Chapter Nineteen
Cove
“W e passed like three hotels,” I state, watching yet another Motel 6 go by.
In front of me, Dragon is like a caged animal, itching to be released. We’d stopped to fill up for gas in some shitty Podunk town and Koyn forced Dragon to get cleaned up some. He’s no longer wearing blood from head to toe and is sporting an Arkansas Razorbacks T-shirt that’s about two sizes too small.
You could almost confuse him for a college frat boy if it weren’t for the million tattoos crawling up his neck, another man’s blood under his fingernails, and the psychotic gleam of murder to come in his green eyes.
Like I said…almost.
“If you ask if we’re there yet one more time,” Koyn threatens, “I’m going to make Katana sit up front and Dragon can deal with you.”
Dragon laughs from the front, but it’s not a funny sort of laugh. No, it’s a dark chuckle filled with the promise of depravity. A shudder makes its way down my spine. Pass.
It’s not that I don’t want to get naked with Dragon again, because I do. I really, really do. It’s that, right now, in his manic state of needing to save his brother, he feels unpredictable and more unhinged than usual. I’m not looking to accidentally get myself choked to death.
My cock stiffens.
Oh, fuck off, man.
We pass by a motel with an empty parking lot and I throw my hands up in the air. “Honestly, Prez,” I mutter under my breath. “You said we were going to stop at the next hotel.”
“Hotel, BP. Not some hole-in-the-wall, bed bug infested nasty-ass motel. That’s how people get murdered, kid. They stay in Generic Roach Motel in Nowhere, Tennessee. And bam!” I jolt when he slams his fist down on the steering wheel for dramatic effect. “Dead. Some psycho sneaks into their room and stabs them eighty-seven times in the throat.”
“Gross,” I mutter. “And oddly specific. However, I would like to argue the fact that, in our situation, we have the psycho. He knows us and prefers to stab other people. Crisis averted.”
“Fuckin’ smartass is what you are,” Koyn growls. “Didn’t know I’d be getting a Stormy Jr.”
Katana smothers a laugh that fades when I give him an icy scowl.
“I don’t do bed bugs,” Koyn continues. “I’ll take some lunatic slasher over those damn bed bugs. Sorry, but PG will kill my ass if I bring bed bugs back to my house. She’d probably torch the place with us in it.”
PG, or Hadley, is his ol’ lady. She’s far from old, though, like Prez. Where he’s pushing fifty, she’s closer to my age. They’ve got one kid and another on the way. I’ve walked in on them fucking more times than necessary.
“So where are we going then?” I demand.
Koyn grunts, smacking Dragon with his knuckles. “Do something about your boyfriend. He’s getting on my nerves.”
Dragon unbuckles his seat belt and I groan. Seriously? I shake my head at him, but he’s already prowling between the seats toward me to do fuck only knows what.
“Ha,” I deadpan. “You made your point, Prez.”
“K,” Dragon growls, “move.”
I scowl, ignoring Dragon as he trades spots with Katana. Koyn starts yapping in the front seat about some big-ass gun he’s getting. Meanwhile, I’m left with a babysitter.
“You’re in my bed tonight,” Dragon murmurs, his hot breath tickling the side of my neck. “Understood?”
My eyes flutter closed the second he presses a surprisingly sweet kiss to the side of my neck just below my ear. But then, not gently at all, he sucks on the flesh hard enough I cry out.
“Don’t get jizz in this car,” Koyn barks out from the front.
It’s his own damn fault if the Tahoe gets jizzed on for sending Dragon after me. The man distracts me with his expert touch and filthy tongue.
“I got lube at the gas station,” Dragon murmurs. “Be ready to get fucked so hard you can’t walk.”
“Here?” I practically shriek.
“No,” Koyn snarls. “Both of you keep your dicks in your pants. We’re almost there, for fuck’s sake.”
Dragon spears his fingers into my hair, tugging and tugging until he guides me toward his mouth. He somehow manages to undo my seat belt and pull me into his lap. Now that I’m officially distracted with grinding on his dick while making out with him, I couldn’t care less when we get to a hotel that’s up to Koyn’s standards.
I gasp as Dragon’s palms slide beneath my T-shirt, skimming up my sides over my ribs. Sometimes his touch is gentle and nearly reverent. It’s confusing considering the man himself is rough and gritty and wild. A moan escapes me, followed by Koyn’s bitching, but I don’t care. He wanted Dragon to distract me? Well, it fucking worked.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” Dragon murmurs against my lips, one of his hands working to unfasten my jeans. “So fucking hot.”
I’m just Cove.
Softer than any of these Royal Bastards. A bit jaded. Bad attitude. Not buff and tatted like Dragon.
