Page 36 of Hidden Desires (Bikers of Mayhem #2)

ACE

L ight from the morning sun streamed in through the large glass windows overlooking Vegas’s most famous landmarks. While no one would argue that the daytime view was stunning, Vegas’s true beauty shone bright once the sun had set.

The lights and sounds of Vegas were what gave the city its power over people.

Ace took a sip of his high-end coffee—another perk of staying in one of Vegas’s fancy-ass suites—and let the full-bodied brew roll over his tongue before allowing it to slide gently down his throat. It was the only way to enjoy the full luxury experience.

The beans were fresh from Colombia as advertised on the package, which he had opened only half an hour ago. He could taste the difference between fresh coffee beans from Colombia and that overproduced, manufactured stuff that he was used to slopping each morning at home.

Sitting in the plush, oversized armchair, Ace enjoyed his coffee while basking in the seat of luxury. It was during that solo relaxation that Ace’s mind began to drift back to the summer of his sixteenth year.

“Have you heard this song?” Ace asked his friend Noah, turning up the volume on the stereo he had brought with them down to the lake.

It was sunny and hot, the same as every day out in New Mexico. Ace and his friend Noah had decided to head down to the lake to cool off, like most of the other kids their age did.

“No, who is this?” Noah asked, scrunching up his eyebrows and turning his nose up like he was offended by the music.

“It’s Tina Turner! I came across one of her albums in my parents’ garage the other week and have become fucking obsessed with her music.” Ace turned up the volume again as he jumped up from the sand.

He began dancing to the music, swaying his hips and bopping his head. He had never actually seen one of her music videos, but judging by the picture she had on her album cover, she appeared to be a stunning woman.

“Come on! Get up and dance!” Ace cheered, trying to coax his friend up from the ground.

Noah laughed. “No, I think I’ll sit here and enjoy the rest of my beer.”

Ace had snuck a few beers out of the fridge they kept in the garage, hoping that his big brother Marcus wouldn’t notice. He didn’t need to worry about his parents; they hadn’t been home in the past four or five days. He couldn’t keep track of the days anymore.

“You’re missing out,” Ace tried. “Check this out.” Ace began shimmying his ass like he had seen some of the singers on TV do during late-night television. Guys always seemed to love watching women do it on TV. Perhaps one day he would be able to do it right and land a guy of his own.

A guy of his own. A boyfriend.

Yeah, that would be nice. He wouldn’t mind it if Noah took notice. But so far, Noah had been obsessed with this new girl from Minnesota. Just because she had light-brown hair and aqua-blue eyes, you would think she was a mermaid with the way Noah talked about her.

Whatever. He would find his own man. One who would be crazy obsessed over him.

“Nice ass shake, queer,” some bafoon said as he and his two buddies walked past where Ace and Noah were chilling. “I can see your tampon string hangin’ out yer shorts.”

Ace jerked to a stop and stared at the country redneck as he continued to laugh as he passed.

“What did you say, asshole?” Ace asked, taking a few steps forward like he was going to beat up the guy.

In actuality, Ace was a scrawny teen. He was slim, awkward, and had barely any muscle. He didn’t need strength. He had his wits and a lethal tongue that could make any grown man cry or a hardened criminal suicidal.

The leader of the group stopped and turned back to stare down Ace. “I called you a faggot, homo. What are you going to do about it?”

Ace took another step forward, then stopped when he realized that the other two guys were rolling up their sleeves.

Unleashing his venomous tongue on one person might work, but fending off three men with nothing but your words was a battle no one could win.

“Ace, don’t. Just come sit back down and forget about these guys,” Noah tried. He was sitting on his heels, looking like he might dash off at the first sight of danger.

Ace stared at all three men and hated himself. If he weren’t so weak, he could punch these guys in the face and regain some of his dignity. But if he took these guys on now, they would pummel his ass into the ground, and his ego would be no better off than it was right at that moment.

Tears threatened to attack his face.

“What did you call my little bro?” a familiar voice snarled from just behind Ace.

The three guys looked up at the six-foot-four wall of muscle and swallowed hard.

“Umm, nothing. We were just passin’ by,” Mr. Loudmouth said with a stumble in his voice.

“No. You called my little bro a faggot and a homo. How about you come here, and we’ll see who is a faggot and a homo?” Marcus snarled, placing his hand on Ace’s shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“Umm, no. It’s okay, dude. No harm.”

“Caden, grab the guy,” Marcus ordered. Caden and Chester materialized out of nowhere.

Cade grabbed Mr. Loudmouth by the arm as his two friends took off like bats out of hell.

“No. Please,” the man begged, looking from Marcus to Caden and then back to Marcus.

“Marcus, seriously. It’s alright. It’s no big deal,” Ace muttered, afraid of making the situation worse.

But it was a big deal. The man had made him feel small. Like just because he liked dance music and shaking his ass, he was not the same as other people.

Ace knew that he was different, but he didn’t realize what being different would mean for him as he grew up.

“No, Ace. It is a big deal. I’m about to teach this boy some manners.” Marcus clenched his fists as he walked up to the man being held by Caden and pulled back his fist.

Ace watched as Marcus beat the man for the next five minutes. His actions were rough and violent, and yet, somehow, sweet and endearing—at least to Ace. The dude receiving the massive beating was only seeing the rough and violent part of the act.

“If I ever hear you call my little bro a faggot or a homo again, I’ll cut off your fuckin’ balls,” Marcus threatened, taking a step back and waiting for the man’s response.

The man simply nodded as he stared at the ground, tears welling up in his eyes.

Ace kind of felt bad for the guy, but he brought it on himself. No one had the right to make someone else feel small and insignificant. If they did, they deserved what they got.

“Come,” Marcus said, picking up Ace’s radio and throwing his arm over his younger brother’s shoulders.

