Dylan POV
My fingers tap restlessly against the arm of the chair. I’m not really listening to anything my father says. My eyes keep flicking to the clock on the wall, counting down the minutes until I can get the hell out of here and meet up with Lila and Siren at the club.
“Dylan.”
My father’s voice pulls me back to reality.
“Yes?”
He tilts his head slightly. “I was asking how Sasha is doing.”
“Great,” I mutter. Truth is, I haven’t checked in on her today. I only reach out when I need her to show up and help me keep up appearances.
“Did she mention anything about marriage?”
“Not yet. I’ve dropped a few hints, but she always changes the subject.” They’re very subtle hints, because I’m nowhere near ready to marry anyone, especially someone I haven’t even fucked. And I can’t.
“Bring her for dinner this weekend.”
There it is again. “I will, but don’t bring up marriage. You did that with Kelsie and it scared her off.” Okay, that’s a lie. Kelsie was actually into it. I’m the one who broke things off and told her to stay the fuck away.
“No mention of marriage. I’m thinking if she spends more time around us, she might start to like the idea of accepting a proposal.”
She won’t. Because I won’t let her. “Are we done here?” I ask. “I’m supposed to be meeting Lila.”
“Soon. Did you look into that club I mentioned?”
I sigh and nod. “Yeah, it’s a solid business. It’s doing well, and it could make a perfect front for the other things we need to keep hidden. I only have one issue.”
He nods, waiting for me to continue.
“The current owner is running it like a fucking brothel. The women are treated like slaves. They get less than ten percent of what he makes, and he pockets the rest. If you want to take it over, fine, but that shit needs to stop. It’ll bring cops down on us fast.”
“Mitch, right?” he asks. I nod. “I’ll have someone look deeper into him. If I buy it, things will change. We can’t afford to have police showing up, so the actual club side stays clean and stays that way.”
“That includes the women too. None of them can be involved in anything illegal, especially prostitution. If they get caught on the streets and traced back to the club, it brings heat we don’t need.”
“Anything like that will be done in secret, not out in the open. The women will be warned. Anyone caught doing illegal shit will be gone.”
“Good. Then it’s a solid place to take over and build from.”
“You did well figuring out what was needed,” he says. “You can go meet your friends now. Just watch your back.”
“I always do.” I’m not stupid enough not to. I stand up and start walking toward the door when his voice stops me again.
“You never told me what happened with that friend of yours… Davina?”
“She’s fine,” I say with a small shrug. “Turns out she lives on the wild side. There was no kidnapping or anything. It was just her and her guy and how they like to get off.”
“Well, that’s good. When you called and said you might need help, I was worried your friends were mixed up with the wrong people.”
I scoff and nod. “Yeah, they’re clean. Don’t worry.”
I slip out of the house. One of the drivers drops me off at Lila’s place. The second I reach the door, she swings it open.
“You’re late,” she says, stepping out and heading straight for the waiting taxi.
“Had to deal with family stuff,” I mutter as I follow her.
When we reach the club, I walk straight past the row of bikes and head inside to the bar. I know Lila will go straight for Davina and Echo. She says she hates him, but I’m not so sure anymore.
“What’s good today, Giggles?” I mutter, sliding onto a stool.
“I’ll make you something sweet with a punch,” he says and grins. I nod. I don’t really mind being here, but I don’t love it either. Still, with Davina and Lila coming all the time, I have to show up. I don’t trust bikers. Not really.
I’ve been around the Iron Kings enough before this club to know these guys can destroy lives just as fast as my father can. Giggles slides a glass across the bar. I take a sip.
It’s sweet when it hits my tongue, but the moment I swallow… damn. I cough hard and glare at him. “You said it would have a punch. This feels like I just swallowed fucking blades.”
Giggles laughs. “Told you.”
I take another sip anyway. It does taste good, even if it burns.
“Hey.”
I tense at the deep voice and glance sideways. Blaze leans against the bar, wearing that familiar smirk.
“You good?” he asks.
“Fine. Giggles is just trying to burn a hole through my throat, that’s all,” I grumble and take another sip.
“But he loves it. Look, he’s still drinking it,” Giggles calls out.
“If you let him mix your drinks, they’re always lethal,” Blaze says, sliding closer to me. My body heats up instantly. My eyes drift over him. He’s in dark jeans, a plain tee, and his cut. The shirt stretches across his toned chest and arms. He’s built. Really built.
I force my gaze up to his face. He looks dangerous, almost cruel at first glance, but there’s a softness around his eyes that doesn’t match the rest of him. And those eyes… they pull you in. Honestly, he’s fucking hot.
I look away fast and rub my face. No. Not happening. I’m not going there. Even if my cock is already getting hard just from him standing next to me.
Guys I’ve liked in the past were easy to ignore. I could push the feeling down and move on. But every single time Blaze is near me, my body reacts whether I want it to or not.
“Well,” I mutter, trying to come up with something to say.
“Let me show you something. Come on.” He pushes off the bar and starts walking.
I stare after him. “Come on, Dylan. I won’t bite,” he says with a wink.
I sigh and follow him out of the main room and into the garage. “Bikes really aren’t my thing,” I complain, leaning back against the wall.
He chuckles and turns toward me. “I didn’t bring you out here to show you the bikes.”
