Page 8 of Ruin (Hell’s Mayhem MC: Maine Chapter #2)

Chapter Seven

Kolton

Nineteen years old…

Dad’s out on a run tonight, and Kaison and I were told we couldn’t go. We’re both too new to the club, and this run is too important. So basically, Prez doesn’t want us fucking it up.

Fine by me, but Kaison threw a fit about it. He took off, going who the hell knows where. Don’t care either. He’s not my fucking problem.

My phone buzzes from my nightstand, lighting up my room.

Lucian scrolls across the screen.

What the hell could he want?

“Hello?”

“Are you home?” he asks, something in his voice making it feel like something is wrong.

I sit up straight. “Yeah, is everything okay?”

“I’ll be there in ten minutes. Meet me outside. ”

“What? Why?” I don’t get an answer. “Hello?”

I look at the phone to see he’s ended the call.

What the fuck is going on?

I get up to throw a shirt on along with my boots, but I don’t bother lacing them up.

I pace my room until eight minutes have passed and then I go downstairs and wait on the front porch.

Dad won’t be home until the sun is up, and if Kaison comes home, I’ll just tell him to mind his own fucking business.

Lucian shows up exactly ten minutes from when he ended his call. The window of his BMW rolls down as he stops in the driveway.

“Get in,” he says, just loud enough for me to hear.

I look both ways, into the dark yard, then down the driveway before hurrying toward his car and getting into the front seat.

“What’s going on, Lucian?” I ask as I buckle my seatbelt. My heart is pounding, but I don’t know why.

He turns around in the spacious driveway, then speeds down it. He doesn’t answer me.

We turn right down the road, and I wait a few more seconds before asking again because he’s scaring me now.

“What the hell is going on? You’re freaking me out.”

“Just… wait.”

“What the fuck?” I growl. “You call me and tell me to meet you without giving me any explanation. It’s fucking ridiculous.”

“Just be patient. ”

He’s always so calm. How does he always stay so calm and in control?

I’d love to be more like him than my own father, so I do as he says. At least, I try. My knee shakes the entire ride, and I chew on my nails.

Eventually, he pulls down a narrow dirt road and parks in the small parking lot of Rolling Park.

Hardly no one uses it anymore, since the new one was built across town.

This one is neglected and hardly used, mostly forgotten.

All but one of the four swings are broken, the merry-go-round is crooked, and there are more broken rungs on the ladder for the slide than working ones.

Lucian leaves the car running, but puts it in park, and undoes his seatbelt. Then he just stares forward.

“What is going on?” I demand. I’ve never been so fucking nervous in all my life and I don’t even know what I’m nervous about. Too many thoughts have gone through my mind, especially now that we’re here.

Did he tell my dad? Did he bring me here to kill me? Is he going to help my father hide my body?

After a few beats, he turns toward me, his eyes shadowed with sadness. What the fuck is he going to tell me? Whatever it is, it’s bad news. Did Dad die? My brother? Would that even be bad news? What the fuck is happening?

“I can’t stop thinking about that night.”

“Wh-what?” I breathe out .

I couldn’t have heard that correctly. There’s no way all of this is about that.

“Kolton,” he says, letting out a slow exhale.

My heart is pounding so hard in my chest it’s making me sick.

“What are you saying?” I ask carefully. “Why did you bring me here?”

He begins to shake his head slowly, like he’s in disbelief of something. His hand comes up to cup my cheek, and I freeze. His touch is soft, gentle, his hand warm. So different from all the harsh touches I’m used to.

“I should not do this,” he whispers.

Do it, I think. It’s all I can think. It’s all I want. So when he doesn’t move, I make the words leave my mouth.

“I want you to.”

“You don’t know what you want, Kolton.”

“Yes, I fucking do.” My words are harsh, but my tone is weak. I know exactly what I want, and it’s him.

I lunge forward, taking his face between my hands and press my lips to his.

He lets out a low groan that has my dick aching.

His hands go to my waist and he tries to pull me on top of him, but his car is too small and we’re too fucking big.

The center console is digging into my hip, and my leg is cramping, but I’m kissing him and it’s fucking perfect. It feels good. It feels right.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he mutters, turning his face.

I bring my lips to his jaw, travel down his neck to kiss him. I can’t stop .

Now that I’ve started, that I’ve gotten a taste, I’ll never be able to stop.

“Kolton, damnit…”

“Don’t make me stop, Lucian,” I beg. “Please, don’t make me stop.”

I have no idea what I’m doing, all I know is that I want this man. I’m addicted to the way he makes me feel. I can’t get enough of it. I need more of it, I need it all.

I’ve fucked a few times in my life. Girls from school but it always sucked and never felt right. It didn’t take long for me to realize I was into guys. I’d noticed them in the locker room more than I noticed the girls who went to school with their tits hanging out. But I’ve never been with a guy.

Not knowing what I’m doing doesn’t stop me from trying, though. My hand falls from his face and slides down his firm stomach, right between his legs, where I find him hard. His erection is pressed to his leg, constrained by his silky soft slacks.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” I say against his neck.

“We shouldn’t do this,” he tells me as he thrusts against my hand.

“But you want to,” I add, giving him a squeeze. He groans, and I just about melt. “I want to.”

He makes quick work of undoing his pants, shifting in the seat to free his dick. His hand goes to the back of my neck.

“Put my dick in your mouth, sweet boy. Show me how badly you want it. Make it worth it. ”

My dick pulses, threatening to explode at just the tone he speaks to me in. I shift around in the seat so I can lean down and suck his dick like he wants me to.

I’ve never done this before. I went down on a girl once, didn’t like the way it tasted or looked, and so I never did it again. This, though? I like the way his dick looks. Thick, long, veiny. I don’t hesitate to take him all the way to the back of my throat, where I gag and nearly throw up.

If he knows I’ve never done this before, he may tell me to stop. So I pretend I know exactly what I’m doing. I lift off a little and suck the tip, his salty flavor bursting on my tongue.

“God, Kolton. Your mouth…”

I hum around him, loving the way his fingers brush through my hair, and the way his hips thrust up because he wants more. And the sounds… fuck, the sounds he makes are heaven. Rugged, but breathy. So fucking manly, yet so intimate.

I am making this man, this powerful man, make these sounds.

I hold his dick firmly at the base, then lick down the side and back up. I suck on the head again, listening to his vocal cues to see what he likes.

“Deeper, sweet boy. Let me feel your throat.”

Knowing I’m going to gag, I try to prepare myself. I swallow, take a deep breath, then shove him down my throat. I gag, but his groans have me staying there. I cough, my stomach threatening to expel whatever the fuck I ate, but I push it away, push it down, focus on making him feel good .

“Fuck, yes. Kolton, Christ, you’re going to make me come.”

I’ve never heard better words in my whole fucking life.

So I lift up again, then take him down again, and he fucking explodes.

His dick throbs, his cum hitting the back of my throat.

I gag even more, I cough, but I keep sucking, keep pushing down, knowing this needs to be good for him. I have to be good for him.

Because if I can be good for him, maybe he’ll take me away from this fucked up town and my fucked up family.

Maybe if I’m good enough, he’ll keep me.