Chapter 8
Spike
I skate back to Kash’s cabin, my board’s wheels humming against the smooth trail before I have to flip off and carry my wheels over the rougher track.
The adrenaline is still pumping through me from the skatepark.
I did what he asked—spread the rumor about a biker heading north to the old quarry, dropped it casual-like to a couple of guys at the pier, let it ripple out like a stone in a pond.
But I took it a step further, and I’m not sure if Kash is gonna love me or spank me for it.
Probably both, knowing him. My ass tingles at the thought, a reminder of that night over his lap, his voice calling me boy in that way that makes my blood sing.
The cabin comes into view, dark and hunched against the bluff, the Harley still hidden under its tarp and brush.
I prop my board against a tree, my sneakers silent as I creep to the door.
My heart’s pounding, not just from the skate but from what I’m about to tell Kash.
I tap softly, the signal we agreed on, and the door swings open.
Kash fills the doorway, looking every inch the irresistible fugitive from the law. He’s in a black t-shirt, his tattoos peeking out, and I can’t help but stare at the way his muscles shift under the fabric, strong and boulder like.
“Get in,” he growls, stepping aside. I slip inside, the familiar smell of mildew and whiskey hitting me as the door shuts.
The cabin’s dim, just a single lamp casting shadows on the walls.
Kash is pacing already, his boots heavy on the creaky floor, his hand brushing the knife at his belt like it’s an old friend.
“Well?” he says, his voice low, urgent. “You spread the rumor? All good?”
I lean against the wall, trying to play it cool despite the nerves buzzing in my veins.
“Yeah, Daddy,” I say, flashing a grin. “Told a couple of guys at the skatepark I saw a biker tearing north toward the quarry. They ate it up, already passing it around. Should hit the diner by morning.”
Kash nods, his jaw tight, but his eyes narrow as he studies me. “That’s it? No detours, no risks?”
I hesitate, my grin faltering. Here it comes…
“Well… I might’ve told a cop too,” I say, rushing the words out. “I saw one cruising by the pier, so I flagged him down, said I heard some biker was headed north. Figured it’d get them off your trail faster.”
Kash freezes, his hand stilling on his knife.
For a second, I think he’s gonna explode, his eyes flashing with that stern Daddy look that makes my knees weak.
“You told a cop?” Kash says, his voice dangerously calm. “You think that’s careful, Spike? You think a cop’s gonna buy your bullshit without sniffing around? What if he smelled a rat?”
My heart’s racing, but I hold his gaze, my defiance flaring.
“Here me out. I was careful,” I say, stepping closer. “I didn’t give details, didn’t mention you or the cabin. Just said I heard talk at the skatepark. Cops eat that shit up—small-town gossip’s their bread and butter. They’re probably halfway to the quarry by now.”
Kash stares at me, his jaw working, and I brace for the lecture, maybe another spanking.
But then, to my surprise, his lips twitch, a faint smile breaking through.
“You’re a cocky little sonofagun,” he says, his voice softening, a hint of pride in it. “That was quick thinking, boy. Risky as hell, but quick.”
I blink, caught off guard. “So… you’re not mad?”
“Oh, I’m pissed,” Kash says, stepping into my space, his voice low and rough.
“You took a risk, went off-script. But it was smart. You might’ve bought me a day, maybe two.
” He pauses, his eyes searching mine, and there’s something new there—respect, maybe, or something deeper. “You keep surprising me, Spike.”
I grin, my chest swelling with pride. “Told you I can handle it, Daddy.”
Kash chuckles, a low, warm sound that sends a shiver down my spine.
“Yeah, you did.” He leans back against the couch, crossing his arms, his tattoos flexing.
“You ever think about running with a crew like mine? When this is over, you’d fit right in with the Wolf Riders.
Quick mind, no fear, smart mouth.” He smirks, his eyes glinting. “We could use a skater boy like you.”
I laugh, the idea sparking something in me.
“Me? A Wolf Rider?” I say, stepping closer, my board tucked under my arm. “Riding a Harley, wearing a patch, calling you Daddy in front of your brothers? Hell yeah, I’m in.”
Kash’s smirk widens, and for a moment, the weight of the Vipers and the cops lifts, and it’s just us, joking like the world’s not falling apart.
“You’d have to follow orders,” Kash says, his voice teasing but with that stern edge I love. “No breaking my rules in front of the crew. Or if you do, I’d spank you in front of them too…”
“I’d be the best damn Wolf Rider you ever saw,” I say, grinning, my heart racing at the thought of being spanked by Kash with all his other club members watching on, their eyes all over me. “But only if you keep up, old man.”
