Page 59 of Ruin (Hell’s Mayhem MC: Maine Chapter #2)

Kolton

Three months later…

I grab the huge box of gifts from the back seat, grunting at the weight of it.

“This is ridiculous,” I mutter.

“Oh, don’t be like that, baby.” Lucian closes the door for me and fixes my beanie, pulling it down further on my head.

It’s Christmas Eve, and it’s snowing, and we’re forced to be at the clubhouse for our first annual Mayhem Christmas.

“You better make it up to me later.”

He raises a brow. “I want to tell you this is your fault, since you’re part of the MC, but making it up to you later sounds like a good time.”

I chuckle as we head for the door. It bursts open before we get there, and my brother is smiling a mile wide.

“Merry Christmas!” he shouts .

“Christmas is tomorrow,” I say as I walk in. I hear him say something quietly to Lucian, who only chuckles.

“Finally!” Grizz shouts. “You’re late.”

“The roads are terrible,” I say, dropping the box on the floor.

When I straighten up, I see how full this place is.

There are the original guys here, plus Cora, Anastacia—with the baby—Lucian, and a few more prospects. It’s overwhelming, but I’ll admit—not out loud—that I don’t hate it.

Lucian takes my coat and brings them over to the pile on the table. When he comes back, he asks, “Would you like a drink?”

“Obviously.”

He smiles as he walks off, saying hello to those he sees on the way.

Kaison gives me a huge hug, and I have to shove him off.

Though I don’t really want to, I give Cora a hug.

We’re practically related now, and she’s been very emotional, so I’m trying to be nice.

She’s finally starting to show, and I’m pretty excited about that.

I love kids, and I’m going to spoil the fuck out of theirs once it comes out.

Kaison is going to hate me.

Lucian comes back over, handing me a cup full of something that looks like egg nog.

“What the hell is this?” I ask.

“ Coquito . Anastacia made it.”

I smell it and take a sip. It’s… not so bad.

“What’s in it?”

“Alcohol, that’s all that should matter.”

I smirk and Lucian puts his arm around me, pulling me to his side.

“Since everyone is here, I think we should get started, yeah?” Coyote says.

Everyone agrees loudly, and then chaos ensues as the gifts are passed out to everyone. There is no order nor organization, and I want to tear my hair out.

Lucian and I find a place to sit with our pile of gifts and start opening them.

When he barks out a laugh, I can’t help but look at what he’s opened. He holds up the shirt to his chest.

It says Daddy .

“Well, I wonder who got that,” I say, eying Grizz from across the room.

He’s holding back his laughter.

“I like it,” Lucian says, pulling it on over the shirt he has on now.

I laugh, shaking my head.

After about twenty minutes, all the gifts are open and everyone is sharing what they got. I get to my feet and go over to the food, because I’m starving. It doesn’t take long for everyone else to follow suit, and a line forms behind me.

Spam and the prospects were in here all morning and afternoon cooking all this food, and it smells and looks delicious.

Things have been good. Everything with the club is coming together, we’re getting along and building trust. Things are running smoothly, and when the spring comes, we’re going to figure out the border situation with the Iron Runners.

Winter came quickly this year, and we just didn’t have the time to figure it out.

“Having fun?” Kaison asks, coming to stand beside me.

“Fun? No.”

He chuckles, scooping potato salad into his mouth. I find Lucian across the room. He’s having a conversation with Tank. Not sure about what, but I like seeing him interact with the guys.

For the longest time, I thought I didn’t want to be a part of this club. Turns out I was wrong. They are my family, and like most things, it’s what you make of it.

Nothing is perfect, of course. I have a lot to work on still, but I’m going in the right direction.

Things are looking up. It’s a late night with a lot of alcohol involved, so most of the guys end up staying at the bunks in the bar.

Lucian swears he’s fine to drive because he didn’t drink that much, so we head home.

I’m ready to be rewarded for coming here at all, because I didn’t want to.

When the truck starts slowing down, I say, “You see a deer or something?”

He ignores me, then takes a turn into what looks like a pile of snow.

“What the hell?” I shout, grabbing onto the bar to hold on.

Turns out it isn’t a pile of snow, but a road.

The road that leads to the park, that is somehow plowed—along with half of the parking lot .

“How the—”

The truck comes to a stop, and Lucian undoes his seatbelt, then leans the seat back.

“Like old times?”

“Fuck yes,” I say, unable to get out of my seatbelt fast enough.

Once I do, I climb on top of him the best I can. It's not easy, even though this truck is spacious. We’re both big and hardly fit in the seat together. But my mouth finds his, and I shift until I feel his erection against my thigh.

“Thought you’d like this,” he says, sliding his mouth along my jaw, nipping at it.

“So much.”

He undoes my jeans, sliding his hand inside to grasp my dick and slowly starts jerking me off.

“Fuck, Lucian,” I breathe out. “Your hand feels so good.”

