Blaze POV
I’m not doing it.
Okay… I am.
My plan was never to walk away from Dylan.
It was to give him space. I want him to sit with everything that happened between us.
I want him to replay every second of me fucking him, every degrading word I whispered in his ear, every time he begged.
And when he realises I’ve stopped chasing him, he’ll come crawling back to me.
At least… that’s what I keep telling myself.
It’s been over a week now and he hasn’t shown up at the club once. Not a single message. Nothing. I’m starting to wonder if backing off was the dumbest fucking move I’ve ever made.
“You heard from him?” I finally ask Siren. I’ve been trying not to, but I can’t hold it in anymore.
“Yeah, he’s been messaging me updates.”
“That’s it? No mention of me at all?”
Siren raises an eyebrow. “Should he be mentioning you, Blaze?”
Yes. Yes, he fucking should.
“Goddammit,” I mutter, dragging a hand down my face. “I thought if I gave him space he’d realise what he’s missing and come back. He let me fuck him. Repeatedly. He let me degrade him, he begged for it, and then decided ‘I’m not gay’ was a solid response. So yeah, I gave him space so he’d see me.”
Siren laughs. “You realise you just made yourself sound like a walking red flag, right?”
“No. I’m a fucking fire alarm, Siren. And he’s ignored every warning sound, so I hope he’s ready for me to burn his whole life down to the ground.”
She sighs and nods. “Well… he’s engaged.”
“Ghost, I need a body handled,” I call out.
Ghost laughs from across the room.
“You can’t kill her,” Siren chuckles. “Look, he’s coming by tonight. I wanted to meet her, so play nice, okay?”
Play nice? “I’m going to fuck her.”
Titan walks past and grins. “Fucking hell Blaze, you’re gay. Let me have this one.”
I turn and look at him. “You already fucked his last girlfriend, remember?” I can get hard for women. I don’t enjoy it, but to fuck with Dylan’s head? It would be worth it.
“No, you know what? I’m ignoring him. I’m going to act like he doesn’t even exist.”
Siren laughs. “Yeah, let’s see how long that lasts.”
It will last. I’m not doing this. I’m not.
An hour later the door opens and he walks in.
I stare. He's wearing a crisp black suit that fits him perfectly. I wait, watching the door, but no one follows him inside.
He walks straight over, smiles at me, then turns that same smile on Siren.
Nope. Not doing it.
I stand up without a word and walk away.
“Blaze.”
I don’t even answer. I sit down next to Ghost, who chuckles under his breath. “Damn, he looks a little hurt.”
“Only a little? Not enough then.”
I sit there drinking, trying to focus on anything else.
“He keeps looking over,” Ghost mutters.
“I’m not doing it.” I lean back in my seat. I can wait. I’m patient. Okay, I’m not patient, but I’m damn well trying to be.
For an hour I sit and drink, but I have to. I look over and Dylan is leaning in close to Titan, talking quietly. My whole body goes still.
Knox laughs beside me. “You just realised they’ve been close for ages.”
“Titan isn’t gay,” I snap.
“Titan’s a whore,” Knox replies. “A hole is a hole. Man, woman, doesn’t matter to him.”
No.
I refuse to let that happen.
My body moves on instinct, ready to storm over there and rip Dylan away from Titan, but Knox’s hand clamps down hard on my shoulder, stopping me.
“Think about this,” he says calmly. “You walk over there and push between them, he fucking wins. He’s not about to fuck Titan. He barely even lets you fuck him.”
He’s right. I know he’s right. But sitting here watching it is killing me.
“I’m going to Sin,” I mutter, standing up. “Fuck it.”
I’m probably not fucking anyone there, but I need to move. If I interrupt them now, he wins. He wins because I’m the one who couldn’t handle watching. Let him sit with that shit on his own.
I grab my jacket and head for the door, but Knox stops me again.
“Running is him winning, brother.”
“Who said I’m running?” I snap. “I’m going to Sin, I’m going to have a drink, see which regulars are around, tie one down and fuck them senseless.”
Okay, I won’t. But they don’t need to know that.
“Have fun then,” Knox says with a knowing laugh.
