Page 13 of Hidden Desires (Bikers of Mayhem #2)

BLADE

T here was no better feeling than hitting the open road with a pack of your brothers. Feeling that steady roar of one hundred and four pounds of horsepower humming between your legs and the gentle wind rushing at your face was both soothing and empowering.

There was no better feeling.

Well, except for sex. That was always a great feeling.

And hand jobs.

Yes, hand jobs. Especially when they were given by a certain Latino twink who happened to be related to the big man himself.

Talk about forbidden fruit.

Ever since that night, Blade hadn’t been able to get Ace’s face out of his mind.

Feeling his breath against his chest as he worked over his dick.

Listening to him moan as he worked over his meat.

Fuck.

His smooth, tanned skin and chocolate-brown eyes.

Why was it that Latino men always had the fittest bodies? And that ass… don’t even get him started on that incredible bubble butt of his.

The man was a bottom, and damn proud of it. And who wouldn’t be with an incredible ass like that?

Blade often wondered what it would feel like to have his cock buried deep inside that beautiful hole—slapping his cock against those cheeks, just to see them move and jiggle.

Fuck, that was hot.

Ignoring the growing boner between his legs, Blade switched lanes and pulled up next to Caden and nodded.

The man gave him a quick wave, with Lucas clinging to his sides.

Seeing how happy the two of them were made Blade wonder if perhaps he should try to find himself a better half as well.

And would that be a man or a woman ? that annoying voice inside his head asked.

It was that voice that kept reminding him how worthless he was, and that at any moment, he could lose everything important to him—his brothers and his family.

While he spent his nights fucking women like it was nobody’s business, he really had no interest in making any of them permanent. He was gay and closeted. And after what happened with his father and Jerry, he had no desire to come out as gay and risk losing yet another one of his families.

“Anyone ever tell you that you got a thick man-booty?” Ace’s voice asked over the Bluetooth in his ear.

They all used Bluetooth to communicate while riding.

Apparently, Blade had forgotten to end his call with Ace when he called to ask if he had brought any extra suntan lotion.

Like the guy needed any protection against the heat of the sun.

The man had perfectly tanned skin that somehow seemed to glisten when under the New Mexico sun.

Blade smirked. He liked it when Ace teased him or pretended to get annoyed. Any attention was good attention.

“Thanks for noticing. It’s from all the squats I do while standing over your face,” Blade responded in that cocky man-whore voice of his.

He subtly glanced over his shoulder as Ace rode up beside him.

The man shook his head before giving him the finger, then sped up ahead of him.

He loved pissing off the little twerp.

“Where is he?” Caden whispered from behind the curtain.

“Shh. He’s sitting at the table next to the stage,” Blade answered, crouched down next to his buddy. “There are, like, four of them there. Ace, his date, and two others I know I’ve seen in the bar before. I think one of them does drag.”

“You sure you want to do this?” Caden asked for the millionth time since they arrived. “He might actually kill you.”

He highly doubted it. Depending on Ace’s mood, he might get pissed off, murderous, angry, or he might love it. He was betting on loving it.

“Yes. It’ll be hilarious. Ace won’t know what hit him.” Blade chuckled, staring at the smiling face of his boss’s little brother. “Come.”

Blade crouched down and moved toward the booth.

“Hey, stud, mind if I choose the next song?” Blade asked the lanky, love-struck puppy manning the music booth.

The poor man didn’t stand a chance. When a hot, biker dude covered in tattoos asks you to let him in and select the next karaoke song, you drop to your knees and do what he says.

The man nodded, eager to please, like so many men and women before him.

Blade flipped through the stack of CDs and found the one that he was looking for. He popped it into the player, then gave the awestruck man his instructions.

This was going to be awesome!

“Cade. Take off your shirt and unbutton your jeans,” Blade ordered, removing his own shirt to the gasp of the man standing next to the electronics. Blade gave him a wink.

Putty in his hands.

Blade nodded, giving the man the go-ahead to start.

“Next up, we have Ace singing ‘Girls Just Want to Have Fun’!” the announcer said over the speakers.

