Page 18 of Ruin (Hell’s Mayhem MC: Maine Chapter #2)

Chapter Seventeen

Kolton

Twenty years old…

Every year Lucian has some luxurious birthday party at a restaurant in a tall building in New York.

Why spend so much money to celebrate another year closer to death? I guess when you have that much money you run out of things to spend it on.

I hate these birthdays because even though I like seeing him, I hate seeing him with his family. He’d texted me a few days ago all the things he was going to do to me while we were here. I’m not sure if it’s the truth though. How is he going to get away from all these people?

I’ve learned to not get my hopes up when it comes to Lucian. I need to be flexible, which isn’t easy because I’m greedy. I don’t want to share him with his wife or his son. I want him all to myself, all the time. I’m not patient the way he is. I’m eager and wanting.

“I’m so glad you could make it.” His voice pulls me out of my head, and when I blink away the fogginess, I see him staring at me.

He opens his arms, gesturing for a hug like he always does.

Nothing about it will raise flags—we do this every time we see each other.

I’ve hugged Lucian a million times. But this is the first time I’m hugging him in front of all these people after his dick has been in my mouth.

The thought makes me smile, and I lean in for a hug.

“Happy birthday,” I say.

“Don’t forget what I told you,” he whispers.

“I can’t stop thinking about it.”

When he pulls away, his eyes are sparkling with mischief.

I like that we have this secret. I like knowing he’s risking so much just for me. Nothing has ever made me feel more special.

“Have a seat,” he says, his gaze going to my father’s.

Me, my brother, and my father take our seats at the table. It’s the same people who are here every year, but I never remember any of them, other than Beth and Luke.

“Hey, Kolton,” Luke says when I move by his chair to sit in the open one on the end.

“Hi.”

“Oh no, honey, you can sit here next to Luke,” Beth says, getting up from her chair beside Luke and moving to the chair I was aiming for. She’s nice to everyone but her husband. I should judge her for it, but without it, I wouldn’t have him. So I guess I’m thankful.

I raise a brow at Luke, who is smiling at me. He’s a strange guy. Too happy, too nice. Maybe that’s what happens when you have a father who treats you right and not like some whore he found on the corner.

I take the seat and wonder what Luke would think if he know his father was fucking me.

Would he care? Nothing seems to get him down.

I’ve never seen him mad before. Would this be the thing that sent him over the edge?

Or maybe he has too much money to be sad.

That has to be a thing, right? I wouldn’t know.

Though we aren’t hurting for cash, we’re nowhere near financially stable the way the Carters are.

Kaison sits on the side of me and my father on his side, which I’m grateful for. Using my brother as a buffer between my father has become something I do unintentionally. Today, I didn’t have to do a thing. It just happened.

I sneak glances at Lucian every chance I get.

When he speaks, I listen intently. Though I don’t care what he’s saying, I just want to hear his voice.

My dick gets hard and I have to adjust myself under the table, as I hear the soft rumble of his voice and recall all the things he’s said to me in the backseat of his car.

If he keeps talking, I may come in my pants.

I bet that would excite him. Maybe if I concentrate hard enough, I’ll be able to do it. Then I’ll get to tell him all about it later and he’ll tell me how hot it is and how badly he wants to clean it up .

“—swear it. I was doing my rounds in the ED. It was nearing three am, when it’s relatively quiet, but then we heard a bunch of bustling and I turned.

There’s the swat team, coming in ready for war.

We were surprised, of course, but it’s the emergency department.

Crazy things happen all the time. But we were all shocked when they went after a doctor and not a patient. ”

He laughs and my dick throbs. My hole is aching, wishing he could fill it. Everything always feels better that way, with him inside me. My own hand is never good enough, not when he’s not buried inside me. It’s never satisfying otherwise.

I bite back a groan when he laughs again, this time it’s more husky.

His hands are fisted, resting in front of his chin and he flicks his grey gaze toward me.

I get lost in his eyes, my mind going quiet.

My dick pulses again, and I know I’ll never be able to do this here.

I can’t focus enough. It just isn’t enough. But… I need to get off.

