Page 46 of Ruin (Hell’s Mayhem MC: Maine Chapter #2)

Chapter Forty-Five

Lucian

I wake up to the feeling of being watched.

I don’t open my eyes, just listen. It doesn’t take long to realize Kolton is awake.

He’s pushed the blankets off my body, his hand roaming along my stomach.

It’s his eyes I feel on me. I’ll always know when it’s his eyes on me.

I feel it. The way he looks at me is unmistakable. There’s no other feeling like it.

I focus on keeping my breathing slow and even so he doesn’t know he woke me. Whatever he’s doing, he needs to do it.

I feel bad not letting him come with me, and I almost told him too many times before we got into bed that he should come—but we need this.

Nothing will work out for us if he doesn’t trust me.

I meant what I said. I could use all the words in the world to tell him how sorry I am, but it’s actions that mean more.

I won’t fuck up with Kolton again. I’ve lost too much in my life already.

It’s going to be difficult before it gets easy, and even then, we will have hard days now and then .

Our lives are very different, but our love for one another is like nothing else. If we can make this work, it will be beautiful and worth everything.

So I lie in the dark, pretending to sleep, while he does whatever it is he needs to do to make him okay with me leaving tomorrow.

That lasts only so long before he’s climbing on top of me, and I can no longer keep quiet. My hands go to his hips as he settles on top of my dick, crushing it between his ass and my stomach. The pressure feels good, and I groan.

His mouth finds mine, no words needed between us.

I know what this is, and I should stop it.

I should tell him there’s no reason for a goodbye fuck because this isn’t goodbye.

I’ll be gone a few days, and I’ll be back.

It’s the first of many because I travel a lot, but that isn’t the conversation I had with him today.

Kolton, on the inside, is fragile, and finding out what his father did to him only makes it make more sense.

I’m disgusted for ever calling him a friend.

I’m disgusted for having him in my home and treating him with respect and kindness.

I’m just… disgusted. It’s a good thing he’s already dead, because if he wasn’t, I’d kill him.

Kolton rocks his hips, sliding along my dick, making my dick grow. I dig my fingers into his beautiful skin, allowing him to take the control he needs. He sucks on my tongue and nibbles on my lip before moving his mouth across my jaw .

“Take what you need,” I tell him, giving in to his weaknesses. I should be strong for both of us and tell him this isn’t needed, but I’m weak for him too.

“What I need is your fat cock inside me, reminding me who I belong to.”

“Fuck,” I breathe out, tugging on his boxer briefs. “Get these off.”

“Take them off me,” he whispers, dragging his teeth up my neck.

I shove them down, but he isn’t moving to help. I lift my hips and go to push them down, but he stops me.

“How badly do you want it, Lucian?” he asks, taunting me.

I can’t help but laugh, the husky sound filling the room. He needs to see how much I want him? I’ll show him. I buck my hips, using all my weight to toss him off me. If he was expecting it, there’s no way I’d get him off me, but he wasn’t, and I used that to my advantage.

Kolton falls onto his back, but he’s up on his feet, running toward the door. I’m on my feet too, and I chase after him. He goes for the stairs, but I get his wrist and yank him against the wall before he gets down them. He grunts as his body slams into the wall, and I box him in.

“You want me to chase you?” I ask, my heart pumping and chest heaving for breath. I step closer, pressing my body against his, my lips a breath away from his. “I’ll chase you for the rest of my life, Kolton. ”

He smiles, resting his head against the wall. I go in to kiss his neck, my lips barely brushing his skin before he shoves me off. I wasn’t expecting it this time, so I nearly fall on my ass. He’s halfway down the stairs before I realize what’s happened, and I waste no time going after him.

Adrenaline courses through my veins as I hurry down the stairs.

I didn’t catch which way he went, so I stop and listen.

The house is dark, the only light from up in the hallway, but it’s on a dimmer and it isn’t giving much.

It barely reaches down here at all, but I know this house like the back of my hand.

I grew up in it. I know every floorboard that creaks, the way sound echoes in each room.

The house is silent. The only thing I hear are the faint sounds of the crickets outside, the trees swaying in the late night breeze.

Still, I don’t move. I’m the hunter and he’s the prey.

I need to be patient. The anticipation will kill him, and eventually he’ll slip up. His patience is not as good as mine.

And I’m right. It doesn’t take all that long for the floor to creak. It comes from the other side of the house, the bedrooms beyond the kitchen. On quick feet, I go that way, knowing he has to be in one of the rooms down here.

I get through the kitchen and stop in front of the bathroom on the right.

I glance inside, but see nothing. He isn’t in there.

There are three more doors down here, all bedrooms. One on each side of the hallway and another ahead of me.

I don’t think he went into the one straight ahead, because he’d think that was too easy.

So, the one on the right or the one on the left ?

I wait a beat before stepping forward. From this point, I see into each of the bedrooms. Nothing looks moved or touched. The curtains are still, the closet doors closed. He could be inside of one of them, but which one? It’s a gamble, either way. So I choose a different tactic.

