One Step Too Close - Coffin Nails MC Louisiana (Gay Biker Stepbrother Romance) (Sex & Mayhem Book 6) (34 page)

If he hadn’t broken
us apart, I’d have gone to my knees and sucked on your big balls. I love how
heavy they are.

Jed stopped breathing,
and smoke got caught in his throat, making him cough a second later. He curled
his toes at the words when he read them again, shocked by the dirty words.
I
was just gonna jerk you off, but be my guest, I love your wet lips, sucking me
hard. And the stubble, love the stubble.

He waited a few minutes,
reading the exchange over and over again. He half remembered saying that he didn’t
want to leave any electronic trace of what was going on between them, but his
need for Ryder was so intense that he couldn’t care less right now. When the
reply came, he hunched over the phone with his pulse rising.

I’m gonna suck them
hard, until I can’t breathe anymore. I want you to put your cock on my face and
cum on my skin.

Jed sucked in his bottom
lip, getting hard again from just thinking about this. They hadn’t done that
yet, both of them always too greedy to swallow, but now that the image of Ryder
with cum dripping down his cheek got planted in his brain, he was sure he
wanted to see that.
I will, it’s gonna be drizzling down your chest,
dripping all the way to your dick, making you even harder before you fuck me,
Jed wrote, and only realized that his cigarette had dropped to the ground once
he sent the message.

The reply came even
quicker this time, shielding Jed from the cool air.
That’s what you want?
I’m gonna fuck you face up so that you can lick your cum off my face as we
kiss. I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’re gonna forget your name.

“Oh, fuck…” slipped out
of Jed’s lips, and despite sitting on a bench in the cool air, he could almost
taste the cum on his tongue, and his cock was begging for touch. Could he jerk
off at a playground? Would that be very wrong, or just wrong?

He typed as fast as he
could.
Yeah, I want you to drill my ass with your cock. Hold my hands so I
can’t cum again until your cock makes me.

You have the tightest
ass, Jed. I want to just stay in one day and fuck you as many times as I can. I
want to see my cum leaking out of you and have you beg me for more,
wrote back Ryder, and Jed couldn’t answer quick enough.

That’s what I want.
My ass all sticky with your cum. I’d slide my own fingers in, and have you
watch me fuck myself.
Even Jed’s ears went
hot as he wrote that. He’d never done anything like it, but thinking of Ryder’s
cum had him frantic. He loved the taste, even if it was slightly bitter, and he
loved feeling hot spunk inside.

You have no idea how
big my dick is right now under the table. I’ll have you ride me next time
, wrote Ryder.

Me too. I’m so
fucking hard I’m gonna blow any second. I wanna ride you while I’m still sticky
from your last load.
Jed looked around the
empty area and slid his hand into his pants, desperate for a quick jerk-off
even if that meant sticky jeans.

And when you’re not
riding me quick enough, I’m gonna push you on your back and make myself cum
inside you.

Jed pulled his throbbing
cock out and spat on his hand, jerking off like there was no tomorrow, as he
fantasized about pushing himself on Ryder’s dick, riding it like a bitch in
heat. He stifled a groan, but he couldn’t stop panting as he came, and at least
the stress level in his body went down a little.

Just came so fucking
hard,
he wrote frantically.
Thinking of
you. Your ass, your cock, your cum. You. Only you. Always only you.

I might have to go to
the bathroom as soon as Dad lets me off the hook,
wrote Ryder.
Don’t forget who made you cum and wait for
me if you don’t wanna come over.

Jed took a deep breath,
trying to calm down, and he wiped his hand with his T-shirt.
I will. I hope
you cum soon too. Don’t want you having blue balls.

I might have more for
you later. It’s so fucking boring without you now.

Jed tucked his dick back
in and made sure he looked normal.
It’s not fun without you either. Then
again, I was just kinda with you.

Jed savored the pleasant
afterglow when Ryder sent him another message. But this time, it was a picture.
A long, thick cock with the background of a dirty tiled floor. And it was
Ryder’s, no question about it. Jed would recognize it even without the piercing
at the base.
Thinking of you now
, Ryder added as the title.