I push through the crowd, jaw tight, but I stop dead when my eyes land on them again. Titan is leaning in close to Dylan, saying something that makes him smile. Titan catches my eye and smirks like the smug bastard he is. Dylan looks straight at me, waiting, almost daring me to do something.
I tilt my head and smirk right back at him. Then I look at Titan.
“Little tip,” I say loud enough for both of them to hear, “when you’re railing him later, remind him how hard you fucked his ex. That shit will get him off real quick.”
Dylan’s mouth drops open in shock.
I turn and walk out without another word, the image of his stunned face burned into my mind. Yeah, fuck you for trying to manipulate me into coming to you.
I climb onto my bike, pull on my helmet, and kick the engine to life. The roar cuts through the night as I pull away from the clubhouse.
I ride through the streets, forcing myself not to think about Dylan. I can’t let him distract me. I can’t let him keep pulling me into his bullshit. He wants to play games? Fine. I can play them too.
I pull up outside Sin, kill the engine, and head inside. I walk to the bar, order a drink, and slide into a booth. I lean back and let out a long breath.
This is better. No Dylan. No mind games. Just me, a drink, and some space to breathe.
I start to relax for the first time all night.
“Hey.”
I look up and see Tom standing there, gesturing to the seat across from me.
“Sure, sit.” He slides in and leans back with his own drink.
“Not your usual night?” he asks.
“No. Just needed a change of scenery.”
Tom laughs. “Bikers not good enough tonight?”
The guys aren’t the problem. It’s the one guest we have.
“Something like that,” I lie, taking a slow sip of my drink. I'm not into playing games, not manipulation ones. Now ones where Dylan is trying to bait me into reacting when all he will do after is shout, I'm not gay.
“How long are you here for tonight?” Tom asks, sipping his drink.
“Not long,” I reply, my voice flat.
I doubt I’ll even stay that long. Dylan probably left pretty quickly after I didn’t jump in between him and Titan. Or at the very least, he would’ve stepped back and aborted whatever stupid plan he had to make me jealous and pull my attention.
We sit and talk for a while, but my mind is somewhere else. A few of the brothers from the club come in, some guys and couples, but none of them really speak. They just grab drinks, find seats, or disappear into the private rooms.
Tom leans in closer, smiling at me, clearly trying to flirt.
I’m not in the mood. Not tonight. Not after Dylan.
All I can picture is him standing way too close to Titan, the way he was flirting with him like it was nothing.
Dylan. Fucking flirting. With a guy. After all the times he’s screamed that he’s not gay.
The door opens again.
I glance up and freeze when I see Titan walk in. Of course he came here. But then my stomach drops hard as Dylan follows right behind him.
Is this a fucking joke?
I glare at Dylan, but he just smiles softly and stays close to Titan’s side. What the fuck is he up to?
My eyes track their every movement as they walk to the bar. Titan leans in and whispers something in Dylan’s ear. Dylan smirks back at him, looking far too comfortable. My hands fist tightly on the table, nails digging into my palms.
Titan laughs at something Dylan says, then stands up and walks over to the booking desk.
He’s not getting a fucking room.
Dylan didn’t agree to that. There’s no way.
My jaw clenches so hard it hurts. Tom is still trying to talk to me, but I can’t even hear him anymore. All I can focus on is the two of them.
This is bullshit. I came here to get away from him, to stop myself from reacting, and now he’s followed me here with Titan just to fuck with my head.
And the worst part is, it’s working.
I can’t fucking take it anymore. I stand up and walk straight over, stopping right beside Titan at the booking desk. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Getting the key to my private room,” he says casually. “Having a little fun.”
“You’re not even fucking gay,” I snarl, my voice low and tight.
Titan turns to me with that smug fucking grin. “Hey, Blaze… a hole is a hole to a whore like me. What’s wrong? Getting jealous that you’re not the only guy who wants to rail him hard and make him beg?”
My nails dig into my palms so hard I can feel them breaking skin. “You don’t fuck guys.”
“I’m a whore, Blaze. Hello?” He laughs like it’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard. “Look at me.”
“Sure you are,” I snap. “But you’re aware he’s using you, right? He won’t actually let you touch him once you get him in that room.”
