Harshal
I groan and slap a set of hands away from my body.
“Stop.” I groan, burrowing my face deeper into my pillow.
The hands touch me again and shake me.
“Pretty boy.” A deep raspy male voice says. “Wake up, I miss you.”
My eyes pop open immediately and I shoot up in the bed to come face to face with Wraith. He gives me the handsomest smile a guy could give anyone and says,
“Hi.”
He’s just in a pair of boxer briefs while I’m just in my jockstrap.
“I was planning to fuck you awake but my family wants to have breakfast with you.” He says, his eyes darting to my bare ass.
“A family breakfast?” I ask.
I’ve met his sister and cousin but I just realized I’ve never met his mother or father.
He nods, digging into his dresser drawer and throwing me a giant t-shirt and baggy pajama pants.
“So put that on and come on before the eggs my sister has so graciously cooked gets cold and nasty.” He says, heading for the bedroom door.
I watch him exit the room only for him to come back in and grip my throat to kiss me.
He moans when my lips lock with his and his tongue slides into my mouth.
He sucks ever so lightly on my tongue and I gently bite the tip of his tongue to get him back.
He growls and just deepens the kiss. I pull away from him saying,
“I still have morning breath.”
“Like I fucking care, you still taste good.” He smirks. “Also, I would have had a hard time controlling myself during breakfast if I hadn’t kissed you.”
He leaves a quick peck to my lips before leaving a trail of kisses up my neck. He squeezes my neck gently, scrapping his teeth along my sensitive flesh.
“Are we going to have a morning fuck before we go down to have breakfast with your parents and sister?” I smile.
He stiffens before pulling away from me. What happened? Did I say something wrong?
“Are you—”
“You’re right, get dressed, I’ll be downstairs.” Wraith says before exiting his room, closing the door behind him.
When I get downstairs the sweet smell of a delicious breakfast hits my nose.
My stomach growls as I enter the kitchen and dining room area.
A man in just his pajama pants sits at the table with a plate of stacked pancakes in front of him, while two other plates are on either side of him.
Frani currently is fussing with the toaster and Wraith turns with a plate in his hand.
“Hi.” He smiles.
Frani’s attention moves to me and the guy at the table looks up from his plate at me. I give a shy smile and little wave.
“Hello.” I say.
Wraith places the plate on the table and gestures to me.
“Sit, eat.” He says before moving back to the kitchen.
I do as he says and sit in front of the plate.
“So, you’re the boy we’re keeping an eye on.” The man says. “I’m Guildford Nacar.”
He sticks his hand out for me to shake and I take it and do so.
“I’m Harshal, nice to meet you sir.” I say a hint of timidness in my tone.
“Oh please, leave the formal shit for someone else.” He says, returning to his plate of food.
He pops a slice of kiwi in his mouth and chews. Then what he said finally hits me.
“Keep an eye on me? Why are you keeping an eye on me?” I ask. “Did I do something wrong?”
Do they know I saw them skin that man at the party so long ago? How did they find out? Wraith didn’t tell them, did he?
“Am I going to die?” I blurt out my inner thought.
Frani freezes in the kitchen, looking directly at me as Wraiths head snaps in my direction. Guildford and Frani break out into laughter after a moment of silence.
“Shit, what did you tell him we do?” Frani asks Wraith.
“I haven’t told him anything, he knows we’re a biker gang, it was evident when we went to Vegas.” Wraith said before turning to me. “And you’re not going to die if I have anything to do with it.”
“Same here.” Guildford says, raising his fork before stabbing it into a perfectly cut piece of pancake. “I don’t kill others unless I need to, and I don’t need to kill you.”
A sense of easiness oozes into my body and I feel like I can relax. Guilford’s gaze collides with mine and he freezes. “Do I?”
I’m now on the edge again. If I were standing I’m sure I’d have trembling knees. I open my mouth to speak but close it, unsure of what to say.
“Um...” I croak.
“No dad you don’t need to kill him.” Wraith said, walking to the table with his plate in hand.
Guilford smiles. “I’m just messing with him.”
“Oh.” I sigh.
“Lighten up, come on, I’m not that intimidating!” Guildford says.
“Dad you’re the president of a motorcycle club and have you seen how big you are?” Frani asks. “You’re just a giant man of pure muscle, if a stranger isn’t intimidated by you then they must not fear a single thing on this earth.”
Guildford looks down at his naked torso as if he’s just realized he’s got one as he chews on his food. He swallows before saying,
“I’m not that big.”
“Okay Dad.” Frani smiles as she sits down at the table.
She turns her attention to me.
“So, seeing as my brother is infatuated with you, tell me about yourself.” She says.
I chuckle nervously before I stuff my mouth with eggs. I chew and swallow before answering her.
“I’ve only ever lived in California, I’m going to school to be a nurse, and I was raised by my Nigerian grandfather.” I state.
“Oh... why your grandfather?” Frani asks. “Where’s your mother, if you don’t mind me asking.”
I smile, playing with the food in my plate.
“My mother was murdered.” I say slowly. “By my father, he was an abusive asshat.”
“I’m so sorry to hear that.” Frani sighs sympathetically. “Not that this makes your story any better, but my mother was murdered too.”
My eyes immediately advert to Guildford. Who would dare mess with the wife of this man? I, for one, wouldn’t. I value my life thank you very much.
“Who would dare cross Guilford?” I blurt.
“That would be my biological father.” Wraith raises his fork sarcastically.
Biological father? I knew Wraith and his current family didn’t look related but the human genes are bipolar sometimes, so I thought Guilford really was his father and his mother was from Korea and he just took his mothers genetics while Frani took their fathers genetics.
“I’m... adopted.” Wraith admits.
Well, I think it’s just safe to say that all of my assumptions about Wraith and his family are incorrect.
“My parents were murdered when I was young, but I didn’t care because they weren’t really spectacular parents in the first place.” Wraith adds. “They were murdered by the people I now call family and to be honest I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“Well, it seems we all have tragic parental history.” I state with a chuckle to lighten the mood.
“Yeah, but at least I have my loving father!” Frani playfully punches Guildford’s arm, knocking his fork out of hand.
“Fuck, Frani!” he says.
Frani and I chuckle.
“Don’t be crying when I get you back.” He warns.
“Wah, wah, wah!” Frani fake cries.
Guildford smiles and winks at her.
“Okay.” He mumbles.
We then spend the rest of the morning getting know each other over breakfast. I help the family clean up the kitchen before Guildford says that he has to get ready for his day and Frani had to go study for an upcoming exam.
Wraith drags me upstairs and tells me to get ready because he’s taking me somewhere.
At first I’m skeptical but then he kisses and nibbles on my neck, getting his way, deviously.