Page 15 of Hidden Desires (Bikers of Mayhem #2)

ACE

“ A hh, that’s more like it.” Blade exhaled, flopping down on the bed closest to the door without even removing his boots.

Ace grimaced. He could only imagine what the man’s feet would smell like once he removed the boots he had been wearing all day long. That was one of the downsides of living the biker life—having to ensure the foul smell of sweaty feet that had been trapped in boots all day long.

Hockey players had their hockey equipment; bikers had their biker boots.

“You better shower and leave your boots by the window before hopping in bed,” Ace reminded, pulling out a fresh set of clothes from his duffel bag and making his way into the bathroom.

“Argh! You sound like a nagging ex-wife.”

Ace chuckled as he closed the bathroom door.

He turned on the shower and stripped out of his dirty clothes.

Twenty minutes later, Ace was all showered and done brushing his teeth.

He exited the bathroom with the towel wrapped tightly around his waist.

Blade was still lying in the same position on the bed. Clearly, the man hadn’t moved a muscle.

“B, get your ass up,” Ace called, slapping the man’s left foot that was lying, boot and all, on the motel bed.

“Huh?” Blade asked, his head jerking up off the pillow.

“You fell asleep. Go shower.”

“Help. Boots. Have mercy on me, please,” Blade mumbled, still half-asleep with his eyes closed.

Ace stared down at the man lying starfish on the questionable bedspread. There was no way that he was taking a UV light to that thing. Ignorance was bliss.

Even half-asleep, the man still looked sexy as hell. He wasn’t muscular like his brother or Cade, but he was solid in all the right places. He had a build that was strong enough to protect you, but also soft enough that you could cuddle up against and feel safe and loved. If only.

Letting out a breath, Ace grabbed the man’s left boot and began undoing the laces. Once he was done, he pulled it off and held his breath.

Okay, the smell wasn’t that bad… but still, his boots were spending the night next to an open window. His socks… well, those would be buried someplace deep in the bowels of hell. Chuckling, he proceeded to remove the second one.

“Okay, you’re all done. Come on, it’s time for a shower.” He slapped the side of Blade’s thigh, then waited for the man to move.

Nothing.

“Hey. Your stank-ass is not falling asleep in my room with a day’s worth of riding still on your skin.” Ace reached down and grabbed Blade’s arm. He began pulling against the man’s dead weight.

This was getting nowhere.

Fine. He asked for it.

Ace took his finger and poked the man in the ribs.

Blade bolted upright, startled and breathing heavily.

“Oh, good. You’re awake,” Ace said with a smirk on his face.

Annoyed brown eyes found Ace. He let out a huff, then flopped back down on the mattress.

“Annoying ex-wife for sure.”

Ace chuckled.

“Fine.” Blade threw his legs over the bed, then began heading toward the bathroom with a huff.

As he marched to the bathroom, he began peeling off his clothing.

He started with his shirt, tossing it over his shoulder so that it landed on the floor next to Ace’s bed.

Next, he undid his jeans and stepped out of them just steps away from the bathroom.

Those, too, found a spot on the floor just steps away from the bathroom.

His meaty man-ass looked tight in his forest-green boxer briefs.

The man now stood just outside the bathroom in nothing more than his boxer briefs and socks.

“There better be a towel in there, or I’m coming out naked,” he warned, slipping his thumbs into the band of his underwear as he disappeared into the bathroom.

Ace smirked. There was… a towel. It just happened to be the size of a hand.

“Ace!”

“You can use mine when I’m done toweling off.”

Blade’s head popped out of the bathroom.

“Great. Looking forward to smelling your ass all over the towel.”

“Don’t forget to flip it over, and you can smell my nutsack on the other side.”

Blade shook his head. “You’re evil.”

“And your feet smell.”

The bathroom door closed. “They do not!”

By the time Blade emerged from the bathroom in Ace’s damp towel, Ace was all snuggled into his bed, watching some black-and-white movie on TV.

Blade grumbled something as he walked past the bed and bent down to reach into his duffel bag.

