Chapter 45
Clyde
I’m not some maniac, but damn did it feel good to hear the monster from my nightmares scream. Maybe Prophet was right about burned ground being fertile, because I’m fucking rejuvenated.
It all happened so fast. From meeting him face-to-face, to the conversation with Road, and the aftermath at the bonfire. I don’t even regret that he didn’t suffer longer. It’s good to know he got a horrific end, and that I got to be a part of it, but I didn’t want to interact with him much.
And even though we’re now stuck in a cell, I understand why Road lost his shit and went for it. He loves me, takes me at my word, thinks the world of me, and couldn’t bear that scum walking the earth a moment longer.
I didn’t want to burden him with my secret. After all, didn’t I become tough? And yet sharing it with my man eased the choking sensation inside. My chest is lighter now that he carries half the load. I won’t be alone, no matter what happens, and I’ll give him the same in return. He will always be able to lean on me.
Even when we’re locked up. I didn’t know the Vultures had a cell in a basement under their clubhouse. It’s concerning, because it suggests people who end up here don’t live to tell the tale.
Road is calm though, as if the kill has eased an insistent tension inside, and I choose to follow his guidance as we walk behind the bars right before the door is locked behind us .
“What a fucking shitshow,” Martin mumbles and is about to spit on the floor when Prophet glares at him. He ends up swallowing his saliva and leaves the three of us alone, walking up the stairs in strides that tell me he wishes I stopped existing when he’s not looking.
Prophet chews on his lip, tugging on his belt as we listen to the heavy footsteps, but once the door hiding the entrance into the cellar shuts, he barks, staring at Road. “What the fuck? You just came over and murdered a guy everyone knows and likes in cold blood, in front of civilians! How do you expect me to deal with that?”
Road inhales, about to speak, but his prez shushes him with a gesture and starts pacing, hand on his many amulets, as if he were praying to whatever gods he believes in. “He was your friend! What the hell happened? Why?”
Is revealing my secret the only way out of this mess? I don’t want to. I scowl and lean against the wall with my arms crossed. I leave Road to do what he must but discreetly shake my head when he glances at me.
Prophet has a keen eye it seems. “Not him again!” he says to Road. “What could Isaac have possibly done to deserve that? I was there. I introduced them. Nothing happened.”
Road straightens his back, his gaze meeting Prophet’s, and I dig my nails into the flesh of my palm, preparing to stay calm in case Prophet finds out what happened. But the ugly truth stays hidden when Road says. “He deserved it.”
Prophet utters a curse and kicks over a stool standing on his side of the bars. “What does that even fucking mean? The man was killed right in front of the whole village. They have the right to know why, or they’ll worry it might happen to them too.”
Road’s shaking his head. “I know I should have waited, but he did deserve it, all right? If Roy did, then so did Isaac.”
A quiet settles over the room when Prophet freezes with his back to us, staring at the wall. He turns around and watches me with the eyes of a hawk. He’s probably surprised I know.
“And you’ve got nothing to say?” he asks me. “We welcomed you with open arms even though I don’t think you deserve it. But we did it for Road, and this is how you repay us?”
I glare back and repeat what Road said. “He deserved it.”
“Fuck. You,” Prophet barks and kicks the bars this time, which makes the whole cellar thrum with the eerie metallic noise of it. “Both of you! ”
Road’s shoulders drop, as if he can barely hold the weight of the accusation in his prez’s eyes, but he remains firm. “I know I fucked up in the way I did it, but I am not sorry I killed him.”
Prophet lets out a startled laugh. “Wow. How can I ever trust you again after this? And with enforcing the law? I bet you didn’t think about it when you grabbed that pipe for everyone to see. I can’t fucking help you. We will hold a meeting about this, and both of you better start praying to the deity of your choosing!”
He opens his hand in front of the bars. “Hand over the amulets.”
For a moment I have no idea what he’s talking about, but then I realize he means the ones he gave us for protection. I’d laugh if I wasn’t worried about our future. Instead I just take it off without looking into his eyes and Road does the same.
