One Step Too Close - Coffin Nails MC Louisiana (Gay Biker Stepbrother Romance) (Sex & Mayhem Book 6) (38 page)

“I wish there could be
two of you, so you could fuck me at the same time.” Jed’s voice was raspy as he
kept the steady, insistent rocking back and forth.

“No, I want you to focus
on me, not on a cock up your ass,” growled Ryder, pushing his hips back to meet
Jed’s. He loved how Jed’s pubes tickled his balls every time he moved forward,
just one more reminder of where Ryder was and with whom.

Jed tightened his grip
on Ryder’s cock. “Fuck yeah. You’re gonna fucking fly once you let go. Let me
know if it’s too much.” His fingers dug into Ryder’s hips, and Jed took it up a
notch with his thrusts, picking up speed and slapping his hips against Ryder’s
ass each time.

There was a strange
pressure building up inside Ryder, and it made his cock throb and stiffen. He
got to his elbows again and put his face against his hands, focusing on the
firm hands holding him still and the steady thrusts. It wasn’t emasculating at
all. People knew shit. If anything, as the pain went away, leaving only
pressure and heat, he was starting to feel as if all and any shackles that kept
him from enjoying a cock up his ass were slowly melting away.

“It’s not too much,” he
uttered, spreading his thighs wider as the hot pressure tugged on his dick with
the change of position.

Jed groaned in pleasure
and started a quick rhythm for jerking Ryder off, gripping his dick in a firm
grip, his big hand nothing like a girl’s. At the same time his other hand kept
roaming over Ryder’s buttock and squeezing it as the fucking became faster,
rougher, and more to the point. The vision of Jed coming all over Ryder’s ass
popped up in Ryder’s brain again, only causing arousal to rush through his
veins.

Ryder gasped and pushed
Jed’s hand away from his cock. He wanted it somewhere else, somewhere it could
grab him harder, leave bruises that Ryder would only discover once the
excitement faded. He couldn’t even bother being still anymore, curling up and
arching against the dick that moved inside him in quick, powerful strokes. He
was melting with warmth that spread out all over his body, radiating an intense
pleasure every time Jed’s cock dragged over a place that made Ryder’s balls
pull closer to his body.

“Fuck... you hot
sonofabitch.”

Jed bent over Ryder and
bit into his shoulder, never stopping his thrusts. His wet hair tickled Ryder’s
skin, making him hyperaware of every touch. “Yeah? You like it? You like the
thought of my thick cock up there? You gonna milk me dry?”

Ryder nodded, twisting
his hand over his cock as Jed mercilessly pounded him from behind. Ryder
wouldn’t be caught dead admitting it in any other situation, but that was
exactly what he wanted. He wanted Jed’s cum all over his skin and inside of
him. He wanted to become one body with Jed and make him come. It felt so
fucking good.

“Yes... please...”

His words only made
Jed’s thrusts intensify, but as Ryder could already feel his own impending
orgasm at the tip of his tongue, Jed pulled his cock out and jerked off like
crazy. Just as he’d promised.

Ryder gasped and looked
back, tugging his own dick hard, until his mind filled with melted light, and
he shot all over the mattress under him. He pushed back against Jed, brushing
his ass against his warm skin. Jed followed his lead with a groan, squeezing
Ryder’s ass as he spurted his come all over naked skin.

“So fucking hot,” was
all Jed managed to say.

Ryder was barely
catching his breath when he finally lay down in the wet spot, smiling at the
thought that Jed was now watching the spunk drying on his back.

Jed took his time
massaging the cum over Ryder’s ass, but he eventually settled on top of Ryder,
wrapping his arms around Ryder’s waist. “Are you okay?” he murmured into
Ryder’s nape.

Ryder smiled and raised
himself slightly, just to show Jed he still was perfectly capable of lifting a
heavy male body. The cum that now melted into his skin was still burning where it
spilled, even more so now that he had Jed to keep the fire burning. “Yes. You?”

“Oh, I’m
good
. I
could just stay here forever. Turn around, I want to kiss.” Jed lifted himself
slightly, and as soon as Ryder rolled to his back, he planted his lips on
Ryder’s.

Ryder laughed, elated
despite the burn in his ass. He’d done it. He’d let Jed fuck him, and the world
didn’t crumble. The one thing that changed? It felt like they were even closer
than before, and he suckled on Jed’s lips, entangling their legs as they lay
side by side. “I bet you would.”

“I was kinda thinking…
Axe knows, and he didn’t, like… go mental.” Jed watched Ryder between one kiss
and another. “And despite him being a dick, it felt good to be out to him. For
him to see me for who I am. It’s a test of friendship, too. Maybe I should come
out to the other guys? Have this over with.” The way he was looking for
approval in Ryder’s eyes was heartbreaking, especially since all that Ryder
could come up with was a violent shake of his head.