Jed stared at it with a
smile and had to light himself another cigarette to enjoy the moment. Ryder had
the best of dicks. Thanks to the piercings it had this aggressive look. You
just knew it was a dick that was gonna pound you without mercy. But Ryder had
just the right amount of self-control not to hurt Jed, while still giving it to
him hard when he asked for it. Bliss.

Jed took a big drag of
smoke when he noticed someone approach. His face soured when he saw it was Axe,
and he hid the cell phone in his pocket.

Jed squinted at him.
“Fuck off!” he yelled from afar.

Axe raised his hands and
didn’t turn away, finally approaching the bench with his long hair in disarray.
“Stop being a prima donna.”

“What the fuck can you
want if you think I’m a dirty fag, huh? Like you hadn’t known me for years. If
that’s what you wanna go on about, you can stick it up your ass.”

Axe sat down next to Jed
with his mouth tightly shut. He was silent for a long moment, but eventually,
he raised his hands, only to let them drop. “You’re right. I’ve known you, and
you haven’t tried to fuck me yet, so we’re cool, I suppose.”

Jed sneered at him. “I
don’t like gingers.”

Axe sneered back.
“That’s a fucking relief. Thank you, God.”

Jed took a big drag of
smoke, waiting him out. Fortunately, the orgasm did help, and as much as his
heart started speeding up, it wasn’t half as bad as before. The world didn’t
crumble. The sky didn’t fall.

Axe shook his head.
“There’s a fag VP in Detroit, you know?”

“So what? Am I supposed
to go marry him?”

“I’m just saying that
maybe you should transfer. I mean, I can be okay with a lot of stuff, but don’t
take advantage of your drunk brother. What the actual fuck, Jed? This shit’s
wrong.”

“I was drunk too. He
knows about me, we were just fooling around,” Jed mumbled, hoping to take all
the blame for the incident and minimize the damage.

Axe sighed. “Jed, he’s
gonna go back to Jess, so don’t make this more difficult. They’re gonna have a
baby. You know what’s gonna happen. Yes, she acted like shit, but we both know
he loves her.”

Did they? Ryder said it
wouldn’t be like that. But that was before he found out Jess really was
pregnant with his son. And now Jed was blocking him from having a real family
with the only girl Ryder had ever been with for a longer time. And the
transfer? Would Axe actually want him out? Would everyone want him out? They
were his family, his best friends. He didn’t know what to say, so he took a
trembly breath of smoke.

“This would be for the
better. It would be best for everyone. Don’t pull Ryder into this,” demanded
Axe.

“I’m not pulling him
into anything!” Jed zipped up his hoodie under the vest. But was he really?
What if Ryder was simply too worried about him to leave?

Axe’s phone beeped, and
just two seconds later, Jed’s did too. He picked it up, secretly hoping it
would be a picture of Ryder’s cum, but it was a message from Wolver.

Come back, I’ve got
news.

Jed looked up at Axe,
and they both got up without a word. He had no idea what his relationship with
Axe would be like now, and he wasn’t optimistic. They didn’t share a single
word during the short walk back to the bar, but when they stepped in and Jed
saw Wolver’s smile, he knew this couldn’t be about his and Ryder’s secret being
known to the others.

Ryder gave him a faint
smile from his place at Wolver’s side. Axe quickly sat down across from him,
leaving Jed to sit away from Ryder. And the worst thing was that the longer Jed
thought about it, the more he became convinced that there was a lot of truth to
Axe’s words. If the others found out about Ryder, he’d be shunned from what was
most important to him in the world, the club. It was selfish of Jed to pull him
away from a pregnant Jess and a simpler life just because
he
could only
think of Ryder. Ryder had always been so responsible, always trying to do the
right thing. It made sense for him to try to keep the promise to Jed, no matter
what he actually wanted. It was Jed’s time to step up.

Once they all sat down
and waited for Wolver to speak, the smile on his dad’s face got even wider. “I
know where Toro will be next week. Him and Dana are going down.”