Prophet squeezes them and shakes his fist at us. “I no longer extend my protection! You will be judged,” he says and walks up the stairs leading to the clubhouse.
Silence extends between us for a while after he closes the door, but at least he’s left the light on. I slide my hand up Road’s back. “I, for one, think you did great,” I say to lighten the mood. He needs to know how much I appreciate him.
Laughter shakes his body, and he rubs his face. “Don’t worry, I’m used to disappointing people. I just don’t like disappointing him .”
I pull him in for a hug. “You didn’t disappoint me. In fact, you exceeded my expectations. Pushing him into the fire was a nice touch.”
He chuckles and rests his head against mine as he finally meets my gaze. “He was asking for it,” he says as his hand finds mine.
“Thank you for not telling Prophet. I’d… like to avoid it if possible.” I sigh and kiss the side of his head. The space is hardly romantic with its damp smell and solid brick walls, but I’m feeling tender for him, and won’t deny myself.
Road turns to face me, and his hands, so familiar by now, settle on the small of my back. He might be sorry about disappointing his friends, but there isn’t even an ounce of regret in him. “It has nothing to do with him.”
“I do worry about their vote. Is execution possible, or are we looking at getting kicked out? And I’m not saying the latter isn’t serious. I know this is your home.”
His face twitches, brown eyes avoiding mine as he kisses my forehead. “Don’t think they’ll be willing to kill me, but who the fuck knows? Someone from the settlement could report this to the police. I think that would actually be the worst outcome.” He shrugs, so warm in my arms, his clothes so very smoky when I breathe in their scent. “Whatever happens, if you have the chance to go, you should do it. We can always meet at the lake house and regroup there.”
I snort, even though none of this is a laughing matter. “It’s hardly a house.”
“Well, it has a roof, and we had sex there. I think it counts,” Road says and taps the very top part of my ass, as if he were quietly playing the drums.
I hug him tighter. “Seriously though, how can you expect me to leave you behind? It’s like telling me to go without my heart.”
He laughs, but it sounds half-hearted. “We are such fucking saps. The me from a year ago would have mocked me without mercy, but while I know you are half-joking, it really feels good to hear that,” he tells me, meeting my gaze with a melancholic smile. “I still think you should use any opportunity. I did what I did, because I want you to be fine. Don’t want it to go to waste.”
“I’ll agree only if you do the same.”
His face falls. “That’s not fair. We both know I’m the one in deeper shit, because I started it and then actually offed the bastard.”
My heart sinks. Deep down, I know he’s right. “But Prophet’s not like my uncle, right? He’ll have your back in the end?”
Road exhales. “He always did. I don’t think any of the guys will want me dead. They’re more likely to let me leave for good. So we could meet. At the lake,” he adds and squeezes both my hands, eyes so very clear and intense when I sink into them.
I know it’s stupid and risky, but I want to connect with him before anyone comes back. I kiss him. Softly at first, then harder, I slide my tongue into his hot mouth, the adrenaline only fueling my excitement. What’s the worst that can happen? Someone walks in on us? I don’t give a fuck anymore.
Road stiffens, but just as I’m worried he’s not in the mood, his hands roll down and squeeze my ass, pulling me closer as he dives in, tasting my mouth as if this were the last time he’d get to do that. His weight pushes me back, and then I’m pressed to the thick bars, his solid presence blocking me from moving away.
“Fuck, I needed that,” Road says when we break apart to breathe.
I cup his face, aroused by the specks of blood on his cheek. “We’re never getting enough time. You’re always on my mind, and constantly out of reach. I want a month to ourselves where we get to fuck whenever we want to and just be . ”
Laughter. I love how he sounds when he’s amused, all rough and raspy, as if there was only a fraction of difference between grins and anger. “Count me in, Blue Eyes. We’d ride wherever the wind takes us, without a care in the world.”
