Page 4 of Hidden Desires (Bikers of Mayhem #2)

BLADE

O utside the house, the music could be heard blaring from down the block. It was a Saturday night, Blade's first Saturday night off in weeks.

Tonight, he was going to have fun. He was going to get shit-faced, perhaps snort a line or two, and hopefully find a chick or two to stick his dick into and blow his load.

It had been three days since he emptied his nuts, and his jeans were feeling all sorts of tight.

Stepping off his bike, he adjusted his deep-green T-shirt and tugged on the waistband of his jeans.

To say that Blade was overconfident was an understatement.

He knew that he was good-looking, badass, and that all the chicks wanted to fuck him.

And why shouldn’t they? He was six feet tall, with a relatively muscular build, biceps that could wrestle a bear, and an eight-inch cock that could destroy any tight hole it decided to explore.

Life was great. One could say he had it all.

He was a member of the Shadow Vipers, a criminal biker gang that was well-respected and feared by many.

He had close friends, a house, and brothers all around him.

Okay, and sisters too. There were female members of the gang as well.

The point was that he had a very large found family and loved it.

The town they lived in was called Baton, perfectly placed in the great state of New Mexico.

It was not an overly populated town. In fact, the town was rather small, and most of its residents were basically there to pass the time and die.

People who wanted excitement lived in the larger towns and cities.

That being said, they did have a decent-sized biker population. Blade chalked that up to people liking Marcus. Well, they liked the idea of Marcus—big, beefy biker, with a hot temper, but a big heart.

Go figure. Oxymoron if there ever was one.

Marcus was their fearless leader, head of the Shadow Vipers biker gang, and owner of the Ride ’em Hard bar.

When it came to Viper business, Marcus was tough and mean and didn’t take any shit from anyone.

But when it came to the people around him, he loved them hard and always made sure they were taken care of.

That also included the town. He donated money, made sure that repairs were made, and even helped out with community events—all on the down-low, of course.

He did have a reputation to keep after all.

That being said, those people in the community who liked to keep things wild and fun tended to stick together.

Take tonight’s party, for example. The house belonged to one of the newly divorced MILFs who frequented the bar on a regular basis.

It seemed that once a woman… or man, got a divorce in this town, their legs suddenly unlocked and opened, giving access for the nearest horned-up biker to easily invade.

That reminded him. He was horny. He needed to get drunk, then get his balls drained. A guy with his good looks and sexual stamina should not go this long without getting laid.

Walking up the path to the front door, he added a bit of swagger to his walk, showing off his confidence and reminding people who he was—a man to be feared and respected.

He was Blade. Just Blade.

He had given up his real name when he left his old life and joined his new family.

Being a member of the Shadow Vipers meant being a member of a much greater family.

A family built on loyalty, respect, and, of course, brotherly love—not in the “I fuck my brother” kind of way—although a couple of the guys had started dating each other—but in the “I love you as a brother” kind of way.

“Blade!” Nikolai shouted as Blade walked into the house. “It’s about fuckin’ time you got here,” Nikolai slurred, stumbling toward him and spilling half his beer on Blade’s boots. “Here, you need to catch up.”

Nikolai grabbed a bottle of vodka from a man trying to pour himself a drink and shoved the bottle into Blade’s face.

The man didn’t say a thing. That was the power of being a member of the Shadow Vipers. People knew you were a member and let you do whatever the fuck you wanted. They all knew that if you had an issue with one of the members, you had an issue with them all.

Blade loved it.

Holding the bottle, Blade chuckled.

“Whoa, cowboy. Looks like someone’s on a mission.”

“Damn right. This is my first night off all week, and I have three chicks in the other room, ready to fuck.”

“You don’t waste time.” Blade took a swig of vodka and happily embraced every inch of the burn as it made its way down his esophagus.

Fuck, he missed being drunk. He needed to make more time to get out and get shit-faced. He was only thirty-three, for crying out loud. Youth and beauty only last so long.

“Come, this way. We do shots,” Nikolai ordered, grabbing Blade by the arm and pulling him toward a table full of booze.

Blade gladly followed and nodded thanks when his Russian friend passed him a shot glass filled to the rim. Russians didn’t believe in wasting time. They were direct and efficient and knew the quickest way to get someone drunk was to fill up each glass and not waste space with mixes.

