One Step Too Close - Coffin Nails MC Louisiana (Gay Biker Stepbrother Romance) (Sex & Mayhem Book 6) (21 page)

Jed grinned even wider
and kept stroking Ryder’s ass like he had just as much right to it as Ryder had
to Jed’s. And he kinda did. But on the other hand, Max had told Ryder that some
gay guys didn’t like to both top and bottom, which meant that he shouldn’t
really
have to
go for it if he didn’t want to. Ryder was still slightly
queasy about the idea, but maybe it was just because he’d never considered it
an option.

“It is. I’m sore, but I
still want a go at it.” Jed arched up for a kiss.

Ryder smiled and kissed
the side of Jed’s neck. “Maybe you should check out my favorites folder. The
one labeled ‘baseball’. Jess hated baseball.” And almost all the recent entries
to the secret porn catalogue were gay-themed.

That got Jed instantly
distracted, and he took his hand off Ryder’s ass to get it back on the
keyboard. He opened the folder with wide eyes and biting on his lip. Ryder
wasn’t embarrassed about anything Jed could possibly find, as he wasn’t into
any weird shit. Nice blowjobs, kissing, ass pounding was all he needed in his
life. Most of his favourites happened to involve guys with long hair though.

Jed double-clicked one
of the links, and as the guys started fucking on screen without much foreplay,
he didn’t say a word, just watched without blinking. Ryder could swear Jed
stopped breathing, and inhaled the porn instead.

Ryder chewed on his lip
and gently tickled Jed’s hand, urging it away from the touchpad. There was
something else he wanted to show him. The short movie depicted two guys on a
camping trip in the woods. Quite well filmed, it featured a scruffy,
long-haired man who Ryder found unbearably attractive. After a montage of
scenes that showed the couple preparing food and walking through the forest,
they had passionate sex by the fire, which got harder and more intense as the
film progressed. By the time the bottom came so hard sperm splashed on his
neck, Ryder himself was hard.

Jed pushed his hand into
his hair, completely mesmerized, squeezing himself through his jeans with his
other hand. “So fucking hot… And they’re just going for it. Not bottling it up
like I was.” It wasn’t said in a light manner, Jed seemed to be affected by it.
His face was flushed but also tense.

Ryder walked behind him
and pushed his hand against Jed’s crotch. “I think you need help with that,” he
whispered, marveling at how good it felt to hold another cock. Another set of
balls.

Jed gasped and pushed
back into him. He arched back for a kiss, and pushed ‘replay’ on the video.

Ryder

The sharp, deviously
intoxicating sound of Jed’s piss hitting the toilet had Ryder grunting quietly.
He had said that he wouldn’t let Jed out of his sight, and he meant every word.
Ignoring all the stupid comments from other club members, he bound his hand to
Jed’s with a pair of leg cuffs, as they had a long enough chain. That meant he
would follow Jed anywhere, including the restroom, and he found he was enjoying
it a bit too much. The toilet by the kitchenette was small and cramped, with a
ceiling that forced him to slightly bow his head over Jed’s shoulder.

“This is so wrong,” Jed
said, but the humor in his voice betrayed that he didn’t mind. Ryder had seen
Jed’s dick many times before, yet he didn’t recall actually watching him in so
much detail when Jed pissed. Even Jed’s pubes were dark blond, but they were
trimmed, a good background for the well-sized cock. Jed was more of a grower,
but he was still a pleasure to look at, and staring only reminded Ryder of how
he’d jerked off Jed in the morning when he’d been much bigger and erect. Good
times.

“Is it?” he teased,
watching the clear stream of liquid.

“It is, you creep. I’m
gonna do that to you next time I get a chance.”

Ryder smirked and poked
Jed with his nose. “Who said I’m gonna be against it?”

Jed shook off the last
drop and tucked his dick back into his pants, but instead of leaving, he turned
around and gave Ryder a lazy kiss that had his adrenaline spiking. Sure, the
door was locked, but Axe, Dark, and their dad were right outside. Wolver had called
everyone for church, and Ryder knew that there would be hard talk, so this
little bit of tenderness was just what he needed.

“Now flush it and wash
your hands,” Ryder murmured into Jed’s lips.

Jed snorted and broke
the kiss to take the one step to the sink that looked dirtier than Jed’s hands.
“Yes,
Mom
.”

“Talk dirty to me,” said
Ryder and gave Jed’s ass a pat.

But that was it for
tenderness. Once Jed had washed his hands and they walked out, there would be
no touching. He knew that would be the case, yet it still felt odd. With any girlfriend
he’d had, Ryder could always hug, hold hands, or hold an arm over their
shoulders.

Axe whistled as he saw
them come out. “You two got hitched?” He laughed and pointed to the cuffs.

“I always liked unusual
jewelry,” said Ryder and nodded at Wolver, who caught his gaze from the chair
in the corner.