“I never got to be open like this. I don’t have to posture with you. I can tell you I love you and not feel self-conscious about it. I never truly got to be myself before. The biker lifestyle was supposed to be freedom, but with the Butchers, it was shackles.”
Road nods, and his hands ride up my hips, squeezing me around the waist. “I think I’m done with that now. Don’t want to pretend so people accept me.”
I nip on his lip with a smirk. “I accept you. Inside me.” Just saying it makes me horny. I want him devouring me. I was ready before, I got comfortable with Road like with no one else, but Isaac’s death took away the fear I’ve lived with all those years. I’m so fucking free. It might be the adrenaline talking, but I don’t even miss my house right now.
Clean slate.
Road’s exhale sounds shaky, and he presses his forehead to mine. “Don’t tempt me,” he whispers. “Especially that I don’t think I’ve gotten the memo just yet.”
“I know. I kept you at arm’s length for a while.” It’s what I needed at the time, but not anymore. Now that I know how it feels to be under Road, I want it again and again.
“You had no reason to trust me, really, and your previous try was…. you know,” he says, letting the words hang in the air as if we’re standing in Isaac’s shadow.
It makes me uncomfortable so I hide my face against his neck. “Don’t make me regret I told you. I don’t want you treating me like some broken thing. I like your confidence, how grabby you get. I like it rough and dirty. Don’t let him take that from me.”
Road’s chest expands as he inhales, and his hold on me tightens. “You don’t have, like, flashbacks when we do it? I just really don’t want to fuck anything up. Not between us.”
“I was nervous, but you made it good. You won’t fuck up. I want you too much.” I lick the scarred part of his ear, knowing how ticklish he is there. “Go on, grab my ass. I know you want to.”
I love the growl he utters when his hands take hold of my buttocks. He’s grabbing them as if he owns me, and he fucking does. Independence? Freedom? I’ll take them only if they involve Road holding me in place while he whispers the nastiest shit straight into my ear.
“We might have little time, but I want you right here, against the bars.”
It’s as if he’s read my mind. I pull away to look into his eyes, but I still press my dick against his thigh so he can feel me getting hard. “Show me. Their meeting will be long enough.” I don’t really know that, but I don’t give a fuck. If they open the door upstairs and hear us, they’ll probably stay there until we’re done anyway.
“That’s what you want? For me to take you here and not stop even if my whole club comes in?” he rasps, and I shiver when he kicks apart my feet. Fuck, he smells like leather, and smoke, and pine, and I want him buried deep inside me right the fuck now! I reach for his belt to unbuckle it quickly.
“Fuck it. I bet Creep would stay to watch, and then what would you do? Just let him see me?” I raise my eyebrows and lick his lips. I want that beast I fell for, and judging by the darkness in Road’s honey-brown eyes, it’s about to emerge and unleash its lust on me right here, in the cell.
“He doesn’t get to touch you,” Road tells me, and I get to my toes when he sandwiches me between him and the bars with more force. He touches my crack through denim, as if he’s trying to rub his way in.
“Only you? Ever?” I tease him even though he’s the only one I want. I have a fire burning for him at all hours, but the heat of his gaze feeds my desire, making it grow, until I can’t help myself and reach into his pants.
He grabs my jaw, forces my head back, and I’m melting in the fire raging in his eyes. “Only me,” he rasps in a deep, velvety tone I didn’t know he was capable of. “Why? You don’t think I can keep you satisfied?” he asks, thrusting his firm dick through the grip of my fingers, still crowding me so deliciously my erection is almost painfully squashed.
“I don’t know. You’re gonna have to prove it.” I rock against him to both give my dick some friction and rub my ass against his hand. Heat is rushing up my neck, and that delicious excitement pools in my balls. How did I live without this? No wonder I drank too much.
One of the bars digs into my back, but it makes me feel as though I’m trapped in a cage with a wolf and I have no complaints about that.
His next kiss comes with a bite that has my body arching toward his needily, but before the fog settling on my brain can clear, Road spins me around hard and nips on the side of my neck. A sweet sensation trails from there all the way to my balls, but he’s already palming me through my jeans, rubbing his whole hand up and down my groin. “And how do I prove it?”