Titan smirks, eyes gleaming with amusement. “There’s always a small chance he will. And watching you squirm like this? Even better.” He winks at me and chuckles.
No. He’s not doing this. There’s no fucking way I’m letting him take Dylan into one of those rooms.
“He won’t even go in there with you,” I growl. “Guarantee it.”
“Oh, but he will. Watch.”
Titan grabs the key and walks back to Dylan. I stand there frozen as they head up the stairs together.
“Don’t do it,” Giggles mutters as he stops beside me.
“I’m fucking not.”
He giggles. “Oh, but you are. I can see it all over your face. The real question is… do you do it before they lock the door, or after, when you’ll have no idea what’s happening inside?”
Fuck.
I move before I can think, storming up the stairs two at a time. By the time I reach the hallway, Dylan is stepping into the room with Titan right behind him. Titan starts closing the door.
This isn’t fucking happening.
I lunge forward and jam my foot in the door just as it’s about to shut.
“Issue, brother?” Titan asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah. Move.” I shove him hard and push past him into the room, my eyes locked on Dylan. “You think this is a fucking game?”
Dylan turns to me, calm as ever. “Oh, are you speaking to me now?”
“I’ll do more than fucking speak in a moment,” I growl, stepping closer until I’m towering over him. “Move.”
His head tilts slightly and he smirks. “Make me.”
Titan whistles behind me. “Damn, he has a death wish. I mean, I’m a sadistic prick, but Blaze… he’s off the charts.”
I turn and glare at Titan. “You’re not a sadist, you’re just a cunt.”
I grab Dylan’s shirt, drag him out of the room, and don’t let go until I’ve unlocked the door to my own private room and shoved him inside. The door slams shut behind us.
He’s not going anywhere with anyone else tonight, not while I’m still breathing.
I lock the door with a loud click, then spin around to face him.
“Titan?” I snarl, stepping closer.
“We were just talking,” Dylan says quickly.
“Oh, because you’re not gay, right?” I keep advancing until his back hits the wall. I don’t stop until my body is pressed flush against his, crowding him completely.
“You sound jealous.”He leans in, voice low and breathy. “All I was doing was talking to him.”
“In a fucking bondage club? In his private room?”
He shrugs, trying to look unbothered. “Not all of us are sexual deviants, Blaze.”
That does it.
I move fast, pinning him harder against the wall with my body. I grab his thighs and lift him off the ground, forcing his legs around my waist. My hips grind forward, pressing my hard cock right against his. He moans instantly, the sound going straight to my dick.
Grabbing both his wrists in one hand, I slam them above his head, trapping him completely.
“Did you like that?” I growl against his ear, rolling my hips again, slow and deliberate. “Titan touching you? Treating you like some worthless hole to use and fill?” I grind harder, watching his face. “Bet you were fucking begging for it, weren’t you?”
His back arches, a broken whimper slipping out. “B-Blaze… s-stop…”
There it is. That fucking stutter.
“Did you stutter like that for him?” I grind my cock against his again, feeling how hard he is. “Did you moan so pretty for him too?”
“I… I’m going to…”
“Cum?” I smirk, grinding harder and faster. “Go on then. I’m not stopping until everyone downstairs knows exactly who you belong to. So when we go back down, they’ll all see it, see what I did to you. Not Titan.”
I roll my hips in filthy circles, pressing right against his cock through our clothes. His head falls back against the wall, a loud moan tearing out of him as his hips start jerking, desperately chasing the friction.
He comes hard.
His whole body shakes as the wet heat spreads across the front of his trousers. He looks wrecked, flushed and panting his eyes glassy.
“Fuck,” I mutter, staring at the obvious wet patch. “We’re leaving. Now.”
I can’t fuck him here. Not in this room. I’d go too far, and I’m not sure how far he’s actually willing to go yet. Until I know his real limits, I’m not using this place.
“We’re going back to yours,” I say, setting him down but keeping him close. “Or has your fiancé already moved in?”
Dylan stares up at me, eyes wide, still breathing hard, cum staining the front of his expensive trousers.
He doesn’t answer.
Good.