“My mouth will feel better.” He pushes on my hip, and I move back over to the other seat.

Lucian’s mouth is already on me, taking me to the back of his throat.

I find the handle and lean back for more room.

He’s hardly paying attention to anything other than my dick, which I am not complaining about.

I spear my fingers through his hair, grasping at the strands, tugging and pushing him further down.

“I’m going to come,” I tell him. “Fuck, yes, that’s so good.”

He massages my balls, taking me even further and I explode. He swallows every drop before lifting off me, and leaning in for a kiss. He tastes like me, and that is so hot. I reach for his jeans, but he pushes me off and goes back to his seat.

“Why not?” I ask.

“I have a plan,” he says, trying to catch his breath. He puts his seatbelt on.

“Huh?”

“Just put your seatbelt on so we can go.”

I’m panting as I fix my pants and put my seatbelt on. Twenty minutes later, and we’re pulling into our house. Well, his house, but it’s basically ours, I guess. Kaison and Cora are still at mine, so I’ve been staying here.

Lucian leads me inside, leaving all the gifts in the car. I don’t question him. I want to know what his plan is. We go right upstairs and into the bedroom, where he starts undressing me right away.

“Tell me what we’re doing,” I say.

He leans in to kiss my neck. “I want you to fuck me.”

“What?” I breathe out.

He nods, kissing along my throat. “I’ve been thinking about it. I want to try it again.”

We only ever did it the one time, so many years ago. I was terrified and felt like I fucked everything up. It wasn’t great.

“You want me to fuck you?” I ask.

He pulls back, his eyes meeting mine. “So badly.”

“Fuck…”

“I want to feel what you do. I want to know what it’s like. ”

“There’s no way I can make you feel the way you make me feel.”

He smiles, then leans in to kiss me. “I’m certain you can. Now let’s go.”

I raise a brow, watching him as he walks over to the bed and finishes getting undressed. Once he’s completely naked, he crawls onto the bed, on all fours, and looks at me over his shoulder.

“Fucking hell,” I breathe out as I walk over to him, taking in the roundness of his ass and the way his sac hangs between his legs. “You weren’t kidding.”

“Fuck me, Kolton. I want to feel you inside me.”

I kick my shoes off and get out of my pants, my dick hard again even though I came a short time ago. I get the lube from the dresser and pour some into my hand before lathering it on his ass. He groans, his hole puckering. I slide a finger in, and he moans even louder.

This is nothing new to him. I do this now and then. He likes this, so I’m sure he’ll like more.

“Another finger,” he demands, so I listen, giving him what he wants. “Another,” he growls.

So I add a third.

“Harder, Kolton.”

I fuck him harder, slamming into him with my fingers.

“Oh yes. Fuck, that’s so good,” he says.

Christ, this is so hot …

I place my hand on his lower back, brushing my thumb along his soft skin as I fuck him roughly with my fingers.

“Need your cock,” he says. “Now, Kolton.”

My fingers are out of him without a word, and I’m lubing my dick and pressing against him.

“Do it,” he tells me.

So I do.

I slide into him, my toes curling and my knees almost giving out.

We groan deeply at the same time. I’m trembling, seeing fucking stars at how good he feels around me right now.

“I didn’t think it would feel this good,” I say. “Fuck, I’m not going to last.”

“Neither am I,” he says.

I start to move, knowing if it ends quickly, at least we can do it again.

“Who comes first?” I ask. “Tell me. I need to know, Lucian.”

He doesn’t answer me.

“Lucian,” I growl, already feeling like I’m going to explode again.

“You tell me,” he says, looking at me over his shoulder, pleasure all over his face.

The way he’s looking at me, the way he’s giving me control, something snaps inside me. I wrap my arm around his waist and pull his back to my chest, and wrap my hand around his dick.

“You come first,” I tell him .

He laughs huskily, fingers digging into my arm that’s wrapped around him.

“Anything you want, sweet boy,” he rasps out.

I fuck him deeper, grinding into him as I jerk his dick. It’s seconds before he’s spilling in my hand, moaning out his pleasure. It sends me over the edge, and the orgasm blinds me.

“Fuck,” I breathe out, loosening my grip on Lucian. His hand comes around my wrist, and he brings my hand to his mouth to suck my fingers clean. “Christ,” I say. “That’s so hot.”

He moans around my fingers, then turns to me.

“I like feeling your cum slip out of my hole.”

I growl and grip his chin, pulling him to me for a kiss. My dick is getting hard again, but I really do need a break. So I pull back and lie down on the bed with him while I catch my breath.

“Merry Christmas,” he says with a smile.

“We said no gifts,” I say.

He shrugs. “Couldn’t help myself. It was for both of us.”

I turn on my side and cuddle up to him.

“I love you,” I whisper.

“I love you too, sweet boy.”

His arm comes around me, pulling me impossibly closer.

Nothing has ever felt better.