Page 52 of Ruin (Hell’s Mayhem MC: Maine Chapter #2)

Chapter Fifty-One

Kolton

Lucian isn’t due back home until tomorrow afternoon. It’s been a long ass weekend that I’m still trying to process. So much has happened, not only in the club, but with me. It would be so much easier to go through everything that happened with him here.

Over the weekend, I’ve started caring about the club.

My brother and I bonded. I survived without Lucian—that may be because I was distracted, but still.

I wasn’t a crying mess like I feared I would be.

I killed a guy and hid two bodies. I’ve contemplated a treaty with the Iron pricks.

Coyote is going to make amends, and plans to call a meeting tomorrow to let everyone in on what’s going on and what the plan is for the future.

He and Shark met with Howler privately today, as planned, and that’ll be brought up tomorrow too.

I could call Shark and ask for the details, I know he’d give them to me, but I don’t feel like talking to him, and I don’t feel like thinking about any more club shit tonight.

I just want to go to sleep so tomorrow can be here.

I miss Lucian like crazy, and getting past this weekend is a huge hurdle for us—for me.

I didn’t think I could do it, and now here I am, at the home stretch.

I’m certain he will come home to me tomorrow. I don’t know why or what changed, it’s just a feeling, I guess. And as he said, each time he leaves will get easier. Maybe sometimes I can go with him.

Maybe this is how things were supposed to be. Maybe we weren’t meant to be together when we were younger, for whatever reason. I need to accept it and move on because I do want to be with him, I want this to work.

I roll onto my side, hugging his pillow and burying my face in it to inhale his scent.

It’s what eases me into sleep. Until a breeze of cool air flutters over my skin.

I wake, but my eyes refuse to open. A warm hand slides over my hip, up my ribs, then across my back.

Soft lips press a kiss to my cheek, then my shoulder.

“You came back to me,” I say, hating how emotional it all makes me feel. My chest tightens, and a lump forms in my throat.

“I missed you,” Lucian whispers in my ear, and I let out a sigh of content.

It’s too early for him to be back. It’s still dark, and he wasn’t supposed to be here until tomorrow. I feel like I’ve only been sleeping for a few hours.

“Did you miss me, sweet boy?” he asks.

I hum a sound to tell him yes. He kisses my shoulder again, then presses on it to roll to my back .

I’m in nothing but my boxers, and his hand slides inside them to shove them down and wrap around my dick. I groan, thrusting into his hand.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck my fist.”

I thrust again and again, until it’s too much to take.

“Need more,” I murmur.

His lips find mine, as if he knows it’s what I need from him.

He slides his hand down to massage my balls, then presses a finger over my hole.

“Are you still sore?”

“A little,” I answer honestly, knowing there’s no way I can lie about it. Anyone would be sore for a few days after what we did. It’s exactly what I wanted and needed, and I wouldn’t change a thing about it.

His lips move to my jaw, then to my neck. I arch to the side so he has more room. I want his tongue and his mouth on every inch of my body. His hand goes back to my dick, and I shove my boxer briefs down the rest of the way to kick them off. I wrap my hand around his and stroke faster.

“Fuck me,” I tell him. “Please.”

He chuckles as he goes in to lick my nipple.

“I love when you say please.”

I whine when he removes his hand, and watch him in the shadows as he goes to the nightstand to pull open the drawer and take out the lube.

He drops it onto the bed before undressing himself.

My dick is aching and leaking as I keep my sights on him.

When he’s naked, dick standing at the ready, he climbs onto the bed and settles between my legs.

He works two fingers into me first, lubing me up. It’s sore, but not enough to tell him to stop. If he kept me hurting this way forever, I’d be fine with it. I want to feel him in me always.

“I missed you,” I tell him softly, and his gaze flicks to mine. His face softens, but only for a moment before it turns heated again.

He presses upwards, hitting that perfect spot, and my dick throbs, precum spilling from the tip. I grab my dick at the base and squeeze, not wanting to come until he’s inside me. If he keeps this up, I may not last.

“I think you’re ready for me.”

“I am,” I say, then add, “Please,” because I know he’ll like it.

He growls, then pulls his fingers from me but quickly replaces them with the head of his dick.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” he says, urging forward a little more.

Slowly, my body takes him in, and when he’s pushed as far as he’ll go, he leans over me, resting on his forearms. I grab his face and kiss him, needing him to understand how much I’ve missed him and how happy I am that he came back to me.

He came back.

He fucking came back.

“Can I go with you next time?” I ask against his lips.

He chuckles as he rocks into me. “We’ll see.”

Kissing my lips again, he thrusts deeper, then sits back on his knees and fucks me so hard the headboard slams against the wall. The smell of plaster tells me there are holes, but that’s a problem for later. I think he was redoing these walls, anyway.

“Don’t leave me,” I say when I’m so close I’ll explode any second.

“I’m here, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

Lucian’s hands tighten on my thighs, dragging his nails along my skin. My dick slaps against my lower stomach as he continues to fuck me, leaving a small puddle of cum. I’m surprised I’m still hanging on, but I really want us to come together. The pleasure grows and soon it’s too much to take.

“Lucian, I have to come,” I tell him as I reach for my dick.

He slaps my hand away and wraps his hand around me, and I explode. I groan loudly, my body pulsing as the orgasm courses through me. At the same time, I feel his dick throbbing inside me, his cum hot and wet.

“Fuck,” he hisses as my body tightens around him, drawing out his pleasure too. He lets out a slow breath. “Fuck, Kolton.”

He leans over me again, kissing me as his hand holds my chin. “I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you too,” I tell him with a smile. “And you came back.”

“I told you I will always come back to you,” he whispers as he buries his face against my neck.

I wrap my arms around him, and we fall asleep.