Chapter 5
Kash
Fuck. This isn’t good.
I don’t need a gun fight right now.
In fact, I don’t need anything other than these cops to move on nice and fast…
The police radio crackles again, a faint hiss that cuts through the night like a knife. My heart’s pounding, my hand gripping the edge of the blind as I peer out into the darkness.
The cruiser’s out there, somewhere on the coastal road, its spotlight sweeping the bluff. I can’t see it yet, but the static’s too close for comfort, murmuring about a “suspect sighting.”
This ain’t good at all.
Someone’s talking—maybe that nosy clerk at the general store, maybe some local who saw my bike before I hid it. Cresthaven’s supposed to be my hideout, but it’s starting to feel like a trap.
I might need to move out of here.
But what then?
No, I need to hold my ground for as long as I can.
“Stay put,” I growl at Spike, my voice low, no room for argument.
He’s still standing in the corner, hands on his head, his shorts and briefs around his ankles from the spanking I just gave him.
The boy’s cheeks are flushed—partly from the punishment, partly from the way his body reacted to it. That hard cock of his, trapped between my legs as I laid into him, told me everything I need to know.
Spike is trouble, sure, but he’s mine, and that thought’s more dangerous than the cops outside. Okay, maybe not quite as dangerous. But you know what I mean.
I move to the window, easing the blind aside just enough to scan the road.
No lights yet, but the radio’s getting louder, the voices clearer.
“Unit Four, check the bluff cabins,” one says.
My stomach twists.
They’re zeroing in.
If they search the cabin, I’m fucked. My duffel’s got my knife, some cash, and a whole ton of my DNA that would link me to an endless list of crimes.
I glance back at Spike. He’s watching me, his green eyes wide, but there’s no fear in them—just that same defiant spark, like he’s ready to jump into this mess with me.
“Kash,” he whispers, his voice steady despite the situation. “What’s going on?”
“Keep your voice down,” I snap, but there’s no heat in it.
I’m pissed at myself, not him. I should’ve sent him away the second he showed up tonight, not pulled him inside and spanked his ass until it glowed.
But that look in his eyes, the way he uttered even the word Daddy—fuck, it broke something in me. I want to protect him, claim him, but every second he’s here puts him in danger.
“Get your shorts up and stay out of sight,” I growl.
Spike hesitates, then pulls up his briefs and shorts, wincing as the fabric brushes his tender ass. “You gonna tell me what’s happening, or do I have to guess?” he asks, keeping his voice low, but that cocky edge is still there. Even now, with cops circling, he’s pushing me.
“Not now,” I say, moving to the door, my hand on the knife at my belt. “If they come in, you’re just some kid who got lost. You don’t know me. Got it?”
He nods, but his eyes say he’s not buying it.
“I’m not ratting you out, Kash,” Spike says. “Whatever this is, I’m in.”
I want to believe him, but trust is a luxury I can’t afford. The Vipers set me up, turned half the PD against me. Trust ain’t easy right now.
Thirty years in a cell if I come clean, a bullet if I don’t.
Spike’s a complication I didn’t plan for, but the way he’s looking at me, like he’d follow me into hell, makes something in my chest ache.
The radio goes quiet, and I risk another glance outside.
The cruiser’s moved on, its taillights disappearing down the road.
I let out a breath, my shoulders easing slightly.
“They’re gone,” I say, turning back to Spike. “But they’ll be back. You need to go home.”
The boy steps closer, ignoring my order. “You’re in trouble, aren’t you? Those rumors… biker fugitive, cop-killer. That’s you, right?”
I freeze, my jaw tightening. He’s too smart for his own good.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say, but my voice is rough, betraying me.
“Then tell me,” Spike replies, his green eyes locked on mine, unflinching. “I’m not some snitch looking for five grand. I want to help. If they’re saying you killed a cop… I don’t know… I just don’t believe it. I can help. Come on, you know I can.”
I laugh, a harsh sound that echoes in the small cabin.
“Help? You think you can help a man like me?” I chuckle. “You’re a twenty-something kid, Spike. A skater boy with a smart mouth and no sense of danger.”
His eyes flash, and he steps right into my space, close enough that I can smell the salt on his skin.
“I’m not a kid,” Spike rasps, his voice low, fierce. “And I’m not scared of you or your mess. You think I can’t handle it? Try me.”
I grab his shoulders, meaning to push him away, but my hands linger, feeling the strength in his lean frame. He’s not backing down, and it’s doing things to me—stirring that same heat I felt when I had him over my lap, when he hollered Daddy.
“You don’t get it,” I say, my voice softer now, almost pleading. “This isn’t a game. The people after me—they don’t play by your rules. They don’t play by any rules. They’ll kill you just for being near me.”
“Then let me help you stay hidden,” Spike says, his voice steady, his eyes burning with something I can’t name. “I know this town. Every back alley, every trail. I can watch for cops, keep them off your trail.”
I shake my head, but the idea’s tempting. He’s quick, clever, and he knows Cresthaven better than I ever will. “You’re asking to get in deep,” I say, my hands still on his shoulders. “Deeper than you can handle.”
The boy grins, that reckless, defiant grin that makes my blood boil.
“I can handle deep, Daddy,” Spike says, the word dripping with challenge, and I nearly lose it right there.