“What? No,” he said
quickly, barely catching a breath. He didn’t even want to imagine how
information like this would impact the club in the long run. They were already
struggling with so many issues. It would be too much. “How could I ever stay as
the VP if they knew? How could we stay with them if they knew? We are brothers.
We were raised together. How can you think they’d be okay with it?”

“No, no, no. Just me.”
Jed hid his face by Ryder’s neck and nuzzled it. “No one would think we have a
thing.”

“No.” Ryder slid out of
Jed’s arms and sat up, suddenly cold. “They wouldn’t understand. They’d want
you out of the club. You know what Dad thinks about gays. He wouldn’t just take
this.”

Seeing the light dim in
Jed’s eyes was painfully squeezing Ryder’s heart, but it had to be
extinguished. There was no way Jed coming out was a valid option. Sooner or
later it would cause problems. Wolver would go ballistic.

“I’d learn who my real
friends are,” Jed muttered, but there wasn’t much conviction in his words
anymore.

Ryder swallowed hard and
shook his head. He wanted to pull Jed close and show him it didn’t matter as
long as they had each other, but just listening to it struck him with anxiety.
If Jed were to go, Ryder would follow, but their place was with the club. It
was their life, even though their friends and loved ones would never accept the
relationship Jed and Ryder established behind closed doors. The club was home,
and Ryder didn’t want to leave. He couldn’t even imagine what his life would
look like without the patch on his back.

“How? They’d taunt you
until you chose to leave yourself.”

Jed sighed, trailing his
fingers over Ryder’s thigh. “Maybe some of them would be like ‘yeah, more pussy
for us’?”

“Dad would not accept
it. You know this. It’s not like you can just not talk to your prez,” insisted
Ryder as panic grew thicker roots inside his chest. “Don’t. What am I supposed
to do in that situation? I’d have to take a stand, and Axe already knows more.
He’d talk.”

Jed nodded in silence,
and his half-dry hair obscured his face.

Ryder felt like he’d
just pushed Jed off the damn bridge, straight into the cold depths of the lake.
“You have me. Isn’t that enough?”

Jed turned around and
wrapped his arms over Ryder’s neck. “It is.” His heartbeat against Ryder’s skin
was at least a bit of comfort.

Ryder hugged him hard,
trying to convey just how much Jed meant to him in that gesture. He pressed
several tiny kisses to Jed’s face and pressed their foreheads together. “It’s
safer that way. We’ll be fine.”

Jed kissed his lips in
the sweetest way. “I love you.”

Ryder’s heart fluttered,
and he pulled Jed’s hand to his chest so that he could feel it too. Always a
practical man, he wasn’t that good with big words, so he’d rather have his body
speak for him.

Jed

Toro’s villa was not his
property, but he’d rented it for a whole month. It was good news because that
meant that Toro and his security had a similar knowledge of the building as the
Coffin Nails did. The California chapter wasn’t engaged in the operation
because they’d all decided it would be an embarrassment to tell them what this
evening was about. And on top of that, Wolver firmly believed that they
wouldn’t have any self-respect if they resolved their problems with a force
from outside.

They waited for almost
two hours for the arrival of Toro and his entourage, but with all the trees
planted for privacy around the fence, and the thickening darkness, they should
be able to execute the plan. Jed was leaning against the walls of the fence and
waiting for Ryder’s signal. Safety wasn’t in numbers when you wanted to
infiltrate somewhere well guarded, and so it was just them, Dark, Axe, Mikey,
and Grease, as in these conditions, Wolver would be sitting this one out and
remain in touch through messages. It was a tough call that hurt Wolver’s pride,
but he himself knew he wasn’t twenty anymore.

Mikey was crouching in
the darkness by the gate, and they’d agreed that he was to stay behind and be
on the lookout. At first they’d considered Grease for the job, but he was too
easily distracted.

Jed climbed on Ryder’s
shoulders and watched the house through binoculars to spot where Dana could
possibly be.

The residence was huge,
with two wings spread at the edge of a hill, and a huge pool with exotic plants
sitting in clay pots on two small fake islands in the middle and ancient
Greek-styled statues standing between columns of the patio. The main house,
just as the two other buildings on the vast patch of land, looked like a European
palace, surrounded by lush greenery that must have been tended by
professionals.

Jed spotted three dogs
patrolling the grounds and cringed at the thought of them turning into beasts
out for biker meat. He told his brothers about the Dobermans while scanning the
few rooms that were already lit.

“They must be fed at
some point,” hissed Dark, getting to his toes by the wall. “That could be our
chance.”

Ryder’s head moved
between Jed’s thighs, and it was an odd sensation when they were with their
brothers, in the dark. “Where are they now?”