“Old man?” he growls, closing the distance, his hand grabbing my chin, tilting my face up. “Keep talking, boy, and I’ll show you how much this old man can handle.”
Before either one of us can say another word, our hands are all over each other’s bodies.
Kash’s clothes fall off along with mine, and all of a sudden we’re naked, hot, out bodies pressed up against one another and our lips locked.
“Over here,” Kash orders, marching me toward the small kitchen area, our destination the chunky wooden breakfast table. “Bend over.”
I bite my lip and gasp as Kash wastes no time in firmly bending my naked body over the table and kicking my legs apart.
Daddy knows what he wants—and I’m all here for it.
I let out a whimper of pleasure as I feel Kash spread my ass cheeks and spit on my exposed, tight little ass hole.
“You ready to become my boy for real?” Kash asks. He’s all Daddy, but he’s making sure that I’m down for the ride too, and I love it.
“Hell yeah, I’m yours,” I say, my heart thumping inside my chest as Kash presses his thick dick head up against my wet hole. “Fuck me. Make me call out your name. I’m yours. My ass is yours. All of me is yours, Daddy.”
I hear Kash spit on the length of his cock and the sound of his working the lubrication up and down his shaft as he presses his head hard onto my ass hole makes my legs quiver in excitement and anticipation.
“Take it,” Kash commands, slapping my ass cheeks as he slowly but surely pushes himself all the way inside me, my groans of animalistic lust telling him that I can handle this. “That’s it. Give yourself to your Daddy.”
Soon enough, Kash is fucking me hard and fast.
I’m gripping onto either side of the kitchen table, groaning in delight as he fills me, stretches me, gives my ass the kind of working over that I honestly never thought was possible.
I’m loving every second of this. And I can tell that my Daddy is too as he leans down and bites on my neck as the thrusts get even deeper and harder.
“Cum for me,” Kash demands, reaching down and gripping my cock in his hand, jerking it hard and fast. “Let it happen. Shoot your load for Daddy.”
I can’t help myself and almost as soon as Kash speaks, I feel my cock shoot rope after rope of hot cum over his hand and onto the floor beneath me.
“Now eat it up,” Kash growls, bringing his cum-covered hand up to my mouth and pushing his salty, sticky fingers deep inside my mouth as he thrusts me hard and fast and climaxes deep inside me. “Fuck. Fuck. Fucccccck.”
The pair of us are satisfied, done with a capital D.
It was hard, fast, and filthy.
And I loved it.
Just for a second, it felt like my Daddy and I were the only two people in the whole world. As much as I’d like that to be true, I know that’s not the case. And I also know that danger is very much lurking around the corner.
But with the misinformation planted, we’ve got a clear run to make our escape from Cresthaven.
What could possibly go wrong?
The air in the cabin is still thick with the heat of what went down, my body buzzing, my heart racing from Kash’s touch, his voice, the way he takes control.
I’m pulling my shorts back up, my legs shaky, when Kash’s burner phone buzzes on the table, sharp and jarring. Kash’s head snaps toward it, his eyes narrowing, the afterglow of our moment replaced by that guarded intensity I’ve come to know.
He grabs the phone, his thumb swiping the screen, and I catch a glimpse of Kash’s face hardening as he reads the message.
“Jace,” Kash says, his voice low, urgent. “He’s got coordinates. A safe spot, just over the state line. The Riders are going to meet us there. We need to move. Now.”
I nod, my pulse spiking again, this time from the danger closing in.
Kash shoots me a look, his jaw tight.
“You’re not safe here, and I’m not leaving you behind to deal with this shit alone,” Kash says. “So, yes, you’re very much coming too.”
I grin, despite the tension.
“Yes, Daddy,” I say, teasing, but there’s a warmth in it, a trust that’s grown between us.
Kash shakes his head, a faint smirk tugging at his lips, but there’s no time for games.
We grab what we need, and then we’re out the door, together.
We move quickly over to where the bike is hidden. No talking, just action.
Kash uncovers the Harley, its chrome glinting under the moonlight. He swings his leg over, gesturing for me to climb on behind him. I tuck my board under my arm and slide onto the seat, my arms wrapping around his waist, my chest pressed against his back.
“Hold on tight,” Kash says, his voice a low growl over the engine’s rumble.
I do, my thighs pressing against his, my fingers digging into his leather. The Harley roars to life, vibrating through me, and we take off down the back trail, avoiding the main road.
The coordinates from Jace are for a safehouse just over the state line, a place where Kash’s Wolf Rider brothers can meet us. Kash told me that they’ll have a plan for when we arrive, and that I can trust him—and the other Wolf Riders too.