Ryder

Ryder was on pins and
needles. The messages were out there, and so was the picture of his own
very-identifiable cock on Jed’s phone. Axe knew the truth now, and there was no
way to take it all back. Ryder always thought it wasn’t in his nature to do risky
things, and yet there he was, remembering the dirty words on the screen of his
phone and the orgasm they gave him, fueling the lively images in his head.

As much as he liked
talking dirty through messages, he’d been wary to do so with Jed, for obvious reasons,
but the moment Jed stormed off, all alone, Ryder couldn’t help but think of
that moment when he realized Jed wanted to end his life over his sexuality. He
couldn’t just leave him be. Especially not in a new place where he wouldn’t
know how to find him. Ryder forgot about anonymity and flung all the rules out
the window just to make sure Jed was there, on the other side of the screen,
not doing something stupid.

Fifteen minutes after
Ryder’s own climax, he got to see Jed again, but just from the tension on his
face, he knew something was very wrong. Jed wouldn’t even meet his eyes
throughout the evening, and with Axe sticking his nose into their business,
they ended up sleeping in two different rooms that night. Ryder messaged Jed
several times, even tried to call him, but there was no answer.

Ryder once had a
girlfriend who decided that ignoring him would be the best method to get her
way, and that didn’t end well, but Ryder actually wanted to pursue Jed, and
getting ghosted hurt more than he’d like to admit. Especially since Jed was
right there and all of a sudden just treated Ryder like air. With Axe
constantly policing them with his spying eyes, Ryder was pretty sure about who
was at fault, but he couldn’t confront Axe without risking uncomfortable
questions. And he couldn’t confront Jed either, for the same reason.

Ryder hoped the
situation would somehow settle by the next morning, but it only became worse as
the day progressed.

Jed had always loved
road trips, so it was especially strange to see him disgruntled and serious all
day. Ryder figured that Jed had to be stressed over Axe finding out about his
sexuality, but with nothing blowing up in their faces and Axe keeping quiet, it
was strange to have Jed avoid him still. When Ryder tried to make eye contact
during a stop for lunch, Jed actively ignored his gaze. Enough was enough.

Toro would spend the
next few weeks in a luxurious Villa on the Californian coast, so they had a
long way to go. Taking into account everybody’s hangovers after yesterday’s
celebration, and the fact that they wanted Grease and Dark to join them, they’d
only ridden for a few hours and settled in another motel late in the afternoon.
The others would meet them there the next day, so they were free to relax. With
Jed on edge and flinching even when Ryder brushed his hand against him, Ryder
knew just the thing to get Jed to find some peace.

Getting groceries and a
few beers seemed like the perfect moment to speak to Jed in private, and Ryder
volunteered them to do the job despite Jed’s grumbled protest. Ryder needed to
act quickly, because Axe wouldn’t be away forever, and if he got wind of them
going off alone, he’d most likely try to meddle again.

“Come on, let’s go,”
said Ryder, nodding at the door. After the constant rejection of the last twenty-four
hours, just sensing Jed’s warmth close-by was enough to put him on edge.

“I’m coming.” Jed rolled
his eyes and put his hands in his pockets on the way to his bike, as if he were
afraid to accidentally touch Ryder... and what, have him catch
the gay
?
It wasn’t just making Ryder unhappy either. Jed’s body language was triggering
anger, a need to grab his shoulders and shake him. Or even better, to fuck the
attitude out of him, look under the surface of the wall around him until he
could once again see all the emotion painted on Jed’s face as he orgasmed, all
pliant and open.

“Stop giving me that
attitude, or I’m gonna spank it out of your bratty ass,” growled Ryder as they
rushed down the corridor.

Jed looked back at him
as he got on his bike, and there was finally a crack in his icy demeanor. His
mouth twitched, freezing in a strange grimace. “Let’s just go and get this over
with,” he said, but when their eyes finally met, it was almost like feeling Jed
lick the tip of his cock. The tension was palpable, hot and unrelenting.