Jed noticed one of the
dogs following the limo. “They’re approaching the house from the right, and the
dogs followed. Might actually be a good moment now.” He didn’t really know what
he’d do if the dogs chased them down. On one hand, he didn’t want to kill a
dog, but on the other, he doubted that would matter if those teeth got anywhere
near his flesh.

“Go,” prompted Mikey,
and as Ryder stepped forward, wiggling Jed toward the top of the wall, Jed took
the plunge and grabbed the ledge on top. He was careful not to accidentally
break Ryder’s neck, but in the end he rolled on top of the wall and squeezed it
with his thighs for balance.

Axe, being the strongest
of them, replaced Ryder as the ladder and helped Dark join Jed in the darkness.
Jed only saw his friends as solid shapes, but as Grease followed to the top of
the wall, Jed carefully slid down on the other side. He remained in a scooting
position for several seconds, listening for possible gunshots and vicious
growling, but all he could hear were his brothers and crickets.

Jed gritted his teeth
when Grease fell to the ground with a dull thud and a moan. “Shut it,” he
hissed, unwilling to become Doberman feed. He rather enjoyed having legs and an
ass. As the men behind him climbed over the wall, he kept scanning the ground
for dogs, bear traps, or fucking laser beams. A tight feeling in his gut
wouldn’t settle no matter how hard he tried to relax.

In the end, Ryder pulled
Axe up, and they all hid between the trees by the wall. Jed took his place at
Ryder’s side, drinking up his warmth and confidence. A strange feeling had
settled in his stomach as they were still only watching the villa, but now that
they moved forward, down a route Dark and Ryder considered optimal, Jed was
increasingly fighting the thought that they were way out of their depth. This
wasn’t a raid on the headquarters of a local gang, this wasn’t rounding up
junkie booze thieves. Toro was a gangster with international connections and
top-notch security. And he had money—an asset they most definitely didn’t—a
sign that he was good at his job.

At least Jed didn’t have
to make decisions on his own, and followed Ryder’s lead to a rose garden on the
left, opposite of where the limo and dogs had gone. Grease was the last one in
their group, and Jed kept looking back to make sure he was still there.

They chose the rose
garden because of its location, close to the main building that was now
bursting with light, and the fact that the rose bushes would effectively hide
them from view. Ryder went first, his mountain-like body moving in quick
strides down the narrow alley between the flower beds. The scent of various
kinds of roses assaulted their senses with something that vaguely reminded Jed
of the very first girl he ever fucked.

Linda Morris. Jed got
cheered on and riled up by Ryder when at sixteen he still hadn’t scored with
anyone. She was one year younger, and sex with her was as anxiety-inducing as
it was awkward. Jed couldn’t come when he looked into her eyes, so in the end,
he buried his face in the pillow next to her head, and imagined what it would
be like if Ryder fucked her, when in fact he was just imagining Ryder. Fucking.

Something cold exploded
into his face, and he held his breath, shocked, only to hear Dark yelp and be
shushed. Only when he registered what happened did Jed’s heart come down from a
sudden gallop. It was the freaking sprinklers. Of course there would be some in
a rose garden. There he had been thinking about laser beams detecting intruders
when it was damn sprinklers that could put the whole operation at risk.

“You sound like a girl,”
Grease teased Dark, but his laugh died down with a rumble behind Jed.

“Calm the fuck down!”
hissed Axe, and Ryder looked back, the pale color of his face a sharp contrast
to the darkness around them. Water was soaking through Jed’s jeans, but there
was no way for him to just get up and run when they didn’t know whether there
were any guards around. One thought of those Dobermans he’d seen, and Jed was
staying put under the impromptu shower.

He pulled out his
binoculars and scanned the lit rooms. “Bingo,” he whispered when he saw Dana’s
dark silhouette behind a curtain. He’d learned to recognize her form like
people were apparently conditioned to spot snakes. “She’s on the second floor,
on the right. There’s even a balcony.”

Ryder started rising to
his feet, but he froze halfway at the distant sound of barking.

“Oh shit,” muttered Axe.

Jed looked around in
panic, but before his brain could melt, Ryder turned around and told them all
to follow him. Jed didn’t think twice, and focused on Ryder’s back, on his
heavy boots sprinting over the grass. He had to trust that Ryder had a plan,
because he sure as fuck didn’t. Axe and Dark were right behind him, and he
could only hope Grease was somewhere there as well.

Ryder got to a trellis
covering a wooden wall and climbed it in three precise movements. Everything
was happening so fast Jed barely registered where they were, and looked around
only when rose thorns digging into his hands made everything more real. Ryder
pulled him up to what seemed to be the roof of a gardener’s shed by a large
tree, and they hid by its trunk as Dark and Axe followed.

Ryder grabbed Jed at the
waist and pulled him onto a higher branch, settling between the leaves in
complete silence. Through the furious beating of his own heart, Jed registered
the sounds of boot thumping against wood and silent curses as both their
friends settled on the branches as well, listening on. Only now that they’d
reached a safe spot and could think of something else did they notice that the
barking became fierce, and it was coming closer with each sharp breath.