“Make sure you give it to me so hard you have to gag me.” A risky challenge, but I’m in a world of my own by now. All I want is to make him horny, feel him inside me, then be sticky with his spunk. “Can you do that, Road? Or do I have to turn elsewhere?” I bite back a smile, pressing my cheek to the bar.
His fingers dig into my cheeks again and turn my face back so hard I might have pulled a muscle in my neck, but I love when he’s forceful like this, and when our lips clash, I moan, going limp in his arms.
“Don’t even think about it.” Road whispers, rolling his hips against me hard. “I’ll fuck you so many times you won’t be able to leave this place on your own feet.”
That’s exactly what I want to hear.
He opens my pants, then shoves them off, still leaving me restricted by my own underwear.
I shiver in his grip, my dick twitching in excitement. I know this won’t take long, but I still can’t wait. “You’re just gonna have to carry me then.” I rock back against him, my heart beating faster by the second. I love being so desired. I love that he’s such a butch guy, and that he can be so sweet and loving one moment, only to turn into a beast with an unlimited thirst for my body right after. I’m strong myself, so I need someone who can handle me. He’s perfect for me, and I whimper in appreciation when he pulls back just to squeeze my ass again.
It feels so damn good, and each time he touches me fuels that needy anticipation deep inside. He will need to sate it or I’m going to lose my mind. Clothing rustles, and I’m about to ask for more when his hard dick presses to my ass through cotton briefs, so very ready to plow me.
“Yeah, I’ll carry you across my shoulder, like my personal sex takeout.”
I close my eyes with a smile, focusing on his touch and words. I might be a bit smaller than him, but I’m solid muscle, yet he’s proven he can lift me. It’s exhilarating. “Never goes cold.” I press against him, to show how happy I am about his closeness. I’ve only had him inside me this way twice, but I’m addicted already.
“And very fucking loud,” he adds, tearing my underwear off my butt, so it’s right below it, the front still clinging to my cock. He spits, and then damp fingers tickle the skin close to my entrance. The sensation is intense, searing through my muscles so violently I go slack, forcing my man to hold me up with one arm. “Next time I’ll pull those off you and gag you with them.”
My breath hitches, brain becoming horny mush. There will be a next time. We’ll make it out of here. “I can’t help it,” I whine, spreading my thighs as wide as my pants allow. Not much, but I want him inside me already. My hole throbs at even that tickle of a touch he’s giving me. I want more. I need more. “I want your cock in there,” I whisper. I still struggle saying all that out loud, but arousal loosens my tongue.
“Yeah? This is not enough?” he asks, pushing in two fingers all the way to the knuckle. I choke on a moan, because the friction of it is like gas poured into my fire. My boots slide over the dirty floor on their own accord, and soon, I will need to bite my cheek until it bleeds.
“Oh fuck,” I whine shifting impatiently. I’m still tender from yesterday’s fuck, but I want it so much it only adds to my excitement. “You like that?” I utter even though I know the answer. I want to hear him say it. I can’t wait to feel him coming inside me, using my body for his pleasure.
His voice turns into a soft hum as the fingers shift in my channel, forcing muscle to yield. “Do I like your tight fuck hole?” he asks, moving the digits back and forth, with just spit to ease their glide. “Do I like it when it milks me until I can’t keep my cum in? That hole is so greedy for it. Maybe you should ask me to shove it in?”
I let my head fall back but remain focused, because my legs feel like they’re cotton candy, and I don’t want to crumble when he takes me. The need burns ever hotter, and I whimper when he fumbles with something plasticky? A condom?
“Please,” I whisper and cool my cheek against the metal bar. “I wanna hug your cock with my body. Don’t you feel my hole is so dry and needs your cum?” I don’t have shame when he’s like this with me. I turn to catch a glimpse of his flushed face. I can’t explain it. He’s the most handsome guy in the world to me—I’ve won the lover lottery.
