Chapter 4
Spike
The skatepark’s empty again this afternoon, just me and the cracked concrete, the ocean’s roar mixing with the hum of my wheels. Maybe it’s the light rain, or the cold wind. Whatever it is, it means I’ve got a free reign, and I’m not complaining.
I’m pulling a new move—or at least trying to—the board scraping against the rail, when Kash’s face flashes in my mind again.
That kiss last night—wow, it was like a bomb going off.
His lips on mine, all heat and control, his hands pinning me to the wall like he owned me.
I’ve been with guys before, plenty of kisses I regret even though they seemed right at the time, but none like him.
Kash is different.
Older, harder, with that rough edge that makes my blood sing.
And that word—boy—the way it rolled off his tongue, like a command and a promise. I want more.
I want him.
But he’s playing hard to get, telling me to stay away, laying down his stupid rules like I’m some kid who needs a leash.
Rule one: don’t touch his bike.
Rule two: don’t come to his cabin unless he says so.
Rule three: do what he tells me.
Yeah, right.
I’ve never followed rules, not for my uncle, not for the cops, not for anyone. So Kash thinks he can tame me? He’s got another thing coming.
I finally land the trick, my sneakers hitting the pavement, and grin. If Kash wants to play boss, I’ll show him just how much trouble I can be…
I’m still buzzing from that kiss, my body aching for more, but there’s something else nagging at me. Those rumors at the diner—biker fugitive, cop-killer, five-grand reward.
Kash fits the bill too well… the way he hides out in that dump of a cabin, the way he watches the road like a hawk, the way he dodged my questions.
I’m not stupid. He’s running from something, and it’s big.
Part of me wants to know the truth, but the other part—the part that’s been replaying that kiss all day—doesn’t care.
Kash isn’t a killer, not the way those guys at the diner think. I’d bet my board on it. But he’s dangerous, no doubt, and that’s what makes me want him even more.
I kick my board up, catching it under my arm, and head toward the main street. Cresthaven’s almost as quiet as the skatepark, the kind of quiet that makes you feel like the world’s holding its breath.
The streetlights haven’t flicked on yet, but it won’t be long now. The air’s thick with salt and the promise of trouble. I’m not going home to my uncle’s place, where he’s probably passed out in a puddle of cheap beer.
The truth is that I really need to get my ass into gear and find my own place.
But with my shifts at the factory so irregular, I know I can’t rely on having enough money each month to pay for rent and food.
So, I’m pretty much spinning my wheels trying to save enough money to give me enough savings to take the step.
But saving is hard—and requires the kind of discipline that I pretty much blank out on the second I see a new skateboard or hoodie I want to make mine. Oh, and there’s also the small fact that my uncle will steal my money at the first chance he gets.
Urgh. Even thinking about my uncle is enough to harsh my vibe.
So my uncle’s place is out.
Looks like I’m going back to Kash’s cabin.
Kash told me to stay away, but that’s just a challenge. And if there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s breaking rules…
The bluff comes into view, the cabin’s dark shape looming against the starry sky.
“Hmmm… no bike,” I mutter, looking around for signs of the bike.
Smart. If the cops are sniffing around, a bike like that’s a dead giveaway. Kash has clearly hidden it.
I prop my board against a tree and creep closer, my sneakers silent on the gravel.
The cabin’s windows are dark, blinds tight, but I know he’s in there.
A guy like Kash doesn’t sleep easy, not with the kind of secrets he’s carrying. And it’s way too early for bed too. No, he’s inside. Probably taking a nap or something…
“Let’s see if I can find this bike,” I whisper, my mischievous side bubbling up to the fore.
It takes a few minutes, but I find the bike, half-covered by branches, its chrome glinting against the torch light from my cell phone as I flash it around the brush.
It’s a beast, all power and menace, and my fingers itch to touch it again.
I know I shouldn’t. Rule one and all that bullshit.
But I’ve never been good at listening, and the idea of taking it for a spin—just a quick ride, just to feel it—makes my heart pound. I glance at the cabin, my pulse racing.
If Kash catches me, I’m fucked.
But that’s half the fun, right?
I ease the branches aside, my hand grazing the handlebars.
The leather seat’s cool under my fingers, and I can almost feel the engine’s growl, the way it’d vibrate through me.
I swing my leg over, settling onto the bike, imagining myself tearing down the coastal highway, wind in my face, Kash’s rules left in the dust.
I’m not gonna start it—not yet—just want to feel it, pretend for a second I’m not stuck in this cage of a town.
The porch creaks, and my heart stops.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, boy?”
Kash’s voice is a low growl, cutting through the night like a blade. He’s standing there, all muscle and menace, his dark eyes blazing with something between anger and heat.
He’s in a black t-shirt, no jacket, his tattoos peeking out from the sleeves—I know enough to know Wolf Rider ink when I see it, I’m sure, though I can’t make out the details.
My stomach flips, but I don’t move.
I keep my ass planted on his bike, my grin defiant.
“Just testing the seat,” I say, leaning back like I own the damn thing. “Pretty comfy. You ever let anyone else ride this?”
Kash stalks closer, his boots crunching on the gravel, and I can feel the air shift, like a storm’s about to break.
“I told you not to touch my bike,” Kash says, his voice dangerously calm. “You think you can just waltz in here, break my rules, and get away with it?”
I shrug, my pulse hammering.
“Figured I’d take my chances. You gonna make me regret it, biker guy?” I’m pushing him, hard, and I know it. Part of me wants to see how far I can go, how much it takes to crack that iron control of his. “Vroom! Vroom! Pffft. This thing probably isn’t even that fast.”
Kash is on me in a second, grabbing my arm and yanking me off the bike.
