Page 18 of Hidden Desires (Bikers of Mayhem #2)

BLADE

A fter dinner, the crew regrouped in Marcus’s room to discuss the results of their investigations.

According to the police, Steven’s body was found in a dumpster with a three-inch blade sticking out of his eye.

His body was found by a man who was out walking his dog through a rather deserted area.

There were a few palm trees and some broken-down shacks, but the rest of the area was pretty much sand and small shrubbery.

Nikolai’s exploits were a tad more successful. Some of the local drug dealers who had sold to Steven here and there claimed that the boy was a crack user and constantly owed people money. It was a long cry from the darling angel Chester had described.

Could they really fault a man for only seeing the good in his son? Blade got it. Parents only chose to see what they wanted to see—their child as the perfect little angel they wanted them to be. They refused to see the bad, the wicked, and even the perverse.

Although Blade’s father had no issues seeing his faults.

He saw Blade and all his blasphemous, perverted ways. How his father had turned on him so quickly was part of the reason that Blade had taken things so hard.

It had just been him and his father. His mother had run off when he was only three, so he had no one else around to stand up for him or make his father stop when his punishments were dancing dangerously close to…

well, who was he kidding? His father’s punishments were physical abuse and often came with jail time if performed in certain liberal states.

Down south? No one cared.

Either way, it was clear that Chester had loved his son. Blade sort of envied that.

It was just after one in the morning when Blade and Ace stumbled back into their room. They would look into Steven’s murder with a fresh pair of eyes in the morning. Now, it was time for sleep.

“Argh, finally, my bed!” Ace shouted, toeing off his boots, then flopping down on his bed. His shirt rode up, exposing the lower half of his back as well as the delicious curves of his tempting ass.

Staring at the boy, his body stretched out on the bed, and his smooth, tanned skin on full display, the sight was utterly delicious.

Locking the door behind him, Blade pulled off his boots, then yanked off his shirt.

It was the dead of summer in Vegas. Walking around shirtless was not uncommon for any of them.

Blade’s eyes roamed across the young man’s body, absorbing every gorgeous curve and his delicate, soft skin.

Fuck, the boy was sexy as hell.

If Ace wasn’t Marcus’s little brother, and if Blade didn’t belong to a respected biker gang, would he really be fighting this hard against his hidden desires?

Being gay was becoming increasingly accepted. However, being a member of a biker gang carried certain specific preconceived notions about who they should be.

The men were supposed to be tough and rowdy, constantly horny, and always looking for a good time.

For the most part, he lived up to those stereotypes, having sex with women, even though he really wasn’t attracted to them.

He found it easier to get through the act when having a threesome with another guy.

At least then, he was able to check out the dude’s cock and watch as the guy fucked into the chick. That always kept his meat hard.

But at the end of the day, all he really wanted was one man, one person to call his own. Someone he could cuddle with, someone to fuss over him when he got sick, someone to stand in front of and protect with his last dying breath.

Watching Ace stretch out on the bed, he tried to imagine a life in which the two of them could be together.

He wanted to smile. He wanted to be happy.

But was he really willing to risk destroying his friendship with Marcus and the other guys in the crew?

What if they didn’t accept him? What if they kicked him out of the gang?

Was he truly willing to sacrifice his new family just for a shot at making his heart happy?

“God, this bed feels good.” Ace moaned into the pillow.

Blade chuckled. He was finding it harder and harder to resist. Every reason he had to stop and walk away was being challenged by the cute smile of the boy in front of him. God, give him the strength to see reason.

Fuck. He couldn’t take it any longer.

“You gotta arch your back, boy,” Blade said, taking a stance at the end of Ace’s bed.

Ace turned his head slightly, glancing over his shoulder at Blade. “Huh?”

“If you’re going to make any half-decent content for your OF page, you’re going to need to learn how to arch your back.”

Ace threw a middle finger up at Blade.

That was Ace. Never afraid to tell people where to go, even those double his size.

“Oh yeah?” Blade warned, jumping onto the bed and straddling Ace’s butt between his legs.

They had roughhoused before, but this was the first time they were doing it… alone… in a motel.

“Ah!” Ace laughed as he struggled beneath Blade’s body. “You weigh a ton!”

“Oh, are you calling me fat?” Blade asked as he bounced on the bed, making Ace’s body flop uncontrollably under his own.

“No! You got white man jiggle-fat. That’s all.” Ace laughed as he playfully struggled beneath his weight.