“Kolton,” I say coaxingly. “I’m going to find you.”

I make sure my voice is loud enough he can hear me, but not so loud that I’m screaming.

“And when I find you, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll wish you hadn’t run.”

I step into the bedroom on the left, straining my ears to listen. The room feels empty, and so I go to the one on the right. I swear I catch his scent, so I move to the closet, grab the handle, and slide it open.

Empty.

Loud thuds sound behind me, and I catch him bolting down the hall. I turn and chase after him, but he’s already out the front door. I run after him, not bothering to shut it behind me. He’s quick on his feet, but I’m faster. I’ve been running for years. It’s my main form of exercise.

I catch up to him and tackle him. We both go down hard, grunting when we hit the cold ground.

He’s on his stomach, and I’m on my side, but scramble on top of him.

I shove my knee between his shoulder blades, and he grunts out a pained sound, but it doesn’t stop me from shoving down his boxers and smacking his ass so hard it echoes through the air .

“Fuck!” he growls, shoving at the ground to get up, but I shift my weight so he can’t get up.

“I told you I would get you.”

“Fuck you,” he spits out, body trembling.

I laugh. “You wish.”

His face is turned toward me, and I press my hand over his head so he can’t move.

“Get my fingers nice and wet, will you?” I bring my fingers to his mouth. “If you even think about biting me, I’ll fuck you dry.”

He’s panting, eyes wild. I wouldn’t put it past him to bite my finger clean off. I know how he got his name, but I take the chance and bring my finger to his mouth.

“Be a good boy, Kolton,” I tease, but all he does is bare his teeth. “Your choice.”

I spank his ass again before finding his hole and forcing my finger inside.

He wiggles and complains, but I don’t stop, using all my weight to hold him down.

He made this choice. Besides, this is what he wants in the first place.

It’s always what he wants. Kolton loves the pleasure I give him, but it’s the pain he’ll have tomorrow that reminds him of tonight that he craves—especially when I take it.

He needs the physical reminder of it all, and I can see this being even more important since I’m leaving tomorrow.

I lean closer to his ear, dragging my tongue up the side of his face. His breath is coming out in puffs of white .

“You want me to fuck you right here, on the cold, hard ground?”

“No,” he growls.

“You little fucking liar.” I shove my finger deeper, and he hisses, body tensing. I know this hurts. I doubt it feels good at all—but it will.

I am going to fuck him before I leave, but he isn’t going to make it easy. The moment I take my weight off him, he’ll be up and running. I anticipate it, but it doesn’t make it any easier when it happens. He gets up so fast I tumble to the ground, but I chase right after him.

I barely see him in the dark, so I listen to his footsteps and use the little bit of light from the moon to help me. When I get close enough to him, I shove him.

He falls into a tree with a thud and a grunt. I slam my body into him, smashing his face against the tree, causing him to yelp in pain.

I frantically pull down his boxers the rest of the way while freeing my dick and thrusting against his hole. There’s a lot of resistance because it’s dry, but that won’t stop me.

“Fuck off!” he bellows.

I laugh, shoving him harder against the tree and adjusting my feet so I have a better angle. I spread his cheeks with one hand then aim my dick and shove inside.

“Fuck!” he cries out, voice shaking. “Fuck you, Lucian. Fuck you! ”

“Maybe if you’re lucky, I’ll let you,” I growl as I push the rest of the way inside.

It’s tight and not quite comfortable, but this is what he wants.

So I slide out and go back in, then grind against his ass.

He clenches against me, tightening enough that it’s like he’s stroking my dick.

I’m so worked up from the chase, from how much he wants this, that I’m right on the edge anyway.

“That’s it, baby, keep fighting me. You know I love that.”

He roars out a sound of frustration, so I shift and push deeper, grabbing his wrists and bringing them above his head.

“Keep squeezing my cock, Kolton. Let me come in this ass.”

He does as I say, which is how I know he wants this as badly as I do.

“I’m so close,” I breathe out. “Just like that, baby. Keep going. Squeeze harder.”

He tenses around me, his breathing coming out harsh and heavy, so I reach around and grab his dick to stroke.

“Come on, Kolton. Come on, baby.”

He’s breathing heavier, whimpering, clamping my dick, doing all the right things to make me tumble over the edge. When my orgasm hits, I scream out my pleasure and he follows right after me, spraying his load all over the tree.

We stay like that for a while, trying to catch our breath and let the adrenaline lessen. My dick softens and slips from his ass. The sun is just starting to come over the trees, lighting up enough I watch my cum drip from his hole, slide down his thighs and pool on his torn boxers .

I turn him around and force myself not to react to how he looks.

His lip is split and there are scrapes along his cheek from where he slammed against the tree, some of them bleeding.

I hold his face between my hands, not sure how he’s going to react to this. It’s what he wanted. It was rough and harsh and not what I would have wanted before I left, but if it’s what he needs, I’ll do it. I’ll do anything for him.

“I love you, Kolton,” I say, staring right into his eyes. “And I will be back.”

Something softens in his eyes, and I think maybe, for the first time, he believes me.