“Oh, fuck, you’re driving me insane,” Road complains, and I grab the bars when his fingers slide out of me. I’m about to protest and mindlessly push my ass back, straight into a kiss with his hard dick. It’s slick with cool gel, but he doesn’t let me retreat and grabs my hips.
There are no words to describe the steady, merciless push of his shaft when it breaches me, but I might have howled, clinging to the bars while that hard rod keeps going deeper and filling me up.
I get to my toes with a whine, no longer able to articulate any smartass retorts. The stretch is… intense, but I want it so much, I won’t be complaining. Even with this quickie, I crave the connection. He’s inside me, his cock so hot and pulsing as it slides in inch by inch.
“Balls deep,” I babble my demand, breathing hard. Sparks of excitement seem to bounce off me, onto him, and back on me, as if we’re really exchanging some fucking cosmic energy in this dingy cell. Anywhere with Road is better than the greatest luxuries without him.
He takes it as a request and slams all the way in. It stings, but somehow also feels so damn good I’m reduced to a shivering mess that’s only staying up because of the hard shaft.
“There, just like you wanted, Blue Eyes,” he whispers, voice heavy with arousal. His hips are pressed to my ass now, cock reaching so far inside me it almost feels like a part of my own body, but it’s not enough for him. He grabs my wrists and pulls them up on the bars, holding me in place.
He asked me about flashbacks, and while I don’t want to admit it, this is a moment when they would come. Not because of his cock, but the hands on my wrists. It only takes one look to shake off the discomfort. They’re Road’s hands, hands I love and trust. Hands that could choke me and I’d enjoy it.
I relax, enjoying the small movements of his hips against my ass. He’s giving me a moment to adjust and I appreciate it even though I’m salivating for a faster fuck. I can’t help the moans I’m making even though I try. Every time I shift my weight, Road fucks me at a different angle, and while I already know there are specific ones that make my body spark with pleasure, this feels amazing too.
I kinda like that it’s about him first. Maybe it’s weird, but I enjoy giving him pleasure. I like knowing that I’m the one making him come, the body he wants to leave his spunk in and rest on at night. I love being his in ways I couldn’t have imagined, so when he withdraws, dragging his cock almost all the way out, I arch my back and raise to my toes, shamelessly offering myself to him.
We might be in a cell, but I couldn’t feel more free.
“So damn good. It’s like you’re sucking on me,” Road mumbles, slamming in so hard my buttocks sting, as if he slapped them.
“Next time,” I whine, getting so overstimulated I don’t know what to do with myself. I can’t jerk off as long as he’s holding my wrists, so I rock against his cock, fucking myself with it. My cheeks are on fire when I realize what I’m doing, but I’m so fucking horny, and I’ve got my perfect stud to get off with. “You like that?” I utter, but my words turn into a hum when he shoves me at the bars with more force .
“This lap dance?” he asks, grunting as he thrusts forward to fill me up. This time, his dick nudges my prostate, and that glorious pain-pleasure I’m still learning prickles along my spine. “Not hard enough for you?”
“Oh yes. Like this. There,” I mutter, letting him press me against the bars. His strong body molds itself to my back, only his hips working overtime. He’s so hot. Literally. He could have a gig as a radiator. I hear a long sniff as he smells my hair, and I couldn’t feel more adored. He might be my wet dream, but I am his.
My balls feel so tight, my cock is helplessly dripping pre-cum, and he’s just enjoying the ride. Road’s breath is like a discordant melody in my ear. He’s close, I can tell from the rigidity of his stomach muscles and the jerky way he moves. I follow his lead, eager to feel every thrust with my whole body.
“You like that, huh? You want me to fill you up with my hot spunk, don’t you?” Road whispers and bites my ear as he speeds up, hands descending my body to hold on to my waist.
“Yes… Mark me. If I die, It’s gonna be with a piece of you inside me.”
The fuck is intense, raw, loud, and at once I’m so close to coming orgasm seems to be just beyond my reach. At least until rough fingers pull on my nipple, because that’s when I’m gone .