The time had come. His liver was going to hate him in the morning.

They spent the next two hours drinking and smoking cigars. They even refereed an amateur UFC match that broke out between Midas, one of their biker bros, and Jet, one of the locals who owned the hardware store.

Jet won.

It was sometime after three a.m. when Blade found himself following Nikolai and his three chicks upstairs and into the primary bedroom.

Bikers didn’t fuck in no spare bedrooms or double beds. They only whipped it out in the largest rooms with the biggest beds in the big house.

Giggling, the girls fell onto the bed, tits flopping around as they waited for their biker dicks to join them.

There was something to be said about biker dudes and their dicks. If you wanted to get fucked until you couldn’t see straight, you needed to spread your legs for one of the Shadow Vipers.

A Viper orgasm was legendary and a rite of passage for many in town.

Standing next to the door, Blade watched as Nikolai tore off his shirt, then yanked his jeans down to his ankles.

The man turned around, cock hard as steel, before spreading his arms wide and falling back on the bed between the three women waiting for him.

Jesus Christ. The man had the biggest dick Blade had ever seen.

It wasn’t his first time seeing the man naked and hard. In fact, it was kind of their thing—having threesomes and foursomes whenever out partying.

It had started as a welcome gift from Nikolai when Blade first joined the crew. It was a way for them to “bond” and for Nikolai to “show him how it’s done.” Then it happened a second time, and a third. And somehow, now, it was kind of their thing.

Guys in the crew joked about it, claiming that both of them were secretly bi, and this was their way to enjoy dick without actually sticking one in their mouth.

Nikolai just called them jealous, envious that they didn’t have his balls bouncing around in their face during sex. He apologized to them all, but Blade was the lucky candidate he had chosen to experience the honor of seeing his ball slaps.

Yes, their friendship was unconventional, but so was his life.

Jesus.

No matter how many times he joined his buddy in bed, he was always shocked to see just how big the Russian pipe really was.

“Oh wow! I heard it was big.” One of the women gasped as she licked her lips and rubbed her hand across Nikolai’s chest.

“Don’t be scared, ladies. I’ll be gentle when I work my way in.”

All three women giggled.

The Russian bouncer sure knew how to get a woman excited.

Speaking of excited, Blade looked down at his crotch and wondered why his buddy wasn’t bursting through his jeans?

Usually, his dick was always raring to go. Day or night. Summer or winter. Give him an available hole and a willing participant, and his dick was always ready for action.

Well, that’s not really true. Or it used to be, until recently, anyway.

“Are you going to stand there all night and watch how a real man fucks a woman? Or are you going to jump in and start licking my balls?” Nikolai asked, joking about the licking his balls part.

At least Blade hoped he was.

Touching another dude’s cock and balls during a threeway or orgy was an occasional occurrence. It was a risk that all parties involved knew they might face when agreeing to drop trou and share in the sweaty experience.

How does one do double penetration without sliding their cock up against the other dude’s dick?

Or how does one avoid having their buddy’s balls slap their forehead while they are fucking a chick from behind, and you are eating out her pussy?

See? Impossible.

Whenever accidental touching occurred, one just avoided eye contact and continued fucking like they weren’t humping up against their buddy’s enormous Russian man meat.

“I say he joins in and starts licking your balls,” titties on the right responded, removing her skirt and rubbing her clit.

Yeah, she would like that. Watching two dudes go at it, getting all hot and sweaty as they spread each other open.

What the fuck?

Blade glanced down at his crotch, which was now in full-on chub mode.

“Make up your mind, bro,” Nikolai said, burying his face in one of the girls’ chests.

Blade watched as titties on the left began sucking his friend’s cock, while the third began licking his nuts.

Watching the reenactment of one of his favorite porn scenes, he found himself suddenly losing his chub.

What was going on?

The thought of one of those women playing with his dick was suddenly not as appealing as it had been, just a few weeks earlier.

Now, all he wanted to do was go home, crack open a beer, and jerk himself raw thinking of…

Damn it. What was wrong with him?

Slowly, Blade took a step back and out of the bedroom. He continued his retreat until he was once again outside and standing next to his bike.

Given the copious amounts of alcohol that they had just consumed, it probably wasn’t a good idea for him to ride his bike home.

Fine. Walking it was.

Turning, he began his twenty-minute journey back to his home.