Chapter 7
Kash
The police radio’s static crackles like a gunshot in my ears, the words “suspect’s bike spotted near the bluff” echoing in the dim cabin.
My heart slams against my ribs, my hand frozen on the blind as I peer into the night.
The cruiser’s out there, its spotlight cutting through the dark, sweeping the gravel road just beyond the cabin.
They’re too close—way too fucking close.
I’ve got the Harley hidden under a tarp and brush again after our ride, but if they’re this near, someone’s talking.
And it won’t be long before they discover the bike.
If it was spotted around here earlier, then at some point very soon they’re going to try and find it.
And when they do, that’s my option of a fast exit gone.
“Stay down,” I hiss at Spike, my voice a low growl.
Spike is pressed against the wall, his green eyes wide but steady, no trace of panic. The kid’s got balls, I’ll give him that.
Even now, with cops circling, he’s not running.
Part of me wants to shove him out the back door, make him skate off before he gets caught in my mess.
But another part—the part that felt his body under mine last night, his moans calling me Daddy—wants him right here, where I can keep him safe.
“Kash,” he whispers, barely audible over the ocean’s roar. “What’s the play?”
I shoot him a look, my jaw tight.
“The play is you stay quiet and don’t move.” I ease the blind aside, just enough to see the cruiser’s taillights retreating down the road.
They didn’t stop, didn’t search the cabin, but it’s only a matter of time.
These guys are small town cops. I’m not dealing with the FBI, that much is for sure. And thank God for that.
My hand brushes the knife at my belt, a reflex, the weight grounding me.
I turn back to Spike, who’s still watching me, his defiance simmering under the surface.
“They’re gone,” I say, my voice rough. “For now. But they’re sniffing around, and they’re not gonna stop.”
“Then we need a plan,” Spike says, stepping closer, his voice low but firm. “You can’t just sit here waiting for them to kick the door down. We’re sitting ducks right now.”
I laugh, a harsh sound that echoes in the small room.
“You think you’re gonna save me, boy?” I laugh. “This ain’t a skatepark trick you can pull off with a grin and some luck.”
His eyes flash, that reckless spark I’m starting to crave.
“I’m not an idiot, Kash,” Spike snaps back. “I know this town—every alley, every hideout. I can throw them off. Spread some bullshit at the skatepark, say I saw a biker heading north to the state line. Get them looking somewhere else.”
I stare at him, my mind racing.
It’s not a bad idea.
Cresthaven’s small, and gossip spreads like wildfire.
If Spike plants a rumor, it could buy me a day, maybe two. But it’s risky—too risky for him.
“You open your mouth, you’re painting a target on your back,” I say, my voice hard. “The Vipers don’t play games, and neither do the cops they’ve bought. You get caught spreading lies, they’ll come for you.”
“I can handle it,” Spike says, his chin tilting up, all defiance and no fear. “I’m not some kid you need to babysit, Daddy.”
That word—Daddy—hits me like a spark, igniting the heat in my gut. I step into his space, close enough to feel his breath, my hand itching to grab him.
“You keep pushing, boy,” I growl. “You’re gonna find out just how much I can handle you.”
Spike grins, undaunted, his green eyes locked on mine. “Promise?”
Fuck. He’s gonna be the death of me. I grab his wrist, pulling him against me, my other hand gripping his jaw.
“You don’t get it, Spike. This isn’t a game.
You’re playing with fire, and I’m not gonna let you burn.
Listen. It’s a good idea. You spread the rumor.
Say you saw a biker heading north, near the old quarry.
But you do it careful—no names, no details.
And you come straight back here after. No detours. Got it?”
Spike nods, but his smirk says he’s already planning to bend the rules.
“Yes, Daddy,” he says, the word dripping with mischief, and I nearly lose it right there.
“Don’t test me,” I warn, my hand tightening on his wrist. “You break my rules again, and last night’s spanking will feel like a fucking silky caress.”
Spike’s eyes darken, a flush creeping up his neck, and I can see the memory of that punishment—his ass over my lap, his cock hard between my legs—playing in his mind.
“The spanking wasn’t even that bad,” Spike says, clearly trying to push my buttons.
I know I shouldn’t let him reel me in so easily, but I can’t help myself.
My control snaps. I push him against the wall, my body pinning his, my lips crashing into his.
The kiss is hard, hungry, all the frustration and want I’ve been holding back pouring out. Spike moans into my mouth, his hands gripping my shoulders, pulling me closer.
I taste salt and rebellion, the same fire that drew me to him that first day at the pier.
My hands slide under his tank top, feeling the taut muscles of his stomach. The boy is all defiance and need, and I want to claim every inch of him.
I break the kiss, my chest heaving, and grab his hips, turning him to face the wall.
“You want stern, boy?” I growl, my voice thick with desire. “You’re gonna get it.” My hand slides to his shorts, tugging them down just enough to expose his briefs, the same ones I yanked down last night.
Spike gasps, his body arching back against me, and I can feel how much he wants this.