Ryder’s lungs emptied,
and he stared into Jed’s brilliant eyes, completely captivated.
Get this
over with?
What exactly? The shopping?

He nodded and quickly
started the engine of his bike. The two of them really needed some time off to
talk and chill out, and he’d found just the right place during a brief search
online. In the pictures, the place seemed perfectly conspicuous, and it had
just the right facilities for them to let off some steam. All they needed to do
was switch off their phones once they got there.

“You know where to go?”
Jed asked as he put on his helmet. Ryder loved the contrast in how rugged Jed
could be on a bike, yet how sweetly he could smile between the sheets. The
latter was only for Ryder to see. Only he knew that vulnerable part of Jed’s
personality.

Ryder took a deep breath
and nodded, leading the way out of the parking lot by the motel. They were
lucky to be on the right side of town, and after a twenty-minute drive, they
pulled out of the main road and parked in a row of cars at the back of a gray
block-like building Ryder recognized as the venue he’d chosen. His heartbeat
sped up the moment he placed his foot on the asphalt. It was the middle of the
day, but as the faint light of a lamp on the other side of the alley caught the
patch at the back of Jed’s vest, Ryder swiftly took off his cut. This was it.
He was gradually breaking all the rules he’d followed to stay on the right
track, but now that he had Jed at his side, he felt fearless. Like all those
preconceptions didn’t matter anymore. When he looked at Jed, all he wanted was
to pull him against his chest and never let go, even if he were to be burned
for it.

Jed pushed his kickstand
in place and frowned at him, looking around the alley. He didn’t know it yet,
but he was in for a treat. “Where’s the store?”

Ryder let out a long
breath. “I’m not discussing this in a fucking supermarket. Take off the cut.”

“Discussing what?” Jed
asked, but at least he followed the order without question.

Ryder swallowed hard,
but he couldn’t find the right words to answer, and so he turned on his heel
and walked along the parked vehicles, toward the bright lights of the street.
Only now that he was getting close to taking the step into a new kind of life,
he was getting sweaty hands and soft knees.

He didn’t want to turn
around and show Jed that he was nervous over meeting a reality he’d dreaded to
face for years. Fortunately, Jed’s steps were loud behind him, and no more
questions were being asked. It was nice to know that even with this weird
atmosphere between them, Jed would still follow his lead.

The entrance was
perfectly nondescript, without any billboards or colorful neons over the double
doors. Just a buzzer on a gray facade. Ryder was walking up to it when the door
opened, and a couple of young men stumbled outside, laughing and talking in
Spanish. Ryder grabbed the door and his eyes settled on Jed once the men
reached the street. He gestured inside, waiting for Jed to step in first.

Jed groaned and spread
his arms at Ryder in question, but then walked in, shaking his head. Ryder
loved watching Jed’s back with the patches on the cut, but his shoulders looked
just as nice under the simple white T-shirt he had on now.

They entered a small
room with a wall of posters and adverts next to a barred window with a burly
elderly guy sitting next to a television screen. He looked at them from beneath
bushy eyebrows, and Ryder stepped forward, already knowing what he wanted from
the menu. He gasped and looked back at Jed. “I need your driver’s licence,” he
said as he pulled out his own wallet. Jed regarded him in silence, but in the
end, he handed the document over, and Ryder approached the window.

“We’ll have two
single-day memberships and a double room,” he said, pushing their IDs toward
the cashier.

Jed’s head snapped his
way with widening eyes and a question in them.

The receptionist must
have noticed it as well, because he raised his eyebrows, even though his tone
remained neutral. “Each visitor needs his own room or locker,” he said, typing
something into the computer as he looked at the licences. Ryder had shivers
going down his spine as he watched his name being transferred into the
computer, but it wasn’t like any of his brothers would be looking for his or
Jed’s traces in a place for gay men. He was safe. Privacy was important to this
company, otherwise they wouldn’t have a chain of clubs all over the country.