“What did he do?” he
asked.

Ryder looked at Jed,
swallowing hard when he remembered the overwhelming fear of last night. “He
knows what he did.”

Jed groaned and looked
away, to Axe’s loud laughter.

Wolver eyed them for a
longer moment. “You’ve been good lately, Jed. Don’t fuck it up with drugs.”

“I won’t…” Jed rubbed
his forehead with his free hand.

“Oh, come on. He’s not a
baby,” grumbled Dark, sipping his beer.

“He must like it,” said
Axe, his eyes looking around for approval of his joke, but when he found none,
he slumped on the couch. “Tough crowd.”

Despite being cuffed,
Jed was the one to lead the way to church and pulled on the chain between them.
Ryder sighed, knowing the cuffs were getting on Jed’s nerves, but this was the
only way to ensure he wouldn’t try to kill himself again. Or even if the threat
had been subdued, it helped Ryder with his nerves. The thought that Jed could
have lied and still felt suicidal, that he only waited for the right moment to
disappear, had Ryder on the edge all morning.

All the members followed
suit, including a very happy Grease, for whom it would be the first time taking
part in a members-only discussion. Wolver stretched his knuckles and leaned
back in his chair, looking at the beat-up wood of the table, with the metal
centerpiece depicting the club logo.

“There’s a few things I
want to talk about. Some of you already know the Man from Colombia is coming to
town, because they took part in negotiations, but now that things are fixed,
there are matters we need to discuss.”

A few of the members
straightened up, their eyes on their president.

Wolver went on. “Our
finances have gone to shit, and no amount of recaptured beer or vodka is gonna
help with that. Ryder and I have come up with a quick fix solution, which he
will talk about later, but what I need you all to know, is that the club needs
to come first in your life. It is yours. If you fucking leeches drain it to the
bone, there won’t be anything left. Brain has been going over the numbers, and
we hardly have enough to pay the bills this month, let alone fund booze for
hangarounds.”

“Well, what do you want
us to do? Find jobs in town? Pay the club tax?” asked Dark, looking away when
Ryder tried to catch his gaze.

“That isn’t part of the
plan, but if that’s how far you’re willing to go, I’m sure everyone here will
appreciate it,” said Ryder.

Wolver shook his head at
Dark. “I want you to be more mindful, because when the Colombian comes, he is
expecting to see a thriving enterprise, not a dump.”

Ryder shrugged. “He
knows of the Coffin Nails, and he’s expecting no less of us than he’d expect
from the Californians.”

“What’s the cargo he
wants?” asked Mikey.

Ryder caught Wolver’s
gaze, and then looked at the others. “As you know, those rocket launchers have been
gathering dust for a few years now. We don’t use them. We’re probably never
gonna use them. They’re big, heavy, and not very useful when you drive a bike.”
He was relieved to hear laughter. “The Colombian wants them, and possibly he
could be tempted into buying the tank as well.”

Axe’s jaw dropped open,
just as Ryder expected, and he was anticipating a tantrum. “No! We have not
discussed this! We’ve used the tank before! And it’s… I love that fucking tank.
You can’t just sell it!”

“It’s not
your
tank. It’s club property,” Jed said, but Ryder believed it could be just a dig
at Axe after the stupid jokes he’d made before.

“You wouldn’t be saying
that if this was about your jock-bike.” Axe squeezed his massive fists on the
table.

“Oh, yeah? I actually
sold it. There’s more important shit than
stuff
.” Jed sneered at Axe,
and they began eye-punching each other.

Ryder’s mouth went dry.
Why was he being constantly bombarded with reminders of yesterday? But Jed’s
declaration earned him many content hums at the table.

“It wasn’t club property
though. Are you saying you’ll donate what you got for it to the club?” asked
Bert.

“I already did!” Jed
snapped, even though Ryder knew it couldn’t be true. “How do you think I paid
for Ryder’s party?”

That seemed to put
everyone at ease, even Wolver, who gave a nod that spoke of appreciation.
“Really? You sold your bike for Ryder? I didn’t expect that.”

“Anyway, back to the
tank,” said Ryder, trying to take everyone’s attention off Jed’s blatant lies
before someone remembered that Jed won a lot of money gambling. Axe’s eyes
turned into slits, and it almost felt as if there was electricity gathering in
the air around him. Ryder half-expected the red mane to rise, creating a halo
around Axe’s head.

“No,” hissed Axe.

“Oh, come on,” growled
Mikey, hitting his fist against the table. “All you use it for is bringing
chicks there and fucking them.”

“Most of the time
inside,” added Brain, as if it made Axe’s crime even bigger. “Keeping all the
goodies to yourself.”

“It’s a tank, not a
brothel,” finished Bert.

