Chapter 3
CHAPTER 3
KAI
A fter I get home, I head to Pop’s office to let him know I handled Carl and sent a message. He barely glanced my way before shooing me out, telling me I did what was expected of me. The least he could have done was look me in the eye.
The buzzing under my skin compounds with his dismissal. I’m twenty-six; I shouldn’t still be seeking the approval of my father. Ever since I was a kid, he’s always pushed me to the side when family matters aren’t involved. And sometimes when they were. I should be used to his treatment by now.
Taking the stairs to my room two at a time, not for the first time I think about moving out. Pop wouldn’t notice if I did. He barely notices when I’m here.
Pushing into my room, I strip off the suit I have on and put my clothing in a bag to be burned in the furnace downstairs. Then I step into the shower, cleaning myself up quickly. It’s getting late and I want to get to The Devil’s Den quickly.
The Devil’s Den is an underground kink club that I’ve belonged to for some years. It’s membership only, so not many people that run in my same circles attend. It’s the only place I can get what I need when I’m not having meaningless hookups.
I like being watched. I like when I’m taking a hot little twink hard and men and women see me own his ass. With how I’m feeling, I won’t show whoever is under me any mercy.
I quickly step out of the shower and dry myself off, getting dressed in a flash. When I step out of my room, Nico falls in step beside me. He can tell I’m on edge, so he doesn’t crack any jokes or give me shit. He’s been with me long enough to know when I’m not in the mood for games or for him to pop off at the mouth. He also knows the shit I go through with my father and how hard I try to make him proud, even though I’ve never said the words to anyone aloud.
The drive to The Devil’s Den is spent in silence, the streets of New Jersey passing me by in a blur. We blow through the tolls, the EZPass picking up all the charges.
Fucking highway robbery if you ask me.
God, why the fuck am I so on edge? The answer to that is as simple as it is annoying.
Carter.
Fucking Carter. He’s been under my skin for years. Every time I see him, anger surges through me. Looking past how handsome and fit he is because that’ll just piss me off even more. Nothing about Carter should be attractive to me.
We should have killed his entire family off, not sharing our territory with anyone, but for some reason, Pop wants to keep the peace.
It struck me as odd that they were even conversing in a non-aggressive way when they pulled me and Carter apart at the casino. The last time they were in the same room together, they both had itchy trigger fingers, talking through clenched teeth about a tentative truce to avoid wiping each other out. I thought Pop was playing a long game, planning to take them out anyway, but I should have known Pop was a man of his word. There hasn’t been any friction between our families, other than when Carter and I run into each other.
“Nico,” I say, breaking the quiet. He hums. “Did you hear when Pop told Dominic that a plan had to work at the casino earlier?” I turn to look at Nico, watching the streetlights play across his dark brown face.
He looks thoughtful, then shakes his head. “No, I didn’t catch that. What exactly did he say?” I tell him what I heard, though I might have forgotten a word or two in my embarrassment. Nico shrugs. “Couldn’t tell you. Maybe something to do with their truce?”
“They already have one though. There hasn’t been any real tension between him and Dominic for years. Think they’re fucking?”
Nico’s laugh is bright and loud, filling the cab of the car. “Yeah, like that will happen. Your dad’s ass is puckered so tight, it’s a wonder how he takes a shit.”
I laugh with him, shaking my head, both at his terrible joke and trying to dispel images of my father in that position.
A few minutes later, my driver pulls up to the back entrance of The Devil’s Den. I slide out, Nico on my heels. He checks our surroundings, gun at his side, then motions for me to step inside. The entrance I’m at now is used for members that want to keep a lower profile. I’m a frequent flyer, so they already know me.
After I give them my and Nico’s membership ID numbers and they take our prints, we head inside the club proper.
My nerves start to even out when I take a deep breath, the permanent cinnamon scent strong, but the smell of sex lingering just under it. Fuck yes, this is what I live for.
Men and women walk around scantily clad, or naked, their bodies on display for all to see. I might be gay, but I can recognize a beautiful woman with a nice body and most of those walking around have them. No matter the size and shape of any of the people walking around, they exude sexiness. Their confidence to flaunt their bodies with their heads held high always turns me on.
We make our way over to the bar and order a Coke. I wish it was something stronger, but I can always grab a drink when I get home. Right now, I want to empty my balls into someone. There are condoms all around the room that ensure I come until I’m drained dry.
As I sip my Coke, I see a small, dainty man step from the back hallway. He has on tiny lime green hot pants, his warm brown skin almost glowing under the dimmed lights. Even from so far away, I can see his brown eyes flash with mischief. When his eyes meet mine, his lips curl in a small, self-assured smile.
“Him,” I say to Nico.
He follows my gaze and hums in approval. “Good choice.”
I crook my finger to the man, beckoning him over to me. He saunters my way, rocking his hips with every step. I spread my legs on the stool I’m sitting on, anticipating him stepping between them so I can touch his flawless skin.
Before he can get to me, a strong hand circles his wrist. Not possessively, but it gets his attention. When my gaze drags up the man that stopped my date for the night, my eyebrows dip in irritation.
Fucking Carter.
Why the fuck is he here? Wait, is he a fucking member ? There’s no fucking way he’s a member at my private fucking place. He can’t be intruding on every aspect of my life.
My eyes narrow as I watch my prize grin up at Carter. Carter smiles back, letting the pretty twink’s wrist go, but stepping closer to him.
“You want to have some fun with me tonight, gorgeous?” Carter asks, his silky words drifting over to me.
I see red when the man chuckles, leaning into Carter. I can’t hear what he says but fuck that. I saw him first. He’s mine.