I thought he’d come first. Flood my ass with his cum, then jerk me off, but once more, he proves to care about me first. Or he simply loves the way my hole clenches on his cock now.
It’s too late when I realize my spunk splatters the floor outside our cell. I’ll worry about that later. Right now, all I can think of are the spasms of pleasure gripping my body as Road makes his last thrusts into my clenching hole.
Bliss, absolute fucking bliss.
“Nobody’s. Fucking. Dying,” Road mumbles, jabbing his cock inside me, as if he were trying to murder me with it, but then I’m flooded with heat I dream of absorbing into my flesh, and he stiffens, pulling me tightly to his chest.
I wish it all lasted longer, but it was still damn glorious.
My head’s filled with nothing but the sound of his beating heart, and I descend to my knees, the hard cock still inside me as we settle on the floor, bodies overheated, sweaty, but so utterly satisfied I can’t bring myself to regret it even if someone walked in on us now .
Road curls around me, as if trying to form a protective shell over me, and while we are locked up behind bars, in a cell where no one would hear our screams, I couldn’t have felt safer. This man’s on my side, and I can trust him to never turn on me.
As he withdraws from my body, the warm cum soothes the burn of the hard, merciless fuck. I find myself needing to cool off my face on the iron bars, so very spent and content.
“How soon do you think we’ll lose count of how many times I came inside you like this?” Road teases, his tongue like fire against my ear.
I let out a shivery laugh. “I can’t believe I wanted to kill you, and now I crave your DNA inside me.”
Road chuckles and kisses my nape, gently sliding his hands up and down my arms as we rest. “You’re lucky there’s much more where that came from. Keep up being such a stud, and you can count on an unlimited supply.”
I turn around, pulling up my pants, so I can face him. I slump to my ass, legs spread around him. My brain knows there’s danger coming our way like a freight train, but I’m too calm right now to care. “Did you only ever start fighting me to get your hands on me?” I ask with a smirk, looking into his deep brown eyes.
I expect confirmation, of course, but instead of coming in a teasing manner it sounds dead serious as Road swallows, briefly looking away, as if he were feeling shy after rearranging my insides. “Maybe…. you looked so fine when I first saw you at that patch-in party. Maybe I should have just waited for the right moment and touched your dick in the restroom instead of provoking a fight.”
I cup his face and kiss him. I probably wouldn’t have been ready for it at that point, but I like the fantasy of it. “You think we could have been fucking for ten years now? We would have been like an old married couple. I’d be a stepdad to your cats—”
“They’re not mine. I just feed them.”
“ Sure they’re not,” I tease, stroking his head. “But you know what? I won’t be regretting what we could have been or would have done. We would have been different people. It’s because of who we are now, what we’ve been through, that our bond is steel, forged in blood.”
Road stares at me, his eyes almost black, then snaps out of it and pulls up his jeans. “Jesus, how many books do you read a year to come up with that stuff? Should I make some shelves for you? ”
I shake my head and wrap my arms around his neck. “What? Did you judge me for my muscles and excellent wrestling skills? I can be a deep thinker.”
“Then it’s a good thing you failed to notice I’m shallow like the cats’ water bowl,” Road mumbles, rolling to his back. I let him take me with him, and soon he’s spread out under me on the dusty floor, fingers playing with my hair.
“Works for me. You’ll be easy to handle.” I can’t help myself and delve in for another deep kiss, playing with his tongue, enjoying his heat.
I don’t know how much time passes while we make out like two horny teens, but a sound of the door unlocking makes me pull away and stagger to my feet.
Road picks himself up with less hurry, and I don’t know if he’s just less wary of his friends’ reactions to what they might find here, or if he’s so set on owning every bit of our relationship now that he doesn’t care what they think. Regardless, when he winks at me, I’m ready to go again. Or, I would be if the footsteps weren’t ever closer.
My face falls when I see Prophet’s grim expression and the machine gun in his hands.