“White man… jiggle… what?” Blade asked, amused by the boy’s choice of words to describe his… solid frame .

He knew he wasn’t as ripped as some of the other guys in the crew, but still, he considered himself a good-looking guy with plenty of man meat to offer any hungry patrons.

“Fat. Jiggle-fat.” Ace chuckled, managing to roll his body around beneath him.

Now they were staring at each other, face-to-face, his solid dick pressing into Ace’s belly.

There was no hiding it. All solid eight inches were pressing hard against his jeans and definitely making a very loud statement.

Ace looked down, even though he couldn’t see his meat pressed firmly against his stomach.

“Well, it looks like someone is happy to see me,” Ace said with a cocky smirk on his face.

Blade burst out laughing and fell onto his back, lying next to Ace on the bed.

That was the thing about Ace: He was always willing to make a joke to save someone from embarrassment or an uncomfortable situation.

“What? No more jiggly-fat?” Ace chuckled, turning onto his side and pressing his body into Blade’s side.

Blade lifted his arm and wrapped it around Ace’s body, pulling him firmly against him.

“Anyone ever tell you that you’re annoying?”

“Everyone. But they also say that I’m charming and sexy, and really great in bed.”

“Is that before or after they leave the money on the nightstand?”

Ace punched him in the side.

Blade chuckled.

“And just so we’re clear, my big guy is always happy to see you. He just doesn’t want your brother to shoot me in the face for slapping my meat on his little brother’s lips.”

Ace’s eyes heated as he stared up at him. He had seen that look on women’s faces before. It was the look they gave before they went down and sucked his dick.

Soft, warm fingers began playing with the thin layer of chest hair that Blade had on his body.

Blade swallowed hard. He wanted this more than anything. Having Ace, curled up on his side, was a fantasy that he only dared to dream about behind closed doors.

His caress felt so good. It was gentle and cautious, and even a tad hesitant.

Finally, he spoke.

“Blade? Can I ask you a personal question?”

“Sure. Anything,” Blade croaked, afraid of what the boy might ask. He was still trying to resist, but his heart was getting the better of him.

“Have you ever been with another man?”

Blade stared up at the ceiling as he shrugged.

“Well, I’ve had threesomes with Nikolai and some of the other guys in the crew.”

Ace shook his head. “No, that’s not what I meant.”

It was the moment of truth.

Blade lifted himself up on one elbow and turned to face the nervous boy lying beside him.

“Once. A long time ago. There was this kid who I grew up with. We used to make out when no one was around, but it never got any further than that. My father caught us one day. That was the day he kicked me out.”

There was such sympathy and heartache in those chestnut eyes staring back at him.

“I’m really sorry that happened to you. I can’t believe your father kicked you out because of who you chose to love.”

Blade gave him a smirk.

“Hate to tell you, Ace, but at that age, it wasn’t love.

It was two guys discovering their dicks for the first time.

But yeah, my dad was an asshole, but I’m glad that it happened.

If it hadn’t, I wouldn’t have met you guys and become the big, bad biker stud that everyone wants to fuck,” Blade said with a snarl.

He shifted on the bed and climbed back onto Ace’s body. Yup, his heart was winning. His dick was getting ready for battle.

A smile spread across the boy’s face.

“Hmm, I’m liking this position.”

“You know what would be even better?”

“What?” Ace asked, smiling up at him.

“Up,” Blade said, pulling Ace’s shirt off his body as he lifted himself off the bed.

Lifting his leg, Blade reached under his body and undid Ace’s jeans, struggling to shimmy them down around his thighs.

Frustrated, he gave a huff before jumping off the bed and yanking the boy’s pants completely off his body.

A soft giggle escaped the sexy stud lying on the bed. He appeared to be enjoying the eager desperation Blade was currently battling.

Taking in the sexy, toned body and hard piece of meat currently contained by a thin layer of cotton, Blade quickly yanked down his own pants, not bothering to undo his button.

With an excited grunt, he jumped back onto the bed, completely burying Ace’s toned frame somewhere beneath his jiggle-fat.

“That’s better,” Blade whispered, staring into the young man’s hungry eyes. “Hi.”

“Hi, to you too, stud.”

Blade brushed his fingers through Ace’s hair, gently moving it to the side.

“I know I shouldn’t say this, but you are so fucking gorgeous.”

Ace’s smile practically reached his ears.

“It’s about time that you noticed.”