Axe was getting more
agitated by the second. “You’re just jealous fuckers, ‘cause all the girls know
that if they wanna experience sex in a tank, they come to me. And it’s not a
brothel if no one’s getting paid. I sure as fuck am not charging for
admission.”

Wolver let out a long
groan. “We don’t even know if the Colombian will take it. But, just to be
clear, I’m looking for a buyer anyway. When the time comes, we
will
vote
on this, as the tank is club property. You’re more than welcome to buy it, Axe.
I’m fine with you keeping it on club grounds.”

That shut Axe up, and he
slid down the back of his seat with his lips tightly closed and his arms
crossed.

Ryder shook his head.
“None of us could afford it. We’re all only as strong as the club is. On our
own, each of us is just another deadbeat fucker, hustling for cash. But
together, we are the Coffin Nails, and we can have a tank and so much more.
Respect, chicks, booze, parties, even a motherfuckin’ helicopter. But to have
this, we need to work together. Even if we need to sell the tank now, better
times will come, and we’ll get two tanks if we want to. One for driving around,
the other just for fucking. But not now.”

The men were silent for
a moment, and Ryder felt a flush creeping up his neck. He needed to rile them
up for the new plans he and Wolver had discussed, but no words were coming to
him.

Axe sighed. “The one for
fucking needs to be drivable as well. Chicks love that shit.”

Ryder laughed and rubbed
his eyes. “Yes, Axe, it will drive.”

“You know what we should
get?” asked Grease, finally breaking the silence at his first church. “A Jet
Ski.”

Bert lit himself a
cigarette and looked at him with a straight face. “Great idea. We could parade
in front of the California chapter’s clubhouse. Sure, they have the fortress
with a private beach, the giant outdoor Jacuzzi, but here we come unexpected:
on water bikes.”

Ryder was not impressed
with the change of topic, but everyone else burst out laughing so hard they
couldn’t talk. Even Axe, who seemed gloomy before, couldn’t hold back laughter.

Dark wiped tears from
his eyes. “Why not Segways?”

Another storm of
laughter rolled through the room.

“Yes, there’s nothing
that speaks
outlaw
more than an army of Segways,” said Brain. “Or better
yet: with a squadron of drones serving as scouts.”

Wolver kept trying to
say something, but every time, he ended up breaking into laughter.

Ryder sighed, watching
Grease sink underneath the table. “Now that that’s out of the way, I think we
should talk about other stuff we could do. Those rocket launchers aren’t worth
as much as they used to be.”

Bert shook his head as
the last of the laughter slowly died down. “Well, I’m not selling fucking
lemonade. I’m too old for that shit.”

Wolver slammed his palm
against the table. “We’re not talking about a bake sale. We’re talking business
here. We agreed last year that drugs are too much heat, and that we don’t want
to engage in muling. If none of you want to end up being forced to do that, we
need to have another money maker. Ryder?”

Ryder was grateful for
the return of serious talk, and he took a deep breath before looking around to
make sure he had everyone’s attention. “Unregistered guns. I know of a dealer.”

“That sounds much better.
How much is he paying?” asked Bert, and Ryder already knew it would be a tight
discussion.

“Proportionally to the
size of the cargo.”

Dark leaned back. “It’s
bite-sized runs you’re talking about?”

Ryder briefly looked at
Wolver and nodded. “They’re quite profitable. Just the thing we need to quickly
boost our budget.”

Jed sighed. “Between all
of us, bike maintenance, gas, motels, food on the way, would we be even making
more than minimum wage?”

A few of the guys
nodded, and Ryder couldn’t believe that it was Jed out of all people to be
saying this. After fucking Ryder four times in the last twenty-four hours?
After being saved from imminent death? That was how he was repaying Ryder?

He kept his thoughts to
himself, but it was hard not to express himself fully with that lazy bum
sitting right next to him. “Even minimum wage would be something, considering
we’re not making anything.”

Dark snorted. “Why
bother? Might as well be flipping burgers.”

“But when the deal with
the Colombian comes through, we will be loaded. How soon is he coming?”

Wolver let out a long
sigh. “Three days”

Dark spread his arms in
the I-told-you-so fashion. “We’re not starving yet, and within a few days,
money will be there. Those small runs with a few guns and an odd hand grenade are
way too much hassle with a business like that on the horizon.”

“Yeah!” Grease sat up
straight. “I wanna do something big! Some real badass shit.”

Mikey snorted. “On a Jet
Ski.”

The moment everyone
started laughing again, Ryder wanted to howl in frustration. How were they to
organize a run with everyone joking around? There was a time for everything,
and this was not a time for jokes.

It seemed that Wolver
thought the same, because he slammed his fist against the table once more. “For
fuck’s sake! I can see all of you are happy as you are. Think this through, and
we’ll talk again after the meeting with the Colombian. And no one wreck the
place before he comes. Anyone else got any business?”