Page 35 of Hidden Desires (Bikers of Mayhem #2)

Ace chuckled.

“Sorry, you’re right. Blade, oh sexy and wise one, would you be alright if my boner dry-humped your back?”

“Not sure how dry it will be in the tub, but feel free to leave cum stains between my blades if you want.”

“You have the true heart of a poet, stud,” Ace responded.

Blade turned his head to the side and gave him a smirk.

“Only for you, my horny little minx.”

Placing one arm across Blade’s chest, Ace scooped up some bubbles with the loofah and began washing Blade’s chest. He placed his cheek against the side of Blade’s and let the feeling of romance slide over him.

This, right here, was what Ace had always craved. Holding the man he loved, while listening to the steady purr of the beast’s happiness.

A moan eventually escaped Blade’s lips. Ace couldn’t help but fall in love with the man even more.

“I’m sorry that your father tried to kill you,” Ace whispered.

He had wanted to speak to Blade earlier about what happened, but didn’t want to interfere with his recovery. He wasn’t exactly sure how deep Blade’s hatred for his father went, so he figured it was best if he waited a bit to broach the subject.

Blade’s body stiffened between his legs.

“Umm, thanks? Yeah, the man has been a bastard ever since he found out I was gay. But to be honest, I never thought he would try to kill me. That one came as a surprise to me.”

Ace continued to wash Blade’s arms and stomach, being careful once again around his healing wounds.

“I can’t imagine how you must be feeling. I know my mother and Marcus’s father are no saints. They were never concerned with being parents and basically abandoned us the first chance they got. But neglect and wanting to kill your offspring are two very different things.”

“You got that one right.” Blade went silent as he stared off into space.

It appeared that he was having a moment, so Ace decided to just remain silent and give the man a chance to process.

“The truth is that I was more concerned with protecting you from him than caring that my own father wanted to murder me. And for what? Because he thought his boss wanted to replace him with me?”

“People can be fucked in the head,” Ace whispered. He moved the loofah across Blade’s body, rubbing suds all over him.

He hoped that Blade felt safe and loved in his arms.

“Thank you for coming back for me,” Blade whispered, placing his hand over Ace’s and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“I never would have left you if it hadn’t been for Tweedledum and Tweedledee forcing me into that car. I felt sick to my stomach thinking that I was never going to see you again.” Ace let the loofah slip from his hand before leaning forward and capturing Blade’s lips against his.

His mouth opened slowly, taking in Blade’s tongue and loving the way the man’s mouth asserted control while providing Ace just enough room to believe that he could take over the kiss if he wanted to.

But Ace would never want to. He loved having a man dominate him inside the bedroom. Feeling a man’s hard body up against his as he took control and claimed what was his.

But tonight, they were not in the bedroom. Tonight, Ace was in charge.

Working his lips against Blade’s, he slid his hand under the water until his fist wrapped itself around Blade’s hard shaft.

Blade moaned into Ace’s mouth.

Yes, tonight was all about Blade. Making sure that the man was relaxed and taken care of.

With their lips locked together, Ace began moving his hand up and down Blade’s throbbing shaft.

The man tilted his head back and gave in to the intoxicating sensation of Ace’s tight grip.

He didn’t blame Blade. He was wrapped in the arms of a man who loved sex.

A man who had spent years perfecting the art and learning every move that gave a man pleasure.

Ace wanted to share those skills with Blade.

Making sure that the rough biker dude between his legs experienced every level of pleasure known to man.

“Fuck, that’s good,” Blade whispered. His eyes were closed, and his hips moved in rhythm with Ace’s strokes.

Having his arms wrapped around Blade’s body while he played with the man’s dick was every fantasy come to life. The feeling of passion and closeness was intoxicating, almost making it too much to bear.

Knowing that each moan, each spasm of Blade’s body was directly caused by him.

“You wish that was my hungry, tight hole wrapped around your throbbing, hard cock?” Ace asked, feeling Blade’s cock thicken at the thought.

Blade nodded. He leaned his head back against Ace’s chest and lifted his hips to allow more access to every inch of his cock.

“God, I missed having that great big dick deep inside me. Fucking me hard and stretching my hole.”

“Yes. Fuck yes.” Blade moaned, eyes closed tight as he gripped Ace’s thighs under the water.

“Oh yeah. That’s hot. Me on all fours, gripping the sheets as you pound me hard without mercy. More. Harder. Take what you want. Make me your own. Fuck, that feels so good.”

Blade nodded, lips slightly parted.

“Fuck. I love it when you take charge. Show me how a real man fucks a tight hole.”

Between his legs, Ace could feel Blade’s body begin to spasm.

He was getting close.

Ace leaned closer and whispered into Blade’s ear.

“I want you to come inside me. Breed my hole and mark me as your own.”

“Oh fucking Jesus, that’s hot,” Blade huffed, bucking his hips upward and fucking himself into Ace’s fist. “Jesus, I’m close.”

Ace tightened his grip as he picked up the pace.

Blade’s breathing hitched as he approached that point of no return.

Knowing he was close, Ace used his other hand to pull Blade’s body firmly up against his and began kissing his neck.

That threw Blade over the edge.

He jerked his body back and let out a monstrous roar that Ace was pretty sure could be heard by their neighbors down the hall.

He spasmed and jerked as he shot his load into the bath.

Ace didn’t let up. He held Blade tight and continued to jerk his cock, until Blade’s body melted into his, and his spasming ceased.

Fuck, the man is so gorgeous when he comes.

“Fuck, that was hot. One day, I want you to breed my hole and make me your own,” Ace whispered into Blade’s ear.

A tired and beaten Blade turned his head toward Ace.

“God, I love you.” With that declaration, he leaned backward and gently captured Ace’s lips in his.

There was so much love and adoration in that simple kiss.

Ace could feel his heart swell. This man. This frustratingly sweet and funny and sexy-as-hell man had stolen his heart. It now belonged to the sexy biker dude resting naked between his legs.

Talk about every gay boy’s fantasy.