“You broke my rules,” I say, my hand resting on his ass, feeling the warmth from last night’s spanking. “You came here without permission, didn’t you?”
“Y-yeah,” he stammers, his voice shaky but eager. “But I had to warn you, Daddy.”
“Don’t make excuses,” I say, my hand firm, teasing the edge of his briefs. “You know what happens when you disobey me.”
He shivers, his breath hitching. “Do it,” Spike whispers, his voice a challenge. “Show me.”
I lean in, my lips brushing his ear. “Oh, I will,” I say, my voice a low rumble. “But you’re gonna beg for it first.”
“Please, Daddy,” Spike says, his eyes wide and the slight tremble in his voice adding fuel to my fire. “I’m begging you. Show me how much of a Daddy you are…”
With that, I turn Spike and push him down onto his knees and yank my trousers down, taking my boxers with them at the same time. My cock jumps up to attention, fully erect, ready to use the boy’s mouth until its done…
“Open wide,” I growl, my voice low and full of intent. “I want to hear you choke. Your mouth is my toy now. Just like you wanted. And by the time I’m done, it’ll be full of my hot, thick, Daddy cum.”
“Y-y-y-y-yes, Daddy,” Spike says, his tongue hungrily hanging out of his mouth as I thrust my cock deep inside and begin to work myself up to a fast, firm pace.
“Good boy, take it all,” I command, gripping Spike by his hair and squeezing my ass cheeks hard as I pump back and forth, the boy’s mouth there to be used, in total submission, and loving every damn second of it.
“Mmmmph,” Spike half-gasps, half-splutters, as my thighs tense rock-hard and my thick cock stiffens that one extra percent ahead of shooting waves of my seed deep inside his willing, obedient mouth.
I grunt and thrust back and forth, impressed at how well Spike has taken not only my eight inches of Wolf Rider cock, but how greedily he has swallowed every last drop.
“So, I guess you’ve got a smart mouth in more ways than one…” I laugh, pulling my cock out of Spike’s mouth and towering over him as he leans back on his haunches, used and evidently proud of his work.
“Funny,” Spike sasses back, a drop of cum slipping out the side of his mouth before he swiftly licks it back inside. “Now tell me more about your life as a biker. I want to hear all about it. Club name, riders, everything.”
Later, the buzz of my burner phone on the table is suddenly sharp and jarring. I freeze, the heat in my veins turning to ice. It’s a text from Jace, and it’s urgent…
JACE: Confirmed: Vipers working with police, believed to have bribed senior detective. They know you’re on the coast too. Time to move fast. Clay is making moves to expose the corrupt cop, but it won’t be easy. Trust me though, we’ll get you home safe, my brother.
“Fuck,” I mutter, my mind racing. The Vipers and the cops—together. This isn’t just a manhunt anymore, it’s a fucking execution. I look at Spike, his shorts still half-down, his eyes wide with concern.
“Get dressed,” I say, my voice hard. “We’re not safe here.”
“What’s going on?” Spike asks, pulling up his shorts, his defiance replaced by worry. “Who was that?”
“My Wolf brother,” I say, shoving the phone in my pocket. “The Vipers—the ones who framed me—they’re working with the cops. We know that for sure now. They know I’m here. We need to move.”
Spike nods, grabbing his board, his face serious for once. “Where to?”
I shake my head, my hand brushing the knife at my belt.
“Not we,” I bark. “Me. You’re going home.”
“No fucking way,” Spike says, stepping into my space again, his eyes blazing. “I told you, I’m in this. You’re not ditching me now.”
I grab his shoulders, my grip firm but not cruel.
“Listen to me, boy,” I say, my voice low, urgent. “This is bigger than you. Bigger than us. If they find you with me, you’re dead. I’m not letting that happen.”
The boy glares at me, defiant, his jaw set.
“And I’m not letting you run off alone,” Spike protests. “You need me, Kash. You said it yourself—I know this town. I can keep you hidden.”
I want to argue, to shove him out the door and make him go, but he’s right.
His knowledge of Cresthaven’s backroads, his quick thinking—it’s kept me one step ahead so far. And the truth is, I don’t want him to go. Not just because he’s useful, but because he’s mine.
“Fine,” I say, my voice rough. “You stay with me for now. But you follow my moves. No arguments. No risks.”
Spike grins, that reckless spark back in his eyes. “Yes, Daddy.”
I growl, pulling him close for one last kiss, hard and quick, before pushing him toward the door.
“Get to the skatepark. Spread that rumor about the quarry,” I command. “Then come back here. ASAP. We’ll figure out the next move. But there isn’t a moment to lose now. The clock is ticking.”
Spike nods, his board under his arm, and slips out into the night. I watch him go, my heart heavy with something I can’t control.
The Vipers, the cops—they’re closing in, and I’m running out of time.
But with Spike in my corner, I’m starting to think I might just have a chance.
Or maybe he’s just the spark that’s gonna burn us both down…