“Fuck, Spike,” I mutter, stepping back before I do something stupid like kiss him again. “Fine. You want to help? You keep your eyes open, tell me if you see anything—cops, strangers, anything off. But you don’t get involved. You don’t take risks. And you follow my rules.”
Spike rolls his eyes but nods. “Deal. But I want something in return.”
I raise an eyebrow, wary. “What?”
“A ride,” Spike says, his grin widening. “On that bike of yours. Just you and me, out on the road.”
I should say no.
Every instinct screams to keep him away, to keep my distance.
But the way he’s looking at me, all fire and want, makes it impossible.
“One ride,” I say, my voice gruff. “But you do exactly what I say.”
“Always,” Spike says, but his smirk says otherwise….
The moon’s high when we slip out of the cabin, the night cool and quiet except for the ocean’s roar.
I uncover the Harley, checking the road for any sign of trouble.
All clear. As safe as it’s gonna get.
Spike’s practically bouncing, his excitement infectious despite my better judgment. I climb on, gesturing for him to get behind me. He swings his leg over, his arms wrapping around my waist, his chest pressed against my back.
The boy’s heat seeps through my jacket, and I grit my teeth, trying to focus.
“Hold on tight,” I say, starting the engine.
The Harley roars to life, a deep growl that vibrates through us both. Spike’s grip tightens, his thighs pressed against mine, and I feel his breath catch as we take off.
We head down the coastal highway, the road winding along the cliffs, the ocean glittering under the stars.
“Wahoooo!” Spike calls out, loud and full of a youthful innocence—but definitely the sound a boy who loves danger too.
The wind tears at us, cool and sharp, and I feel alive for the first time in weeks.
Spike’s still whooping behind me, his laughter wild and free, and I can’t help the smile tugging at my lips. I teach him how to lean into the turns, his body following mine like he’s done this a hundred times. He’s a natural, quick to learn, and I can’t deny the pride swelling in my chest.
“Faster!” he shouts, his voice barely audible over the engine.
I push the throttle, the bike surging forward, and his arms tighten around me, his chin resting on my shoulder. It’s reckless, dangerous, but for this moment, it’s just us, the road, and the night.
We pull off onto a hidden trail, one Spike pointed out earlier, leading to a secluded overlook. I kill the engine, and the silence is deafening, just the waves crashing below.
Spike slides off, his eyes bright with adrenaline, his hair a mess from the wind.
“That was fucking incredible,” he says, grinning. “You’re not half bad, biker guy.”
I climb off, standing close, too close. “You’re not half bad yourself,” I say, my voice low. Spike’s grin softens, and for a moment, we’re just two guys, no cops, no Vipers, no rules.
I want to kiss him, pull him against me, but I hold back, remembering the danger.
That’s when I hear it—a low hum, getting closer.
Headlights flash in the distance, cutting through the dark.
Another cruiser. My heart slams against my ribs.
“Get down,” I hiss, pulling Spike behind a rock. We crouch low, his body pressed against mine, his breath hot against my neck.
The cruiser slows, its spotlight sweeping the trail.
“Unit Four, no sign of the suspect,” the radio crackles. “Checking the overlook now.”
“Shit,” Spike whispers, his hand gripping my arm. I cover his mouth with my hand, keeping him quiet, my eyes locked on the cruiser.
It’s too close, too exposed. If they spot the bike, we’re done.
The spotlight swings our way, and I pull Spike tighter against me, my heart pounding.
The light passes, missing us by inches, and the cruiser moves on, its engine fading into the night.
I let out a breath, my hand dropping from Spike’s mouth.
“That was close,” he says, his voice shaky but excited, like he’s thriving on the danger.
“Too close,” I say, standing, pulling him up with me. “This is why you need to stay away, Spike. This isn’t a game.”
The boy looks at me, his eyes serious for once.
“I’m not going anywhere, Kash. You’re stuck with me.”
I nod and a crackle of electricity sparks between us. We don’t need words. We both want this as much as one another…
“Cock out,” I growl, pushing Spike back down toward the ground and watching as he unbuckles his belt and slides his shorts and briefs down in one fluid motion. “Daddy’s going to make you feel good…”
I see Spike’s pupils dilate in sheer delight as I move my mouth down toward his throbbing cock and waste no time in wrapping my lips around his pulsating head.
“Mmmmph, that feels… amazing,” Spike gasps, his hands reaching for something to grab onto as his hips buck in time with my mouth as I take the full length of his cock inside my mouth.
And it’s not long before the swirling of my tongue and the wetness of my mouth has the boy just on the edge of ecstasy…
“Daddy! Daddy!” Spike moans, a look of shock on his face as I pull back and take in the sight of his hard, wet, stiff cock as it bounces and twitches so close but yet so far from cumming. “W-w-w-what?”
“You can wait for your orgasm, boy,” I say, a look of wicked delight in my eyes. “Daddy is in charge now. And something tells me that this is the best way for me to make sure that you’re a good little skater boy…”
“Argh. Crap,” Spike says, slapping his hands into the ground in frustration.
I chuckle and offer Spike a hand to stand up.
“But don’t worry, your time will come,” I laugh. “Forgive the pun.”
“Whatever,” Spike replies, a sly smile on his face as he pulls his briefs up over his still hard cock.
“The wait will be worth it,” I say, patting Spike’s brief-covered ass cheeks. “Now come on. It’s time to move. We’re not out of this yet. In fact, we’re probably about to get a whole lot deeper…”