I slide my hands under the table, trying to be discreet about it. I see the slight tilt in his eyebrow, but then someone asks something and his attention goes to them. I squeeze my dick through my slacks, suppressing a moan.

“Excuse me,” I say as I get to my feet quickly, turning and heading toward the bathroom.

I need to take care of this so I can tell him about it later. I want to tease him with it. Want him to know that I got off in the bathroom of some fancy restaurant thinking about him. He’ll love it .

I find the bathroom down a hallway and to the left.

I expect it to be a one room type of deal, so I’m shocked when I walk into a large room with three stalls.

They’re spacious and closed in, none of that space beneath or above the walls.

Everything is white and shiny, spotless. It even smells good. Like pine.

I hurry into the stall furthest away, close the door and lock it. It’s like a private little bathroom in here, with a toilet, sink, and mirror.

I quickly get my belt undone and my dick out. The moment my hand wraps around it, I’m flooded with relief. But then the door opens and I freeze with my hand around my dick. I can’t jerk off with someone in the stall next to me taking a dump. Fuck .

I grit my teeth and stare up at the ceiling, my body aching for release as I squeeze my dick. I listen closely, trying to figure out what this person is doing and when they’re going to leave.

“My sweet, sweet boy.” My heart skips a beat, and I suck in a breath. “What are you doing in here?”

I hear slow footsteps until they stop in front of my door. I stare at it, able to picture him perfectly on the other side. The heated look in his eye, the thick outline of his cock in his slacks.

“Are you being naughty in there?”

How can he be so bold? How does he know no one else is in here? How does he know where I am? How does he know someone won’t walk in?

The risks he takes for me…

The thrill has my heart racing .

“Answer me, Kolton.”

“Maybe.” The word spills out of my mouth quickly.

He grunts a sound, and I can’t tell what it’s supposed to mean.

“Open the door, Kolton.”

His words are smooth and low, but the quickness in which I move is almost like he yelled.

The door swings open and I step back. His gaze goes directly to my dick and the way my hand is around it.

He tsks, shaking his head.

“I was going to tell you about it later,” I say.

His gaze flicks up to me, eyebrow raised.

“Were you?”

“Yes.”

A small smile crosses his lips. He looks amused.

He steps inside, closing the door behind him and taking up the rest of the room. He puts his back against the door, leaving about a foot of space between us.

We’re basically the same height, but he always seems so much taller and so much bigger. Even as he gets to his knees in front of me, it’s him who is looming over me.

“Give me what I want, Kolton.”

He blinks slowly, hands going flat to his thighs. His lips part and he opens his mouth wide, sticking out his tongue.

His obsession with my cum is by far the hottest thing I’ve ever seen .

I step closer to him, spit in my hand, then stroke my dick. He keeps his eyes on me the whole time, his mouth open and waiting. It takes seconds before I feel like I’m going to come, and before I know it, I’m filling his mouth.

His eyes fall closed and he hums happily as his mouth closes. I stare at his throat, waiting for him to swallow but he keeps it in his mouth for a moment, savoring it. When his throat finally works, showing me he swallowed, I let out a sharp breath.

Lucian gets to his feet and leans in to kiss my cheek. “Thank you for being such a good boy. Now get back out there.”

He straightens his tie and pulls open the door for me. I quickly put my dick away and hurry out of the bathroom. As I sit at the table, I realize I just jerked off and didn’t wash my hands. It makes me laugh.

I wait impatiently for Lucian to return.

When he does, he has a drink in his hand.

That was his cover. He doesn’t make eye contact as he sits down, and for some reason, that’s even hotter than if he had.

When he sips from his drink, my eyes are locked onto his lips.

Him on his knees for me just moments ago flash through my mind.

The way he’s never afraid to get on his knees for me, the same way I do for him, is so sexy.

The rest of dinner goes off without a hitch.

The food is good, and my father ignores me most of the time since Kaison is between us, which is fine by me.

He got us our own room, so I won’t have to deal with him later either.

I’m sure it’s only so he can find some random broad to fuck, but whatever.

I don’t care what he does, as long as he leaves me the fuck alone.

