One Step Too Close - Coffin Nails MC Louisiana (Gay Biker Stepbrother Romance) (Sex & Mayhem Book 6) (43 page)

Ryder took a few sips of
his beer and kissed Jed with his hoppy-tasting lips. “Exactly. I need to relax
today. This was a really shitty night,” he confessed, only now able to loosen
up. There were no more secrets between them.

“Are you okay after it
all?” Jed asked as his tongue trailed Ryder’s lip.

Ryder petted Jed’s warm
skin, pulling on the soft flesh with his own lips. The hate in the stranger’s
eyes when Ryder stabbed him was still all-too-prominent in his brain. “You
gotta do what you gotta do. It’s for the club. And for you.”

“I’d do it for you, too.
I’d get rid of anyone standing in your way.”

A warmth spread through
Ryder’s veins, and he deepened the kiss, diving into the smooth pleasures of
Jed’s mouth. “It’ll be you and me, always.”

They took a while
enjoying each other’s company on the bed, but at some point, they were
beginning to feel that they had spectators, and with Jed blatantly half-hard in
his briefs, they decided to dance off the steam downstairs. One more beer for
each of them, and they joined the half-naked crowd of bodies writhing to the
deafening sound of electro.

Ryder’s head spun with
the heavy beat that drummed against the soles of his boots, seemingly tuning in
to the pumping of his heart. Down here, it was dark, with just a few colorful
lights reflecting off tar-black walls and naked pipes that gave the large dance
floor an industrial feel. There had to be some ultraviolet lamp down here as
well, because briefs and teeth shone in the dusky light all around them. He
didn’t usually go for this kind of music, and neither did Jed, low in the
beats, electronically monotone, but with the alcohol buzzing in his veins and
with that exquisite body in his arms, he couldn’t care less.

Jed’s hips rocked in a
languid rhythm, his ass tensing against Ryder’s hand as they came closer, surrounded
by men who clashed together in a similar fashion, moving all around them in
this odd mating ritual that felt so right.

Jed’s eyes were
half-lidded when he looked at Ryder, and there might have as well have been no
one else in the room, because Jed stole all of Ryder’s attention. With his
scruff and tangled blond hair, muscular, tan body, he was Ryder’s every dream
and hope. He could look into Jed’s eyes and see a true reflection of himself.
No bullshit, no lies, no parts of him hidden.

He pushed closer and
slid his knee between Jed’s legs, holding him by the hips and stealing another
kiss. Despite only being interested in him, there was no denying that they both
enjoyed the closeness of other men, the safety of this place where they
belonged. He didn’t want this to stop, and not knowing what time of day it was
only made that longing more powerful. “You want a drink?” he called into Jed’s
ear.

Jed nodded with a wide
grin and kissed Ryder again. His lips would never bore Ryder, he was sure of
that. When the next song came on, a faster, more intense techno beat, Jed
closed his eyes and swayed from side to side.

Ryder smiled and gently
tugged on Jed’s shirt before diving into the crowd of bodies that smelled of
fresh sweat and a mixture of colognes that only made the air feel thicker.
There was no one at the bar, and Ryder easily got two shots for them. He wanted
more of that buzz, for this moment to just last until the shit aboveground blew
over.

He was only at the bar
for two minutes, but the moment he turned around to make his way back to Jed,
someone was already talking to him. The buff brunet leaned over to Jed, yelling
something into his ear, but what had Ryder’s adrenaline skyrocketing, was that
from so far away, he couldn’t see if there was any touching going on.

He downed his shot,
tossed the tiny plastic cup on the floor, and maneuvered his way through the
dancing crowd, which at that moment chose to start jumping. He cursed beneath
his breath and raised the other glass high above his head to protect it as he
pushed his way through with less patience once the buff guy licked Jed’s ear.
At least Jed had the decency to shove him back, but the man didn’t go far in
the crowd and just walked up to Jed from behind, shamelessly rocking against
his ass. An undercurrent of black, slimy jealousy stormed through Ryder’s body
with a force he’d never experienced before. All of a sudden, his fists started
to itch for blood.

Ryder growled and pulled
Jed closer to him as soon as he could grab his arm. Jed frowned and snatched
the shot from Ryder’s hand to quickly down it. The fucking stranger wasn’t
going away.

The man leaned closer
with a smile as white as a fucking snowcap, and yelled over the music. “I’d be
up for you both!”

“Fuck off,” hissed
Ryder, gathering Jed under his arm. “I don’t want your dick anywhere near us.”
He had no idea what the etiquette was here, but he didn’t really care either.
This guy better go, or he’d end up without front teeth. He didn’t even know
when his skin started pulsing so badly, turning Ryder into a throbbing, hot
aggressive pot of liquid jealousy that was about to pour out.

The guy raised his hands
and mouthed ‘okay’, before quickly turning around and disappearing in the
crowd. But that wasn’t good enough. His presence left a lasting impression, as
if it burned into Ryder’s skin. With Jed out and proud, anyone could approach
him. Jed was no weakling and could fight his own battles, but he already
struggled with so many vices. If he actually went Nomad one day, he’d be out
there on his own, lonely and in need of touch. Who knew if after a few too many
beers he wouldn’t indulge in a hot anonymous body with cocksucking lips? What
if he got tired of lying in a cold bed, with no one to hold him and tell him it
was all right. That he was hot. That he was a good person. Ryder would turn
into a ghost in Jed’s mind, someone dear but distant, barely tangible.

