Then let’s not wait. This could end up being our one chance. Do you understand that?”
That finally got Shadow’s attention. Their eyes met and Shadow nodded, letting his hands drop. “Yes, I’m sorry. I’ll do my best.”
For this plan to work, they would have to keep their distance inside. He briefly explained to Shadow how he should act in the strip club, and then they rode down the road and parked in front of the lone building across from the liquor store which had already closed for the night.
For the purpose of staying on the down-low, Gray left his cut in the saddlebag, but once he stepped inside the joint and the dull rhythm drummed in his ears, he felt naked without it.
Cherries was the kind of place where he and Shadow immediately stood out as outsiders. Not just because they were dressed more tidily than the few patrons Gray saw peppered around the room, but the way eyes darted their way suggested the bar catered mostly to regulars. At 3 a.m on a Monday, that wasn’t particularly surprising.
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