I believe Kash.
But getting to the location means dodging the cops, and with the Vipers in their pocket, that’s not going to be as easy as it could be in different circumstances.
The trail winds through the cliffs, the ocean glittering below, the stars sharp overhead. Kash rides like he was born for it, leaning into turns with a precision that makes my heart race. I follow his lead, my body moving with his, the thrill of the ride mixing with the fear of what’s behind us.
We hit the coastal highway, the road stretching out dark and empty, and for a moment, I think we’re clear.
The night’s ours, just me and Kash, the bike growling beneath us, the wind tearing through my hair…
Then I see it—a flash of headlights on the other side of the road.
A police cruiser, coming from the opposite direction, its silhouette sleek and menacing.
My stomach drops, but Kash doesn’t flinch, keeping the bike steady, his speed even.
The cruiser passes us, its driver barely glancing our way, and I let out a breath, my grip on Kash loosening slightly.
“We’re good,” I whisper, my voice lost in the wind.
Kash doesn’t answer, his eyes fixed on the road, his body tense. I’m about to tell him to relax when a piercing wail cuts through the night—police sirens.
I glance back, my heart slamming against my ribs.
The cruiser’s lights are flashing now, red and blue slicing through the dark, and it’s making a sharp U-turn, tires screeching on the asphalt.
They’re coming for us.
“Fuck,” Kash roars. He guns the throttle, the Harley surging forward, the force pinning me against him. “Hold on, boy,” he says, his tone sharp, focused. “This is gonna get rough.”
I tighten my grip, my arms locked around his waist, my board wedged between us.
The highway blurs past, the cliffs looming on one side, the ocean crashing below on the other. The sirens are louder now, closer, the cruiser’s lights flashing in the side mirrors.
Kash weaves through the curves, his riding skill on full display, every move calculated, every turn tight but controlled. He’s not just riding for himself anymore—I can feel it in the way he leans, the way he checks the mirrors, making sure I’m secure.
Kash is riding for me, for us.
It hits me hard: I’m not just some kid he’s dragging along. I’m his, and he’s not gonna let them take me down, no matter what.
“Stay with me, Spike,” Kash says, his voice steady despite the chaos. “We’re losing this bastard.”
I nod against his back, my heart pounding, the thrill of the chase mixing with the fear.
The cruiser’s gaining, its engine roaring, but Kash knows how to handle these roads better than they do. It’s like he rides on instinct, the roads and paths almost magically revealing themselves to him in his mind before any phone app ever could.
He cuts left, veering onto a narrow side road that dips toward the beach, the kind of path only locals like me know.
The cruiser follows, but it’s slower, less sure, its tires struggling on the uneven gravel.
Kash pushes the Harley harder, the engine screaming, and I can feel the raw power beneath us, the bike responding to his every command.
“Know any shortcuts?” Kash shouts over the wind, his voice tight but calm.
“Yeah,” I yell back, my mind racing. “There’s a trail up ahead, cuts through the dunes. Cops won’t follow—it’s too tight for their car.”
“Show me,” Kash says, and I lean forward, pointing to a barely visible path branching off to the right. He takes it without hesitation, the Harley bouncing over the sandy terrain, the dunes rising around us like silent sentinels.
The sirens fade slightly, the cruiser struggling to keep up, but they’re not giving up. I can still see their lights in the distance, flashing through the gaps in the dunes.
“Hell yeah!” I holler, glee in my voice. “Eat my ass, cops!”
Kash navigates the trail like he’s done it a hundred times, his salt-and-pepper hair whipping in the wind, his broad shoulders steady as he leans into the turns.
I cling to him, my body pressed tight against his, and despite the danger, there’s a part of me that’s alive with it—the speed, the risk, the fact that we’re in this together.
Kash isn’t just running from the cops; he’s protecting me, and I’m not letting him down.
The trail spits us out onto another stretch of highway, the ocean glittering under the moonlight.
The sirens are fainter now, but still there, dogged and relentless.
Kash glances in the mirror, his jaw tight, and I know he’s weighing every option, every move.
“We’re close to the state line,” Kash says, his voice low, focused. “If we can lose them before we cross, we’re clear.”
I nod, my arms tightening around him.
“You got this, Daddy,” I say, and I feel his body shift, a faint chuckle rumbling through him despite the tension.
“Don’t distract me, boy,” Kash rasps in reply, but there’s a warmth in his voice, a spark that tells me he’s fighting for more than just his freedom. “This ain’t over just yet…”