I stumble, catching myself against him, my hands landing on his chest. He’s solid, all hard muscle, and the heat of him sends a jolt through me.
“You don’t listen, do you, Spike?” Kash asks, his grip firm but not painful, his eyes locked on mine. “I gave you rules for a reason.”
“Yeah, well, I’m not big on rules,” I shoot back, my voice teasing, but my body’s betraying me, reacting to his closeness, his scent—leather, smoke, and something darker. “What’s the big deal? It’s just a bike.”
“It’s not just a bike,” Kash snaps, his voice low and intense. “It’s mine. And you don’t touch what’s mine without permission. You hear me?”
I tilt my chin up, meeting his gaze head-on.
“Maybe I like touching what’s yours,” I say, my voice dropping, a challenge. His eyes darken, and I can see the war in them—anger, want, control slipping. I’m playing with fire, and I love it. “And maybe I don’t give a rat’s ass about your silly rules either!”
“You’re asking for trouble,” Kash says, his hand still on my arm, his thumb brushing my skin, sending sparks through me. “You keep this up, you’re gonna learn what happens when you cross me.”
“Then teach me,” I say, stepping closer, our bodies almost touching. “Show me what happens when I break your rules.”
Kash’s jaw tightens, and for a second, I think he’s gonna kiss me again, pin me against the bike and make good on that promise in his eyes.
But instead, he pulls me toward the cabin, his grip firm, guiding me inside. The door slams behind us, and he spins me around, backing me against the wall. The air’s thick with tension, his body so close I can feel his heat.
“You want to play games, boy?” he asks, his voice a low growl, that word boy hitting me like a spark. “Fine. But you’re gonna learn to follow my rules, one way or another.”
My heart’s pounding, my body alive with anticipation.
I know I’ve pushed him too far, and I’m about to find out what that means.
“Go ahead,” I say, my voice steady despite the thrill coursing through me. “Do your worst.”
Kash’s eyes narrow, and he leans in, his breath hot against my ear.
“Oh, I will,” he says, and I can hear the promise in his voice, stern and commanding. “You broke my rules, Spike. Now you’re gonna face the consequences.”
“Whatever!” I declare, my knees silently knocking with nerves as I realize this is really happening.
I don’t know what Kash is going to do. But I know that he’s going to do it no matter what.
“Unbuckle your shorts and shake them down to your ankles,” Kash growls. “Then waddle over toward the couch. And while you’re doing that, you can give me your safeword. I’m spanking that disobedient ass of yours until I’m convinced that you’ve learned your damn lesson.”
“My safeword is r-r-r-r-r-r-r-robin,” I stammer, my fingers and thumbs fumbling as I undo my belt and allow my jean shorts to fall down toward my ankles. “I… I… I guess it’s too late to give me a do-over on the rules, right?”
“You’re right. It’s way too late,” Kash says, watching me with pure menace in his eyes as I stumble and waddle over toward the couch, my briefs riding up my ass cheeks more than I’d like.
“Now get over my lap you naughty boy,” Kash roars, taking me by the arm and tossing me across his lap in one movement as he sits down on the couch. “These briefs will need to come down too.”
I gasp as Kash roughly yanks my briefs down.
But more than anything else, I’m suddenly very conscious that my arousal will be all too obvious to Kash as my hard cock thumps up against his legs.
“And don’t you dare make a mess on my trousers, you horny little skater boy,” Kash warns, duly reaching underneath and shifting my rock-hard cock between his legs and locking it in a downward pointing position.
“I know how excited a good, hard spanking can make the real naughty boys. But trust me, this is about discipline, not getting your rocks off.”
“B-b-b-b-b-but! It’s not how it looks!” I plead, my cheeks flushing bright red as I realize that nothing I can say will change anything now. “P-p-p-please!”
“Save it,” Kash says, his large hand caressing my exposed ass cheeks and his legs squeezing my cock just a little bit tighter. “You’ve got your safeword. You can use it at any time. But right now, I’ve got a job to do.”
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK!
“Yooooowwww!” I holler, my cheeks heating up in no time as Kash spanks me. “Owwww! Owww! Owwww!”
“Perhaps this will make you think twice next time,” Kash says, his voice gruff but a hint of wry humor in there too. “Now be a good boy and keep those juicy cheeks in place for Daddy to give you everything you need to be better behaved from here on out.”
“D-D-D-Daddy?” I splutter, my brain not able to comprehend what I’ve just heard as another flurry of spanks land on my butt. “Owwww!”
Soon enough, I’m yelping in pain rhythmically along with Kash’s swats on my throbbing bottom. And despite the fact that I’m in pain, my cock is still throbbing too, even as Kash ends the punishment with what feels like a medley of at least ten spanks.
“Now get up and stand in the corner with your hands on your head,” Kash barks. “Don’t worry, there will be time to cool your bottom later. For now, you can enjoy that warm glow…”
“Yes, D…” I say, my voice cutting off abruptly as I walk toward the wall, my hands on my head.
I hear a sound.
And so too does Kash.
A sharp crackle cuts through the air—a police radio, faint but unmistakable, coming from somewhere outside. It’s close. Not super-close. But close enough to have me right on the edge.
My stomach drops.
“Kash,” I whisper, my voice low, urgent. “You hear that?”
He freezes, his head snapping toward the window.
The radio’s static grows louder, voices murmuring something about a “suspect sighting” and “coastal road.”
Kash’s face hardens, and he moves to the blinds, next to me peering out into the night.
“Stay here,” Kash says, his voice a command, no room for argument. “Do not move.”
I nod, my heart racing, the thrill of our moment replaced by a cold knot of fear.
The cops are close—too close.
And I’ve just put myself right in the middle of Kash’s mess.
Whatever he’s running from, it’s real, and it’s very, very dangerous.