Chapter 10
Spike
ONE MONTH LATER
The Wolf Riders’ clubhouse smells like leather, whiskey, and the faint tang of motor oil, a mix that’s become a real home for me over the past month…
The bar is solid oak under my palms, cool and worn smooth from years of rough hands and spilled drinks. I’m bent over it, my jeans and briefs pulled down to expose my ass for all to see.
My heart is pounding with a mix of nerves and that familiar thrill that comes with pushing Kash’s buttons. To my left and right, Dylan, Nico, Caleb, Keegan, and Rocco are in the same position, each of us lined up like naughty boys caught with our hands in the cookie jar.
Except this wasn’t cookies—it was a prank, a big one, and it backfired spectacularly.
“Ummm… so this could get pretty stingy,” Dylan says, looking at me and trying to not look nervous.
“You think?” Keegan jokes. “Yeah, I think it’s going to be bad. Real bad.”
“Pah! I’d still do it all over again,” Rocco says, defiance in his voice as his naked ass shines under the lights.
“Me too,” Caleb and Nico add, both talking at the same time and then bursting into nervous giggles.
The clubhouse is alive with the hum of voices, the Wolf Riders—our Daddies—standing behind us, their presence heavy, commanding.
Kash is at my back, his boots scuffing the floor, and I can feel his eyes on me, that stern gaze that makes my skin tingle.
“We’ve got this,” I say, looking to my new friends as we await our fate. “And we’ll be back making plans again as soon as it’s over!”
We’re a crew now, the Littles of the Wolf Riders, and I fit in here like I never did in Cresthaven.
A month ago, I was a skater kid with a rap sheet and a drunk uncle who barely knew I existed. Now, I’m here, in this rough-around-the-edges clubhouse in Ironwood, surrounded by brothers who’ve got my back and a Daddy who’s claimed me in ways I never thought possible.
Kash saved me—not just from the cops and the Vipers, but from a life that was going nowhere.
That night in Cresthaven, when the bullets flew and Detective Mace took down Skinner, everything changed. Kash’s name was cleared, we rode out together, my board tucked between my arm and my Daddy’s waist.
I left my uncle behind, a distant memory, and found a family that actually gives a damn.
The Wolf Riders are more than a motorcycle club—they’re a brotherhood, a pack, and I’m part of it now.
Not a full patched member, not yet, but Kash says I’m on my way.
I’ve got my own cut, a prospect patch sewn on, and I’ve been learning the ropes—how to ride a Harley, how to fix one, how to stand tall with men who’ve seen more shit than I can imagine.
Clay, Jace, Tank—they’ve taken me in like I belong, teaching me the code, the loyalty, the way of the Wolves.
And the Littles? Dylan, Nico, Caleb, Keegan, Rocco—they’re like me, a little wild, a little broken, but finding their place under the stern hands of their Daddies.
Today’s mess started with Nico, of course.
Nico’s the mastermind, always scheming.
The plan was to rig the clubhouse jukebox to blast some godawful pop song—Nico’s idea of hilarious—right in the middle of the Daddies’ weekly meeting. We spent all morning wiring it up, giggling like idiots, thinking we’d get one over on Clay, Jace, and the rest.
But Tank caught Keegan sneaking out of the storage room with a roll of wire, and it all went to hell.
Now here we are, bent over the bar, waiting for the consequences.
My ass is already tingling, casting back to Kash’s hand from that night in Cresthaven, the way he made me yelp and beg, uttering Daddy for the first time, if only in a questioning way.
I’m not scared, though—not really.
This is part of it, part of belonging, part of being his.
I glance sideways at Dylan, who’s muttering again, something about Nico owing him a beer.
“This is your fault, man,” I whisper, keeping my voice low so Kash doesn’t hear. “Why’d I listen to you?”
Nico snickers, not even trying to be quiet. “Because you’re as dumb as the rest of us,” he says, and Caleb snorts, earning a sharp look from Jace, his Daddy.
“Quiet, all of you,” Clay barks from behind us, his voice like gravel. He’s the club president, a bear of a man with a stubble sharp enough to light a thousand matches on. “You thought you could pull a stunt like that and not pay for it?”
I bite my lip, fighting a grin.
It was a dumb prank, but it was fun—until we got caught.
I steal a glance over my shoulder at Kash, his hair catching the dim light, his dark eyes fixed on me with that mix of sternness and heat that makes my knees weak.
He’s in his leather cut now, the Wolf Rider emblem proud on his shoulder, and I can’t help but think how fucking hot he looks, all muscle and menace, my Daddy ready to teach me a lesson.
But before the punishment starts, I let my mind wander, the bar cool under my hands.
This place, these people—they’re my family now. Not the kind I was born into, not my uncle who’d rather drink than look at me, but a real family, one that fights for each other, laughs together, and yeah, dishes out spankings when we screw up.
I think about the nights at the clubhouse, sitting around the firepit with the Littles, swapping stories about our Daddies, about the rides, the fights, the life we’re building.
I think about Kash, the way he looks at me like I’m his whole world, the way he held me after the shootout in Cresthaven, his voice rough as he said he loved me.
I’ve never felt this before—this sense of belonging, of being wanted, of being home.
“Spike,” Kash’s voice cuts through my thoughts, low and commanding. “You ready, boy?”
I turn my head, meeting his eyes, and I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face.
“Kash,” I say, my voice soft but clear, “I’m so happy here. This life, with you, with the Wolf Riders—it’s everything I didn’t know I needed. I’ve got a family now, a real one. You gave me that.”
My Daddy’s eyes soften, just for a moment, and I see something raw in them—pride, love, maybe a little surprise. He steps closer, his hand resting on my lower back, warm and steady.
“I’m glad, boy,” he says, his voice rough with emotion. “But you might wanna hold off on the sappy shit till this spanking’s over. It’s gonna be a hard one.”
I laugh, the sound echoing in the clubhouse, and the other Littles chuckle, breaking the tension. Nico winks at me, and even Clay cracks a smile, though he tries to hide it.
Kash’s hand tightens on my back, a warning, and I know he means it—this is gonna sting.
But I’m not scared. I’m exactly where I want to be, bent over this bar, surrounded by my brothers, with my Daddy behind me, ready to show me who’s boss.
Kash steps back, his boots scuffing the floor, and I brace myself, my heart full despite the sting I know is coming.
The clubhouse is alive with the sounds of our family—the riotous cheers of the Daddies, the nervous giggles of the Littles, the creak of leather and the clink of glasses.
“On my command,” Clay bellows, his voice full of lust and wicked authority. “Three. Two. One…”
I glance one final time at Kash, his dark eyes locked on me, and I feel it again—that spark, that pull, that certainty that I’m his and he’s mine.
The prank was dumb, the spanking’s gonna hurt, but I wouldn’t trade this for anything.
I’m a Wolf Rider now, or damn close to it, and I’ve got a family that fights for me, loves me, and keeps me in line.
As Kash raises his hand, ready to start, I grin, knowing I’m right where I belong—I’ve finally found my home and it came with the best Daddy a skater boy could ever dream of.