“I give up! Call them
off!” Grease yelled from the ground. “Here, doggies, here!”

Jed noticed Grease
pulled something out of his pockets and threw it to the dogs. He could bet that
it was one of Grease’s fried chicken snacks. A part of him wanted to scream at
Grease’s idiocy, a part of him wanted to rush down and save his friend, but
when he noticed Grease do a U-turn from the shed and scream that he was alone,
just scouting, he sighed and nodded.

“Please, don’t bite his
fat legs off,” hissed Dark as they all stared at Grease, who had never been
faster in his life. The guy was dropping food as he stormed through the garden
chased by three demons from hell, which stopped to pick up the fallen nibbles.

Jed had to bite his lips
not to scream out when the garden was suddenly illuminated by white lights, and
Grease stopped, faced by two men, who seemed to have appeared from nowhere. One
of them pulled out a gun, but the moment Grease raised his hands, a bang
resonated through the night. By the way Grease screamed out and trembled on the
ground, Jed realized it had to be a taser that had been used, so he let out a
sigh of relief. At least for now.

It took a while for the
guards to cuff Grease and take him in, but at least the dogs followed the smell
of chicken and ignored the rest of them.

Ryder’s body slumped
against Jed’s and as the bright lights went off, in complete darkness, Ryder’s
hand squeezed around Jed’s, streaming warmth and reassurance. “We need to move.
They will be alert once they realize who he is,” whispered Ryder, and Jed
couldn’t agree more. He looked between the leaves, at the nearest balcony. If
they reached it, it should be fairly easy to get to the one by Dana’s room.

“Was there a door
somewhere downstairs?” whispered Axe.

“Fuck the door, let’s
climb. Her room is two balconies away from the one we can get to from this
tree,” Jed said and already started implementing his plan, itching to get to
Dana’s room. There was no time to waste.

The guys were silent for
a moment, but as Ryder followed Jed along the branch, Dark and Axe did as well.
Inch by inch, Jed moved his feet toward the building while holding on to a
higher branch. The idea seemed foolproof until he realized that the farther he
was from the trunk, the more the branch sank under his weight, and the others
moving right behind him weren’t helping the situation.

“Hold it,” Jed hissed at
them, and for him to get on the balcony first, everyone else had to back off.
Ryder could only make his way next as Jed stood on the floor. Not wasting time,
with his heart already pounding like mad, he crossed the gap from one balcony
to the next one, only to get to the railing on the other side and find out the
space between them was bigger than it appeared from the tree, too far to cross.

He cursed beneath his
breath but wasted no time as the others carefully climbed onto the balcony. But
just as he thought they ran out of luck, the french doors opened as soon as he
turned the knob. Jed’s body stilled, and he looked into the darkness inside
before pulling out his cell phone and switching on the flashlight. He didn’t
see all details, but it was a bedroom so vast it could rival Ryder’s whole house
in terms of size. The California king-size bed looked tiny when put in context
of all the other furniture, and the whole space made Jed think of an expensive
hotel room from the movies. It was just as anonymous, with no personal
belongings. It only made Jed hope that it was unused.

He waved his hand at the
others, and Ryder was by his side in an instant, rushing across the room. They
both put their ears against the door, and Jed had to bite back a smile when
their eyes met. No sound came from the hallway.

“The balcony’s too far
away,” muttered Dark as if he thought no one noticed it yet, but Ryder put his
index finger against Dark’s mouth and nodded at the door.

“The room on the right
has one next to hers,” he whispered and put his hand on the knob. Jed’s stomach
turned, and he slowly put his hand on the gun he kept in a holster underneath
his armpit.

He glanced back at Axe,
and after a short nod, Ryder pulled the door open, and Jed was the first to
experience a flash of light. There should be no one in the room next to them,
so seeing an empty corridor, he rushed forward, to the door just a few steps
away.

But before he could move
farther, his feet grew roots into the floor when he faced a pretty boy with
bright blond hair standing at the end of the hallway. Ryder’s hand squeezed on
Jed’s shoulder, and Jed could feel tension overtake their bodies as they
watched the guy, who regarded them with cool interest.

He was dressed in black
like all the other guards, but instead of raising an alarm or pointing a gun at
them, he took a deep breath and turned the corner, disappearing from sight. Jed
wanted to follow him, too surprised for words, but Ryder pulled him into the
room they were headed for.

“What the hell?” Jed
whispered once they were all inside.

“Must be new,” said Axe
as they walked into the room next to Dana’s. This one was much smaller and
filled with all kinds of gym equipment, complete with a huge flat-screen TV
mounted on one of the walls. And the quality of it all... Jed knew Ryder would
feed on bark to make their gym as well-stocked.