Ace slammed his hand down on the table, looking caught off guard but also excited. This was one of Ace’s favorite songs. Blade had to listen to him sing it every time he was on bar-duty cleanup.

The guys at the table all cheered their friend on as he took a big sip of his drink, then came running up onto the stage.

He looked so excited.

Blade loved it!

Ace grabbed the microphone and waited for the music to begin. He was a pro. He didn’t need to look at the screen to know the words.

The lights came low as the music to his favorite song began.

Ace began dancing around the stage, bopping his head as the intro played. He was getting ready for his big beginning.

That’s when the music shifted.

Ace’s head jerked up as the intro to another song began to play.

Blade chuckled at the look of pure confusion on Ace’s face.

The crowd went wild as another gay anthem began to play.

Shrugging his shoulders, Ace decided to lean into the new song being played.

The intro to “It’s Raining Men” started playing to the cheers and hollers of the crowd around them. Ace began running on the spot as he shook his hands out in front of him, building up the excitement and atmosphere of the bar.

People all joined in singing as Ace jumped around the stage calling on all “raining men”!

It was in that moment that Blade and Caden jumped out from behind the curtain and began dancing alongside Ace on stage.

The audience lost it.

They cheered, they whistled, and they began clawing at the stage.

Their favorite twink was being gyrated by two hunky bikers, both shirtless, covered in tattoos, and grinding up against a shocked Ace.

Blade grabbed Ace by the hips and bent him over, simulating fucking him deep from behind.

Ace began laughing and screeching as he lost all control on stage.

The bar exploded with cheers.

On the other end, Caden grabbed Ace by the hair and began face fucking the air around his mouth.

Both Caden and Blade raised an arm and began fist-pumping the air as they conquered their boy on stage.

The crowd cheered like nothing Blade had ever heard in his entire life.

Judging by the huge smile on Ace’s face and the laughter spilling from his gut, Ace was loving every second of his prank.

He knew he would.

From the corner of Blade’s eye, he spotted Ace’s date, who didn’t look quite as impressed that his date was being manhandled by two sweaty beefcakes during his karaoke performance.

Fuck him. He wasn’t family.

He wasn’t Ace.

He fucking loved playing with Ace.

The pack had been on the road for just over twelve hours. They would be arriving in Nevada at any time. While the GPS might anticipate a travel time of approximately eleven hours, it clearly had never traveled with a pack of bikers.

They stopped for food, to take a piss, chat with locals, even take a few selfies with horny women and a few curious guys.

Blade didn’t mind. He loved riding on the open road with the wind against his face and his brothers at his side.

The Shadow Vipers were his family now. He loved them and trusted that they would always have his back. Not like his real family.

As they passed the broken-down diners and abandoned motels, Blade thought about his own past. When he had run off from the circus—or should he say, when his father kicked him out of their home—he had spent the next six months living on the streets, making his own shelters and relying on the charity of others for a warm meal and occasionally a roof over his head.

Yes, he occasionally did things he wasn’t proud of to earn money and even stole cash from an elderly woman’s purse when she wasn’t looking. It wasn’t that he enjoyed doing those sorts of things; he did them in order to survive.

Seeing all the abandoned homes and businesses, he wondered about their histories.

Did their owners also do everything possible to keep their businesses alive?

Did they have to make morally gray decisions in the hopes that everything would turn out well in the end?

Clearly, they had not.

After living on the streets for about seven months, Blade was getting desperate and angry.

Each day was a struggle, and each night seemed worse than the last. It was then that he met Rico, the leader of one of the local LA Mexican drug cartels.

The man had heard of Blade’s talents with a knife and hired him to work as a collector for his crew.

His job was simple: find people who owed the cartel money and…

convince them to pay up. Those who refused or couldn’t clear their debt…

were… well… they decided to take an extended vacation that included a long swim at the bottom of the ocean.

It was during one of these discussions that Marcus first met Blade. Marcus and his former boss at the time had stopped by to deliver some merchandise that Rico had ordered from the crew.

“Well, now what do we have going on over here?” Marcus asked, approaching Blade as he was mid-throw.