Pushing off the stool, I stomp over to Carter and the fine specimen in front of him and grab the twink’s wrist. The man looks over at me with a wide smile, his eyes sparkling. I bend down to his ear. “You forgot we were going to play?”
He shakes his head. “I didn’t. Give me?—”
Carter pushes me on the shoulder, making me stumble back. “Did you not see us talking?”
With a raised eyebrow, I say, “He was coming to see me. You intruded. You can fucking go now.”
“I’ll go when I want to fucking go,” Carter says through clenched teeth, looming over me. Damn those extra inches he has on me. “Now find someone else. He’s mine.”
A small palm lands on my chest as well as on Carter’s. It’s almost like we forgot the man between us. His smile is gone, his eyebrows dipped in annoyance. “Look, I don’t have time for the macho shit. If you two can get your acts together, you know where to find me. In the meantime, I’ll be over there. Where no one is involved in a dick measuring contest.” With that, he struts away, his ample ass hanging from the bottom of his shorts.
I turn irate eyes to Carter, but before I can talk shit to him, he has his hand around my throat, and he shoves me towards the wall. My back hits the hard surface at the same time I unsheathe my blade and have it pressed against his thigh. My head knocks back with a thud.
Carter freezes when he feels the edge of my blade, his eyes wide. I grin at him and blow him a kiss. “Oh, you thought you’d have as easy a time as you did earlier? Nice try, bitch.”
He growls in my face, tightening his hand around my throat. I press my blade harder against his leg. My blade is so sharp, I’m sure the fabric of his pants has split. “I will fucking bury you,” he snarls, tightening his hand just that fraction more.
I chuckle uncomfortably. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m fucking horny as fuck or because I have a soft spot for a man that can toss me around, but my dick gets hard. For fucking Carter.
“If you want to fuck around,” I tell him in a tight voice—mostly because he’s cutting off my airway—“I can nick this artery before you can choke me out. And I can almost guarantee you there’s no doctors around that can save you before I watch you bleed out with a smile on my face.”
A hand lands on Carter’s shoulder and the guard that’s always with him says, “It’s not worth it, man. We can continue this some other time.” When Carter doesn’t step away, his guard says in exasperation, “We’ll get fucking banned and tossed out if you don’t cut the shit.”
Nico steps up beside me, and I can feel the lasers he’s shooting at both Carter and his bodyguard. “Listen to your man,” I tell Carter. “Unless you want me to take you in one of those rooms and see what you’re really about.”
“There’s no way I’d fuck you,” Carter growls, pressing on my neck roughly before he lets me go.
I snicker humorlessly, rubbing at my sore throat. I’m going to fucking bruise. “Who says you’d do the fucking, champ?”
With a snarl, Carter storms off, his shoulders tight and his steps rapid. He throws one icy look over his shoulder and I return it.
Nico laughs. “Wanna find someone else to fuck to get your mind off shit?”
I scoff. “No. My fucking mood is ruined. Carter is fucking everywhere. At least I know he’s not at my house.”
With more attitude than I came inside with, I stride out of the back door and slide into my car. I slam the door and close my eyes, not wanting to talk to Nico or even look at him.
Where the fuck did Carter come from and why did he have to pick tonight to fucking show up at the club? Out of the four years I’ve been a member at The Devil’s Den, I’ve never seen Carter there. Did he just get approved as a member? How did he hear about it? Is Carter gay? Bi? Pan?
What is his kink? What makes Carter tick?
No. No, fuck that thought. I don’t want to know anything about what Carter does or doesn’t do. Though it seems we have the same taste in men.
God, that man was fucking gorgeous. And the way his hips moved when he was walking towards me? I know he would have ridden me into fucking oblivion.
Fucking Carter had to interrupt and get in my way. I swear to fucking God I will end him the next time I see him.
Once at home, I tell Nico I’m turning in the for the night and jog up to my room. Looks like it’ll be a lonely night with me and my hand, but that’s cool. I have the object of my fantasies. Next time I go to The Devil’s Den, I’ll have that man, and I’ll have him hard and deep. Until then, I’ll let my imagination run wild.
I strip off my clothes and climb between my sheets. Reaching into my night stand, I pull out a bottle of lube. I drizzle some on my cock and close my eyes, stroking myself slowly as I think about being in one of those rooms, the man with the tiny lime green shorts bent over and impaling himself on my cock. I can almost feel the eyes of those watching on me like a physical thing, watching as I fuck the man into the mattress.
My strokes pick up as I imagine how his plump ass would look bouncing against me, the perfect jiggle.
Then my fantasy warps and I’m helpless to stop it. When I look up to take a glance at those watching me, I only see Carter watching us. His aquamarine eyes burning into us as he palms his cock. I want to stop touching myself, but the feel of Carter’s gaze on me, even in a fantasy, cranks my arousal up to astronomical levels. My hand moves up and down on my dick frantically, chasing my release.
“Fuck,” I groan, jacking one of my legs up to my chest as my cock shoots off. Cum paints my chest in waves as I imagine the dark, lustful look in Carter’s gaze. I keep coming and coming, my balls drawing up to my body as they empty themselves.
After an untold amount of time, I forcefully pull my hand away from my dick. Son of a bitch. Of all people to make me come like a fucking geyser, it’s Carter?
I toss my blanket from around my legs and storm into the bathroom to clean myself up. I’m more angry than relieved at my release, even though it’s the best orgasm I’ve had in ages. There should be no reason thoughts of Carter made me do anything but scowl in disgust. But I had an orgasm while I stared into the eyes of fantasy Carter.
I need to get back to the club and fuck someone soon. There can’t be another repeat of what just happened.