Before I can respond, he steps in close and plants both hands on the wall beside my head, caging me in.
I swallow hard and stare up at him. My heart pounds. He’s too close. Way too close. My cock is already fully hard from just the heat of his body.
“I… I need to go,” I say, but my voice comes out weaker than I want it to.
Blaze doesn’t pull back. His hands stay planted on the wall on either side of my head, trapping me there. The heat from his body pours over me, thick and overwhelming.
“I only want to show you something,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough like gravel. His eyes burn into mine, dark and intense. “Just stay right here for a second, Dylan.”
I shake my head fast, panic rising in my chest. “No. Blaze, I can’t—”
The words die in my throat the second his hand shoots up and grips my neck. His fingers wrap firmly around my throat, not squeezing hard, but holding me completely still. Before I can even think about protesting again, his mouth crashes down on mine.
My body takes over instantly.
I kiss him back like I’m starving for it. A desperate moan tears out of me and pours straight into his mouth. My hands fly up and fist the front of his shirt, pulling him closer even though my mind is screaming at me to stop.
Blaze groans deep in his chest and presses his entire body against me, grinding his hips forward in one slow, deliberate roll.
I feel it immediately, the thick, hard length of his cock rubbing right against mine through our jeans. The friction is electric. My mind spirals into complete chaos. This is wrong. I shouldn’t be doing this. I’ve never done anything like this before.
People think I’ve slept with all those girls I dated, but the truth is I’ve never even come close.
I’ve never let anyone touch me, never let anyone get this far.
I’m still a virgin in every single way, and now Blaze is grinding his hard cock against me like he owns me, and I can’t stop the way my body is reacting.
He rolls his hips again, harder this time, dragging his erection along mine in a perfect, devastating rhythm.
Pleasure spikes through me so fast and so sharp that my knees almost buckle.
It’s too much. Too quick. My balls draw up tight, my cock throbs painfully inside my trousers, and I try to pull away, try to breathe, try to regain any kind of control, but Blaze tightens his grip on my throat just enough to keep me right there against him.
Another moan rips out of me, louder and needier than the first. My hips jerk forward on their own, chasing the friction. I can’t stop it. I can’t slow it down. The heat, the pressure, the way he kisses me like he’s been dying to do this for weeks, it all crashes together at once.
Then it hits me.
My orgasm slams into me without warning.
My whole body locks up tight as I come hard in my trousers.
Pulse after pulse of hot cum spills out, soaking my boxers and the front of my jeans.
The pleasure is so intense it whites out my vision for a second.
My legs shake violently. A broken, helpless sound escapes my throat as I keep kissing him through it, my hips twitching with every wave.
I’ve never felt anything like this in my life. The shame burns hot in my face, but the overwhelming rush of pleasure keeps ripping through me, leaving me trembling and gasping against his mouth.
The moment the pleasure fades, reality crashes down on me like a bucket of ice water. What the fuck did I just let happen?
I shove Blaze hard in the chest and stumble back a step. Half of me is embarrassed as hell, cheeks burning, while the other half is pure anger.
“I’m not fucking gay!” I snap, shoving him again.
“Dylan…”
“No, fuck you, Blaze!” My voice cracks with panic. “I swear to God, if you touch me again…”
“What?” He steps closer, eyes locked on mine, voice calm but dangerous. “What will you do, Dylan?”
I want to say it. I want to tell him I’ll destroy him. Rip him apart. Cut him up and make sure no one ever finds the body. That’s what I want to spit in his face. But I can’t. No one knows who my father is for a reason, and he wants to keep it that way. No one can suspect me.
Besides, looking at me, small, weak, nothing like the guys who run in his world, no one would believe I could do shit anyway.
“I’m waiting,” Blaze says, still crowding me. “What will you do, Dylan?”
My mind scrambles for anything. “I’ll make Davina well aware that I can’t be here anymore. Not around you. And I guarantee she’ll pick me over this stupid fucking club.” I shove him one last time, hard enough to make him step back, then I rush out of the garage.
My cheeks are still burning with embarrassment. The front of my trousers feels sticky and disgusting. I need to get home right now. I need to clean up the evidence, wash it all away, and somehow… fix this. Whatever the hell “this” even is.
I push through the side door and back into the main club, keeping my head down so no one sees my face.
The music is still pounding, but it feels distant now, like it’s coming from another world.
Lila and Davina are probably still laughing with Echo somewhere.
I don’t look for them. I don’t stop. I just keep walking straight for the exit, heart hammering in my chest the whole way.
Every step reminds me of what just happened. The way Blaze’s hand felt around my throat. The way his body pressed against mine. The way I moaned into his mouth like I couldn’t get enough. And then coming in my pants like some pathetic virgin who couldn’t even last thirty seconds.
Fuck. I’m not gay. I can’t be. I’ve spent years making sure everyone thinks I’m normal, dating girls, keeping up the act, playing the part my father expects. One stupid moment with Blaze and everything feels like it’s cracking apart.
I burst out into the cool night air and suck in a deep breath, trying to steady myself. My hands are shaking. I can still taste him on my lips. I can still feel the ghost of his cock rubbing against mine.
I need to get home. I need to shower and change. Pretend none of this ever happened.
Because if I don’t lock this down right now, everything I’ve built to hide who I really am is going to come crashing down around me.
And I can’t let that happen.