The tiny steel blade landed in the chest of the man dangling from the ceiling. His wrists were bound above his head, and blood was dripping from the three other tiny blades sticking out of the man’s arm, stomach, and left thigh.

Blade figured the man had another three or four throws in him before he would bleed out and eventually slip away.

“He owes me money,” Rico muttered, too busy verifying his order to look up.

Marcus and his boss exchanged a glance.

Blade picked up another blade from the table and tossed it over his shoulder without even looking at his mark. Judging by the scream that emerged from the dangling man, he knew he had hit his intended target.

“How much to purchase this guy from you?” Marcus asked.

“The guy’s not for sale. If he can’t give me my money, he’s going to end up in the desert beside the rest who couldn’t pay.”

The bleeding man sobbed as a thick stream of blood dripped from his lips.

“No, not the man being tortured. I’m talking about your man with the blades,” Marcus clarified.

Rico slowly lifted his head and stared at Marcus.

“He’s a very talented young man,” Rico noted, placing the cover back on the crate. Apparently, he was no longer interested in his merchandise. “I wouldn’t let him go for anything less than one fifty Gs.”

Blade looked over at his new boss and wondered what the heck was happening. Was he being sold into slavery? Who were these guys offering to “purchase” him and his services?

Marcus whispered something to his boss, who nodded.

“Deal. We’ll take it out of the cut you owe us for the merchandise.”

Rico looked over at Blade with an evil grin. Apparently, he had done this before.

“Sure.”

The words made Blade feel sick. Had he just been sold like an animal?

Smirking, Marcus walked over and placed a hand on Blade’s shoulder.

“I’m Marcus. Hope you like motorcycles.”

Blade didn’t know what to do.

If he refused to go with the strange man, would Rico have him killed, like this poor sap hanging like a piece of meat?

If he went with the two men, what would he be walking into?

He could always try to fight his way out.

Yeah, that would most likely result in lots of blood and him in a body bag.

Not really having much of a choice, he stuck out his hand and introduced himself.

If things went south, he could always attack his new owners then.

Nodding, Marcus gave him a reassuring smile.

Marcus later told Blade that he decided to purchase him from Rico as a way of getting him away from that deranged psychopath. While they might do business with the man, that environment was no place for a kid who was barely twenty-three.

And Marcus was right. Six months later, Blade heard that Rico and his crew had been massacred in a violent turf war that had been raging in LA for years.

The roaring of their bikes slowed as the leader of their pack pulled into the parking lot of a beaten-down motel.

Blade slid his Harley in next to Caden’s Kawasaki Ninja. Caden’s bike was a lot sportier than the others. But that was Cade’s personality. He was sweet and young and enjoyed impressing his boyfriend with his alpha male qualities. Apparently, that was a huge turn-on for Luc. Who knew?

“This is not the Mirage or Caesars Palace,” Nikolai bluntly commented as he walked up to Blade, who was still sitting on his bike.

Blade looked around.

It reminded him of the type of motel that Norman Bates might walk out of. The neon sign out front had three broken letters, and judging by some of the women hanging around, Blade got the sense that you could rent the room by the hour.

“Stop your bitching,” Ace said as he walked up to them carrying a handful of room keys. “Have you ever tried planning a murder at the Mirage? It’s security camera central there. At least here, criminal activity is welcome.”

“The man has a point,” Lucas said as he walked up to join them.

“That’s why I left the bookings up to you, little bro. You think about these things and make sure that we all stay out of jail,” Marcus added, pulling a key out of Ace’s hand. “I get my own room,” he said before turning and making his way down to the end of the row of rooms.

“I’ll share,” Lucas said, grabbing a key and taking his man by the hand. Caden and Lucas walked down the row in the opposite direction from Marcus.

“I don’t share,” Nikolai chimed in, yanking a key free and walking away before Ace and Blade even had a chance to comment.

“The guy’s a liar. He shared two chicks with me last month,” Blade commented, earning a groan and an eye roll from Ace.

“Guess you’re sharing a room with me.” Ace turned and began walking toward their room.

Blade smirked.

This could get interesting.