They walked back toward their house in silence.

It was nice to know that he always had someone who would stand by his side and protect him. No matter what.

That was love.

That was family.

He couldn’t lie to his brother any longer.

“Marcus, I’m gay.”

The words just fell from Ace’s mouth without him even thinking.

Beside him, Marcus stopped walking and turned to face him.

He was silent. Not saying a word or even moving.

Just when Ace thought he couldn’t take the silence any longer, Marcus finally spoke.

“I know.”

“You know?” Ace asked, his heart pounding in his chest like he had been running a marathon.

“I’ve known since you were six. You kept trying on Mom’s heels and smiling every time a shirtless dude appeared on the television.”

Ace felt his cheeks flush.

“What? But why didn’t you ever say anything?”

Marcus shrugged. “I figured you would tell me when you were ready and felt comfortable enough.”

That was why he loved his big brother. Always there to love him and protect him. Never judging or forcing him to be something he was not.

“I… I…” Ace didn’t know what to say.

“There’s nothing for you to say. You’re my little bro. I love you and will always protect that skinny little ass of yours. No asshole is ever going to speak shit about my little bro, be he gay, straight, or anything in between.”

Ace leaned over and wrapped his arms around his brother. He squeezed him so tightly that it stopped the fluid from leaking from his eyeballs.

“You’re the best, dude,” Ace whispered, hugging his brother like never before.

“Yeah, well. Just promise me you won’t go fucking any of my friends. Those dicks are off-limits. The rest are fair game.”

“Sounds like a deal,” Ace agreed, releasing his brother from his bear hug.

Sipping his coffee, Ace smiled at the forgotten memory. He hadn’t intended to break his promise to his brother, but then again, he hadn’t expected to meet such an amazing man.

A rustling in the hallway caught Ace’s attention. He glanced up just in time to see a pale, white ass disappear into the bathroom.

He chuckled, then took a sip of his coffee as he listened to the steady exhale of Blade’s breath as he emptied his bladder with the bathroom door still open.

What was it about listening to a man pee that always turned him on? It wasn’t the act of peeing so much as the crude and boyish behavior behind the act that always made his dick hard.

The toilet flushed, and then the water ran for a brief thirty seconds.

At least the man washes his hands after taking a leak. That was definitely a point in the “keepers” column.

“Fuck, that feels better,” Blade announced, walking into the living room with his dick swinging with every step.

Yet another thing that turned Ace on to no end.

Perhaps he had a sex addiction? Everything about this man seemed to turn him on. Was this normal? He’d never felt this horny with other guys he had dated.

Blade walked up to the armchair with a smirk on his face. Without warning, he turned and sat his soft, meaty ass in Ace’s lap.

Fuck, the dude weighed a ton, but there was no way that he was kicking the sexy, naked man off his lap.

No sir.

These plump, jiggly buns were remaining on his lap.

“Morning, sexy,” Blade greeted, leaning back and grinding his ass into Ace’s lap.

“Good morning to you too, stud. You seem rather cheery this morning.”

Blade grabbed hold of Ace’s free arm and wrapped it around his stomach, conveniently just an inch above the beginning of his man trail.

“Who wouldn’t be cheery waking up next to you each morning,” Blade said, resting his back against Ace’s chest.

“You know, for a big tough guy, you sure are cuddly.”

“Don’t tell anyone. That’s a secret only you and I will share.”

Ace couldn’t help but smile. They really were a couple. Sharing intimate sides of each other that only they knew.

“Your secret is safe with me, big guy,” Ace said, wrapping his arms tight across Blade’s chest and giving him a gentle kiss on the side of his forehead.

Breathing in Blade’s scent, Ace wondered if this would be the last time they held each other. If things went badly tonight, they might very well lose each other.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“What? Sit naked in your lap? Well, I’d rather have you sitting naked in mine, but I’m too comfortable and lazy to move now.” Blade chuckled.

“No. I mean this thing tonight with the Cyanyd Kings. You’re still not one hundred percent, and if things go wrong…” He couldn’t finish the rest of his thought.

Blade took Ace’s hand in his and held it close to his chest.

“I don’t think I’ve ever told you this, but one of the things that I love about the Shadow Vipers is that we have each other’s backs.

If one of us gets in trouble, then the rest of the crew comes running to protect them.

Chester might not be an active member of the Shadow Vipers anymore, but he will always be a brother to us all.

If I turn my back on him and the crew, then I will be dishonoring the thing I love the most about the crew. ”

“I know. I just don’t want to see you get hurt, is all.”

“I know. And I love you for that. I’ve always wanted someone who cares about me as much as you do. Plus, do you really think Marcus will let me continue to stick my dick in you if I chicken out and abandon the guys now?”

Ace slapped Blade across the chest.

“You’re always so crude.”

“Yeah, but you love that about me.”

“Argh, I hate it that you know me so well.”

Ace wrapped his arms around Blade once more and held him tight. They didn’t know what tonight might bring, but for now, they could hold each other in their arms.

“Umm, Ace?” Blade asked, sounding suddenly concerned.

Ace’s body tensed with anticipation.

“Yeah, what is it?”

“Someone’s awake.”

“What?” Ace asked, confused by the odd statement.

He glanced down at Blade until his eyes landed on the massive hard-on currently pointed at his face.

Was this what it felt like to be “held at dick point”?

A wicked smile spread across Ace’s face. It was time for his ass to get destroyed.

“How about we take this to the bedroom?” Ace asked, pushing against Blade’s shoulders in an effort to get his heavy body off him.

Blade chuckled. “I see someone is in a hurry to have their ass stretched out and their prostate assaulted.”

“Yes. That. Now get off me so I can go grab the lube.”

The time for chatting was over. The time for dicking was now.