“Okay, then also a
locker,” said Ryder, desperately trying to keep his voice from rising. He
squeezed his hand inside his pocket so hard it hurt. There were the dreaded
rainbow patterns all over the posters next to him. Would Jed freak out if he
noticed? He was definitely looking around with a deepening frown. The lost boy
look was cute on him, but Ryder didn’t want Jed to actually feel insecure.

“Whatever he says,” Jed
mumbled, eyeing his ID in the hands of the anonymous old man.

The receptionist laughed
and passed Ryder two keys, along with their IDs. “First time here?”

Ryder nodded and accepted
two white towels as well, clawing his fingers into the stiff fabric.

“They are optional, but
use them if you’re sitting at the bar inside. The lockers are on the left, the
rooms on the right past the entrance. It’s not too busy today, so you shouldn’t
have any trouble finding a nice spot at the Jacuzzi after you’re done
undressing. There are some snacks in vending machines and simple food at the
bar, if you two need to refuel before another go.”

Ryder nodded and put the
money on the counter, feeling slightly dazed. “Sure.”

The receptionist nodded
at the white door, and as soon as Ryder touched it, it opened with a quiet
buzz, letting him into a narrow corridor illuminated by purple glow. The light
inside was dimmed, a bit like that of an energy-saving lightbulb before it
reaches maximum brightness. It was just dark enough to make him feel as if he’d
stepped into another kind of reality, away from bright sunlight or halogen
lighting that was now so prevalent. A reality where men could fuck openly and
no one judged them for it. Ryder swallowed, already sensing a ghost of chlorine
in the air that pulsed with an electronic beat coming from the innards of the
club. Jed stepped closer, and despite the nerves, it was nice to sense the heat
of his body.

“What the fuck is this?
A rave at the pool? This is not funny,” Jed muttered, accepting his licence
back. With the force behind his voice, it seemed he’d been holding back his
anger for some time.

Ryder grabbed his wrist
and pulled him along, following a sign for the private rooms. The echo of
ambient music and hollow gasps trembled down their backs as they passed a few
corridors, with a set of rooms on each side. Theirs was in the last one, at the
very end. Ryder didn’t even want to bother trying to find the locker, as they
wouldn’t be using it anyway.

Ryder sped up, intent to
just lock the door and be alone with Jed, to finally hold him and wipe that
sneer off his face. His legs stiffened when he passed an open door, and all of
a sudden, a handsome man stepped to the open doorframe and waved at them to
come in, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Blood rushed to
Ryder’s cheeks, but Jed’s touch brought him back to reality. He clung to
Ryder’s arm, his face tense, eyes wide. “Ryder?”

Ryder hadn’t seen Jed
like this since they were kids, and it opened a whole new level of tenderness
in his heart. He shook his head at the guy, even though he couldn’t help but
let his gaze linger on the long, dark cock. There was a rhythmic thudding
somewhere close, like a bedframe hitting the wall, and he quickly unlocked
their room, eager to be somewhere private. He rushed inside and shut the door,
leaving them in complete darkness. There were no windows here, and he breathed
in the faint scent of disinfectant and a ghost of cologne, mixed with their own
sweat.

Jed was patting the
wall, probably looking for a light switch as electronic beats drummed from over
their heads. “What is this place? Fuck, fuck. Is this a gay brothel? Are you
dumping me in a fucking gay brothel?” he asked in a choked voice.

Ryder’s mind came to a
standstill. “What? What the fuck are you talking about?” he uttered, grabbing
at air until he touched Jed’s arm in the darkness.

“I mean… I get it.” Jed
flinched away from the touch, to Ryder’s frustration. “I wanted to talk about
stuff too when the time was right, but you don’t have to take me to some
strange gay place. I’ll be fine on my own. I don’t need to be coddled!”

“Well, I don’t fucking
get it!” Ryder pulled back, now grateful the light wasn’t on, and he didn’t
have to think about keeping his face under control at all times so that Jed
wouldn’t stop seeing him as his anchor. “What the fuck are you on about? And
why didn’t you pick up my calls. What are we? Twelve?”