It’s been a couple years since he’s done any of that to me, but he hasn’t stopped using me as a punching bag when he feels like it.

We get to our room and Kaison lays on the bed, turning on the TV.

“I’m going for a walk.”

“Whatever,” he says, flipping through the channels.

I pull open the door and head down the hall to the elevators.

My cell is in my hand, waiting for it to vibrate.

Lucian said he’d text me when he was ready to meet.

I’m too antsy to stay in the room with my brother and wait.

There’s a floor to ceiling window in the elevator bay and I walk to it and look outside, over the big city.

My head gets a little fuzzy when I see how high up I am.

I’m not afraid of heights, but it throws me off balance for a moment when I look down.

The elevator dings and the doors open, so I step on.

I stare at the buttons, not sure where I’m going, just that I want to look around.

So I press the button for the very top floor—61.

I get off and go to the window, pressing my head to it and looking down.

It makes my stomach feel weird, like when I go down a hill in my truck too fast. Or when I was a kid and would go really high on the swings.

I stay there for a while, feeling a strange sense of freedom as I look down at the darkness below.

There are lights down there the size of ants, some belonging to buildings and some to cars, but everything looks so small from up here.

I bet there are people down there too. It isn’t all that late, and New York has a busy nightlife.

I’ve been here enough times to know. With a sigh, I push off the glass and walk down the hallway to look around.

It looks exactly like my floor, only this one has less spill stains on the carpet.

I bet the rooms are double the price too.

Rich people always have to be above everyone else, in all aspects.

When I reach a corner, I hear someone arguing.

So I move closer and strain my ears to listen.

It’s a woman, and she’s furious.

“—such a fool of me. I don’t even know why I bother anymore. It’s useless. You’re useless!”

It’s quiet for a moment, then, “You’re not going to say anything?

You have nothing to say? Typical. It’s just like you to not care about a damn thing.

Nothing but your job, that is. And getting drunk.

” She scoffs. A door clicks shut. I push off the wall to keep moving on, now that my entertainment is gone, but someone rounds the corner and I nearly bump into them.

Into him .

There’s a frown on his face, until he recognizes me. Then his eyes light up.

Was that Beth talking to him that way? It makes my skin itch. I hate hearing the way she talks to him.

“I was just going to call you,” he says.

“I didn’t know you were up here. I was just looking around the hotel,” I say quickly.

I don’t know why I feel the need to explain myself, but I don’t want him to think that I was following him. That I’m acting crazy and trying to get in on his life or anything. The last thing I want is his wife to find out like this. All hell will break loose .

“Come on,” he says with a jerk of his chin. “Let’s go to our room.”

Our room.

I run after him as fast as I can.

The room he got for us is on the floor below his. It’s a mirror image of the room I’m sharing with my brother. Small but pricey, I’m sure. Everything is clean and spotless… for a little while.

It doesn’t take us long to dirty it up.

Lucian takes out his frustrations on me, fucking me everywhere he can.

We go at it for hours. When I think we’re done, he goes again. I don’t know how his dick doesn’t hurt, because mine does and he’s come more than I have already.

When my legs are jelly, he gets us into the tub. The water is hot and the bubbles smell like lavender. The tub isn’t made for men our size, but we manage to sit together until the water is lukewarm. When we get out, Lucian dries me off and we lie in bed naked .

He orders us room service, food and dessert. He feeds me chocolate covered strawberries and spreads the whipped cream along my abs to lick it off.

Then my dick is in his mouth again, and with perfect coaching form him, I manage to come for the fourth time tonight. I didn’t think I could do it, but he assured me I could.

After that, we’re both well and truly spent.

“I want to leave her, you know.”

I’m always fine after sex. Until he starts talking.

“Then why don’t you?” I ask.

It’s a simple problem that has a simple solution. There is no reason to make it difficult. Divorce is common these days.

“You wouldn’t understand,” he says.

What I understand is that he’s choosing to stay with her. It’s that simple. Marriage and divorce is a choice. No one is forcing him to stay married to her. He is actively choosing to stay with her over being with me. That is what I understand.

It’s the first of many times that he’ll crush a piece of my heart with no intention of repairing it.