And he thinks I’m hot.
It does wonders for my ego. Sometimes, I don’t fully feel like I fit in with these guys. Like I’m not tough enough or ruthless enough. I certainly don’t enjoy making bloody art from the human flesh like Dragon apparently does.
I bite down on his bottom lip and tug until it pops free of my teeth. Dragon chases my mouth, a ravenous moan rumbling from him. A smile curls my lips up when he finds me again. He tastes like Sweet Tarts he’d been eating since the last pit stop we made. Sweet. A little tart. Delicious.
“Next time we fuck, baby, I want you riding my dick just like this,” Dragon rasps out, squeezing both my ass cheeks over my jeans. “I want you to come all over me. Make a big fucking mess.”
My dick is throbbing to the point of pain. I want some relief. Now. I grab hold of his wrist, guiding it to where my erection is straining in my jeans. Dragon rubs on it, knowing just how to get me revved up.
The Tahoe slams to a stop and I nearly topple out of Dragon’s lap. Car doors slam and we’re left in silence aside from the sounds of our needy breathing. Dragon tugs at my shirt until he’s pulled it off completely. I shiver in his arms. He breaks from our kissing to give me open-mouthed kisses along my throat to my collarbone. I gasp, threading my fingers into his messy hair, when he bites down on the bone.
“Naked,” I plead. “Now.”
I start trying to shed off his too-tight T-shirt when someone bangs on the window. Dragon nips at my neck, unfazed by whoever interrupted us. Whipping my head toward the sound, I find Koyn holding up a keycard.
“Your room key,” Koyn barks out. “Get out of my fucking car and finish that shit behind closed doors. I’m tired as hell and don’t need to watch you two kids going at it.”
I somehow manage to untangle myself from Dragon’s hold. I’m dizzy and horny as fuck. All I want to do is find my room, shower off the grime of the day, and have Dragon fuck me into next week. Based on the way he stalks after me, I’d say he’s on the same page. The walk to our room on the fifth floor is interrupted plenty of times with heated make-out sessions against walls.
By the time we’ve reached our room, we’ve lost Koyn and Katana to their own rooms. Dragon slams the card into the slot to open our door before dragging me inside.
“What the hell?” I mutter. “This is a damn suite.”
“Prez doesn’t rough it. Ever.” Dragon smirks before peeling off his shirt to reveal his smooth, tattooed, muscular skin. “He’s…what does Stormy call it? Bougie?”
Prez and bougie in the same sentence is almost laughable.
Yet, here we are, in a fucking suite that’s nicer than any hotel I’ve ever stayed in.
“We’ll get it dirty,” I complain, gesturing at his still-bloody jeans. “Especially you.”
“Damn straight.”
“Shower,” I mutter. “I’m not doing shit until you get cleaned up.”
Dragon shrugs and then peels out of his boots and clothes. He saunters away, the muscles on his fine ass flexing as he walks. The spray of the shower can be heard through the door, so I quickly get naked too.
By the time I reach the shower, he’s already soaping up. I join him beneath the spray, eager to wash the day’s travel off me. Dragon, once he’s cleaned himself off, sets to washing me. There’s something intimate and oddly soothing about the way he’s taking care of me right now. I know this thing between us is just an itch that needs scratching, but when he does stuff like this, it’s easy to forget how much he annoys me.
I like it.
I like him.
I like the way he makes me feel when I’m with him.
Valued. Wanted. Craved. Needed.
Still soapy, he seizes my ass cheek in his powerful grip and pulls me to him. My arms snake up around his neck on instinct. His hips are rough as he grinds his erection into mine, crowding me against the shower wall that sends icy shivers down my spine.
“You can’t fuck me in here,” I murmur, tilting my head back.
His lips on my neck part and a chuckle comes out, dark and devious. “I can do whatever I want.”
“We don’t have lube.”
“I’ll improvise.”
That should terrify me, not get my blood pumping hotter, faster, furiously.
“Soap?”
“No, my little masochist. Soap will burn like a motherfucker.”
“Spit? Water?”
“No. Grab that bottle over there.”
Conditioner.
Lovely. I’m going to have conditioner up my ass.
Yet, I reach over and retrieve the bottle for him anyway. Apparently, getting dicked by a psychopath with a bottle of hotel conditioner will suffice for me.
“Bend over and let me see your hole.”
God, he’s so damn filthy.
“Freak,” I mutter but obey him nonetheless.
His palm strikes my ass cheek. “You’re a freak too, baby.”
Baby.
