Page 33 of Hidden Desires (Bikers of Mayhem #2)

BLADE

I t had been five full days in a crowded hospital room filled with foul-mouthed biker dudes who refused to leave his side, claiming that they weren't interested in hitting any of the casinos or doing anything even remotely fun in Vegas.

The guys were terrible liars.

Terrible, terrible liars.

But Blade loved that his brothers were there by his side. Even the ones who stayed back in New Mexico videoconferenced in and had virtual chill sessions with Blade and the boys.

Alexis and Jake went on about the tattoo parlor that opened up across the street. They were thinking about getting matching tattoos but didn’t want to get anything too corny or “spousy,” as they put it.

Damian went on about this couple he had a threesome with. Apparently, the chick had pegged her boyfriend, and Damian wanted to know whether any of the other guys had experienced being pegged by a girl.

“Well, I can tell you what it’s like getting rammed by a dude,” Ace offered. “But when it comes to getting fucked by a piece of silicone, I’ll leave that up to Caden and the other guys to share.”

Lucas chuckled at his boyfriend.

“Hey! I’ve never had anything up inside my butt, so leave me out of it,” Caden defended.

He still claimed to be strictly a top, but Blade wondered if it was just a matter of time before he ventured into ass-play territory.

“Does licking your ass count?” Lucas asked, glancing between Ace and Caden.

“It depends. Did the tongue go inside?” Ace asked.

Lucas shook his head.

“Then no, Caden’s ass virginity is still intact.”

“Shame, bro. You don’t know how good it feels having your prostate massaged by a woman’s finger or a—” Nikolai cut himself off when he realized that all the guys were staring at him.

“What?” Nikolai shrugged his shoulders. “I had a chick once who was obsessed with my ass and insisted that I let her peg my butt. So I did.”

“And?” Damian asked over video chat. He and Alexis were leaning eagerly into the screen.

“And what? It was the biggest load I ever shot. Seriously, man. If you ever get a chance to try it, be prepared to come your ass off.”

Damian smiled into the camera. It appeared that his mind had been made up.

“That sounds so hot. I’m going to stop by the sex shop on the way home tonight,” Alexis said.

“No, you're not!” Jake called off-camera. “My ass is still a no-fly zone.”

“We’ll see about that, baby,” Alexis teased, smiling up at her man, who was standing somewhere behind the tablet they were using.

Blade loved how sexually adventurous Alexis was.

He had a feeling that Jake did a lot more in the bedroom than his heterosexual, slightly homophobic self would ever admit to.

Sometimes Jake’s opinions and words bordered on offensive, but Marcus and the guys would never stand for anything that hurt or disrespected any of the members of their crew.

“You sure you don’t want me to stay?” Ace asked for the third time in twenty minutes. “I could drain your balls again, and then we can cuddle some more if you want?”

Groaning, Blade tucked the sheet tighter under his body, protecting himself from the horny little devil.

“Babe, you know how much I love that wicked mouth of yours and incredibly high sex drive, but my dick has never been so chafed in all my life. It needs a good six hours free of your love and enthusiasm.”

Ace raised an eyebrow at Blade.

“Who said anything about love? Yes, my mouth waters and my ass opens up when I see that thing at full mast, but I never said that I ‘loved’ your cock,” Ace said with a teasing roll of his eyes.

“You did two hours ago when I was buried balls deep, fucking you in that little tiny bathroom that doesn’t seem to have a functioning lock on the door.”

Ace looked over his shoulder at the room they had defiled multiple times over the last two days. Apparently, working over his dick was a part of Blade’s physiotherapy… according to Dr. Ace, of course.

He was pretty sure that the on-duty nurse had entered his room during their last “physio” session and quickly made her retreat when she heard the muffled noises coming through the wooden door. She hadn’t been able to make eye contact with either of them ever since.

“Hmm, that’s strange. I wonder if hallucinations are part of the side effects of being stabbed. I don’t recall any such dicking. Perhaps I should get the doctor.”

Blade chuckled.

“Six hours, babe. Prove to me that I’m more than just a great dick.” Blade smirked, challenging the horny man staring down at him.

Placing his hand on Blade’s, Ace leaned down and gently kissed his lips.

There was so much love and emotion behind that kiss. It was like years of want and longing were finally being unleashed in a flood of passion.

“You’re more than just a great dick, B,” Ace whispered, slowly pulling away from Blade. “You’re the one man I truly feel like myself around.”

Blade took Ace’s hand once again and pulled him down until their lips touched one more time.

“Don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I love you, Ace.”

Staring up into Ace’s hopeful eyes, he knew that his heart did not belong to himself anymore. His heart now belonged to the mouthy little shit standing over him. God, he loved this man.

“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow, stud,” Ace said, grabbing his wallet and keys from the windowsill and waving at Blade from just outside the hospital room door.

Sitting alone in the room, Blade kind of missed the craziness and madness of having a room full of bodies. A room full of people who cared for and enjoyed being with him. He was a lucky man.

He had a guy who loved him, a leader who looked out for him, and a band of brothers and sisters who stood by him. What more could he ask for?

“Well, for someone who went up against the Demon Blade Thrower, I was kind of expecting fewer body parts and more bleeding,” a voice said from the doorway.

Blade’s head jerked up at the sudden intrusion.

Filling the space in front of the door was a scary-looking dude with a tattoo that ran across his shaved head and down the side of his face.

He definitely wasn’t a nurse.

“You should have seen me the first night,” Blade decided to respond. He wasn’t quite sure who he was talking to, but he had a sneaking suspicion.

“Are you going to tell me where you buried the body?” the man asked, folding his arms across his chest and leaning up against the doorframe.

Blade shrugged his shoulders. “Sorry, but I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

The man nodded his head as if he understood, then entered the room uninvited.

“Rumor has it that you wish to have a meeting with the boss,” the man said, crossing the room and stopping next to Blade’s bed.

Blade lay comfortably in bed, shirtless, wearing little more than hospital scrubs that Caden snagged for him. There was no way he was going to wear one of those robes that left his ass on full display.

His manly jiggle-butt was for one man’s eyes only.

“Word is that your boss wants to offer me a job.”

“Hmm, that might be the case.” The man reached into his inner jacket pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. He placed the note down on Blade’s chest, then headed toward the door.

“Be there in two days. Should give you some time to recover and get discharged from this damn place.”

With that, the man disappeared into the hallway.

Still watching the door, Blade unfolded the note and stared at the address.

Phase one of their plan was complete.

He leaned over on the bed and picked up his cell phone from the small table beside him. He punched in Marcus’s number, then held the phone up to his ear.

“He sent one of his men. Meetings in two days,” Blade instructed.

“Perfect,” Marcus responded. “I’ll get things set up on our end. See you tomorrow, bud.”

Blade ended the call, then glanced at the piece of paper one last time.

Two days.

This was what they had come to do—get justice for one of their brothers.