“What are you watching?” Blade asked, dropping the towel and baring his full ass in Ace’s face.

Ace’s heart stopped in his chest as he stared at the beefcake’s thick, muscular thighs and beefy man-ass.

Damn, if only he were a top, he would totally destroy that ass.

Blade looked over his shoulder when Ace didn’t respond.

“You checking out my ass?” Blade asked, chuckling when Ace’s eyes darted up from it.

“Please, don’t flatter yourself. I have no interest in that chunky ass of yours.”

That was a lie. He was very interested in having both cheeks fill his palms as he pulled his sweaty body into his own.

Blade pulled on a fresh pair of underwear and then stood.

“Is that so?” the man asked, giving his package a few tugs.

Ace watched as the meat behind the fabric thickened.

Jesus, the dude really was a cocky bastard.

He felt his own cock begin to shift under the covers. Shit.

Ace turned his attention back to the television.

“So, you got any thoughts on who might have killed Chester’s son?”

Blade scratched his reddish-brown beard, then flopped back down on his bed in just his underwear.

“It was probably a mugging.”

Ace shook his head. “Not with those kinds of lacerations. That man was killed with intent and purpose. His attacker wanted to send a message. Whether it was to him or someone else. You don’t do that kind of damage to someone’s body without knowing them.”

No, this was not a random murder. Steven knew his attacker. They had history.

“Guess we’ll find out soon enough,” Blade noted, placing his hand behind his head and turning his attention to the television.

“So, tell me, what was it like growing up with Marcus? I’d hate to share a room with him as a kid.

He seems like the type to play the music loud when you’re trying to sleep. ”

Ace chuckled.

“Hardly. Keep in mind, our parents married when Marcus was sixteen and I was three. He was already in his twenties when I was just a kid. But I guess the guy felt sorry for me or something.”

“Why do you say that?” Blade asked, turning to look at Ace.

Ace shrugged. “Because our parents were shit. They spent more time out drinking and partying than cooking us meals or making sure that we got off to school on time. Marcus kind of took it upon himself to raise me. Keep this between me and you, but sometimes I think of him more as a father than a big brother.”

Blade nodded. “I can see that. Now he’s a father to all of us miscreants. Making sure that we don’t kill ourselves or get ourselves arrested.”

“So, are both your parents Latino?”

“My mom was from Mexico, and my bio dad was from Venezuela. At least that’s what my mother told me. I never met the man.”

“Then your mom came up here and settled on a boring white dude with no rhythm.”

Ace laughed. “Yeah. I keep trying to teach Marcus how to salsa and tango, but he keeps telling me that he has balls. Like that’s even a thing?”

Now it was Blade’s turn to chuckle.

“Cade says that same thing to Lucas all the time. I think it’s a macho man, ego thing.”

“Don’t guys realize that women find it sexy as fuck when a guy can bust a move? Latino men are some of the sexiest dancers in the world.”

“Hey, you’ve never seen my moves,” Blade pointed out.

“Well, you do have the Latino booty, so it might have a nice jiggle to it when it gets moving.”

“So you were checking out my booty earlier.”

“Well, maybe. Can’t help it. I’m gay. Our eyes will always stop on a hot naked man.”

Shit. He regretted the words the moment they left his mouth. Here it comes…

“So you think I’m hot?”

There it is. Fuck. Damn it. Shit.

Now he was never going to hear the end of this egotistical man’s taunts.

“It’s okay if you do. Lots of men and women do. It can’t be helped. I work hard to maintain this… hot … man body.” He stretched out and flexed his body on the bed, trying to extend every part of it. He even turned over onto his stomach and stuck his ass up in the air.

“I’m going to bed.” Ace groaned, rolling over and pulling the sheet up over his head.

“But. Wait! You haven’t seen the gun show yet.”

“Good night.” He groaned again.

Why was he so infatuated with this dufus?

There must be something wrong with him that he was unaware of.

“Hmm, do you think I look good in this lighting? Should we get a ring light?”

“Good night…”

“You’re missing a damn good show…”

More chuckling from the bed next to him.