I hate that I swoon when he says that. When he leaves off the prospect part of my road name. It’s such a small thing, but it really turns me on and makes me feel more than desired. Cherished. By Chase the motherfucking dragon.
He digs his thumbs into each of my ass cheeks, spreading them to expose my hole to him. Heat floods through me, burning over my flesh much hotter than the shower water. I’m at his mercy, being forced to show him a vulnerable part of me.
I expect a glob of conditioner.
Or an antagonistic comment.
Mostly, I expect a rough finger.
What I don’t expect is a tongue, tentatively tasting me there. Again! I would shudder at the kinkiness of it and his apparent newfound love for it, except it feels too fantastic. Flutters of pleasure splinter through me, making me nearly black out from bliss.
“You like that?” His words are whispered against the hole. What the fuck? Who whispers to someone’s asshole? Why do I like it?
“Y-Yes.”
“Me too.”
I don’t get a chance to revel in our shared love of this naughty act because he begins licking and sucking and fucking nibbling my hole with more zeal than the last time. Practice makes perfect, it would seem.
Fuck.
It feels insanely good.
My knees buckle and moans spill out of me. I don’t care, though. I brace my hands on the wall and shamelessly push my ass against his greedy tongue, aching for more. More. More.
With a groan that vibrates me down to my toes, he pushes against the pucker. To my mix of delight and horror, his tongue penetrates me like last time. Presses inside me, hot and wet and slick. It feels unlike anything I’ve ever felt in my entire life because it’s somehow ten times better than his last stab at it.
I love it.
“Oh, God,” I whimper. “Don’t stop.”
He doesn’t. He eats me like there’s no tomorrow. Tongue fucks me like it’s his job. The man might be crazy as hell, but he’s good at this—sex—us. His tongue slides out of me, causing me to whimper, but then his finger is there, longer and firmer. He curls his finger, pressing against my prostate with enough pressure it has me crying out in ecstasy. My nuts tighten and cum shoots out of me, splattering the wall in front of me.
“I love when you whimper for me,” he croons, his praise washing over me like the hot water coming from the showerhead. “I also love it when you scream.”
To punctuate his words, he pushes another finger into my clenching, sensitive hole. I can barely hold myself up, still quaking from the aftershocks of my incredible orgasm.
“Say it,” he commands.
“I love it.”
We’re in sync. I know what he wants because I want it too. This chaotic mix of roughness blended with beautiful pleasure. A two-sided coin of pain and bliss.
His fingers slip out of me and then I vaguely hear a squirt. I no longer care that he’s using conditioner. All I care about is him fucking me. Now. His massive hand comes around my front, splaying over my abs as he rubs the head of his cock along my crack.
“Beg to be fucked, Cove.”
My name on his lips is intoxicating.
“Fuck me, Chase. Fuck me like I belong to you.”
He doesn’t get pissy at the use of his real name and I don’t apologize for it. It felt right coming out of my mouth in this moment. Together, we’re sharing something that has nothing to do with the Royal Bastards. This is just us. Chase and Cove.
He drives into me hard, one fluid thrust of his hips. His thickness stretches me to the point of pain and the conditioner creates a stinging burn that makes me aware of every nerve ending inside of my asshole. I cry out, overcome with the way he obliterates me. He digs his fingers into my flesh, no doubt bruising me with his brutal grip. All I can do is hold on to the wall for dear life as he thunders his hips against me. The slap of our skin echoes loudly, but our moans are much louder. His dick is long, stabbing at my insides, making sure I’ll never forget the way he feels in me.
A guttural growl rips from his throat and he sinks his teeth into my shoulder. His cock swells, stretching me even further, and then I feel it pulsate inside me, filling me with his cum. I like the idea of him filling me to the brim. The warmth of it staying inside me until he’s ready to lick and suck it back out.
He pulls me upright, hugging me against his chest, still impaling me despite the softening of his cock. Something about this moment feels raw and dangerous. Like if we have any more, we’ll be beyond itch-scratching territory and in some other land we’ll never find our way out of.
It scares me to death because Dragon isn’t some normal guy.
He’s fucked-up beyond belief.
And I guess it makes me fucked-up too, which is a really hard pill to swallow.
“We should sleep,” I choke out, needing for us to break this physical and emotional connection before it’s too late. “Tomorrow is a big day.”
He rests his forehead against the back of my head. “I can’t sleep. Not when he has my brother.”
The hoarse, pained way he says his words has me melting in his arms. It’s difficult to keep a wall up between us when he shows me more and more of his human side. A side of him I really like and want to know more about.
I turn my head, seeking out his mouth with mine. My kiss is a promise. I’ll distract him and then we’ll get his brother back.
What happens between the two of us after that is anyone’s guess.