Ryder exhaled through
his tight windpipe, feeling sick all of a sudden. He couldn’t let Jed out of
his sight. He couldn’t let him taste anyone else if he wanted to keep him.

“Fucker tried to grope
me,” Jed said into Ryder’s ear, and laughed as if this was no serious matter.
“Felt me up. Gonna wear pants next time.”

Ryder combed his fingers
into Jed’s hair and twisted it around his hand, pulling Jed closer. “Why didn’t
you just tell him you’re with someone?”

“I tried, it was too
loud.” Jed wrapped his arms around Ryder’s waist. “He got me from behind.”

Ryder felt every
molecule of air leaving his lungs as he stepped forward, pushing his forehead
against Jed’s. “You should protect your back then, or someone’s gonna get hurt
next time.”

Jed bit his lower lip
and locked his gaze with Ryder. “Maybe you need to remind me that I have a
boyfriend…”

Ryder gasped and pulled
Jed even closer, standing in place among the dancing crowd, his eyes only on
Jed. “Would you forget me so quickly?” he asked as unpleasant thoughts clouded
his mind again. Of course Jed would get lonely if he were on his own. Who
wouldn’t?

Jed closed his hand on
Ryder’s, and guided them down to his ass, making Ryder’s cock twitch with how
hot that gesture was. “I would never forget you. But I’d be so fucking horny
all the time. You’d have to send me dick pics every day.”

Ryder squeezed that pert
ass and kissed Jed breathlessly. He couldn’t let that happen. What if Jed got
so lonely on the road that he’d decide to off himself after all. Somewhere deep
in the desert perhaps, somewhere Ryder would never find him. Ryder would search
for him until the day he died.

The mere perspective of
Jed slipping out of his grasp was so unbearable, Ryder only gripped him
tighter. It was too loud to talk on the dance floor, but he could sense the
moan on Jed’s lips, and his erection poked Ryder’s thigh.

Ryder twisted him around
and led the way to the one place they could be alone—the restroom. He knew
there was some kind of designated space for sex on the other side, but it
wasn’t rented rooms like in the bathhouse, and he couldn’t bear the thought of
someone touching them now. Touching Jed. Fucking feeling him up in the darkness
without Ryder knowing.

“You want to see a dick
pic?”

As soon as they entered
the restrooms, the scent of sweat and cologne mixed with a faint smell of piss,
but nothing would matter once Ryder buried his face in Jed’s hair. The music
was only a dull throbbing here, getting louder every time someone opened the
door.

Jed wiggled his
eyebrows. “I’d rather see a dick.”

Ryder pulled Jed past
the urinals and into a pistachio-colored room with a row of stalls. His heart
leapt when he noticed that the last one was open, and he pushed Jed inside as
soon as they reached it. It was narrow. Small. With a damn gap by the door, but
he didn’t care anymore. “You wanna see it now?” he breathed, swiftly opening
his pants as soon as he’d locked the stall.

The brilliant smile on
Jed’s face was all the answer he needed, and before Ryder could even suggest
it, Jed went down to his knees and stuck his tongue out. There was still a
sultry smile in his eyes, but he was game for anything Ryder wanted.

Ryder felt his mouth
stretch into a smile, and he unbuckled his belt before pushing his jeans and
underwear just low enough for his dick to come out. “How badly do you need it?”

Jed ran his hands up
Ryder’s thighs, and his nostrils flared at the sight of Ryder’s dick. “I wanna
feel it tomorrow on the ride home.”

Ryder chewed on his lips
and swirled a strand of Jed’s hair around his fingers. “You’re home as long as
you’re with me,” he whispered, pulling him forward.

Despite being horny,
kneeling on the floor in a public restroom at a gay club, Jed’s eyes became
soft. But instead of leaning closer and sucking Ryder’s cock, he stood up and
wrapped his arms around Ryder’s neck. As he hugged Ryder tightly, he went
straight for a hungry kiss and squeezed Ryder’s cock between their bodies.

Ryder leaned against the
wall and cradled Jed as close as he could, drinking all the sweetness of the
world straight from Jed’s warm beautiful lips. There was nowhere else he’d
rather be.

Slowly, he pushed his
hands under the thin undershirt and started pushing it up Jed’s chest,
caressing every inch of sensitive skin. For a brief moment when he flipped the
tank top over Jed’s head and onto his nape, their lips had to part, but they
were quickly back together, making up for the lost few seconds with newfound
intensity. Ryder’s thoughts once again drifted to the possibility of Jed being
forced out into Nomad life. Ryder could barely stand a day without seeing him.
How was he to deal with weeks? All he wanted was to see him every day, make
sure he was eating well and not putting himself in trouble. Jed could be so
reckless sometimes. And he was beautiful. There would be so much temptation for
him on the road.

Ryder rocked his hips
against Jed and squeezed his stiff cock through the tight boxer briefs.

“I like being naked
against you when you’re dressed.” Jed laughed and pushed his dick into Ryder’s
hand.

“Maybe that’s how you
should walk around the house when we’re alone then?” whispered Ryder, pushing
Jed’s face to the side with his forehead. It was the warm, fragrant crevice of
Jed’s neck that he was after, and when Jed whimpered, shivering at the kisses
planted there, Ryder’s chest went up in flames.

“Yeah, I could do that.
Completely bare when we watch TV, I’d be ready to fuck at a moment’s notice.”
Jed’s breath hitched, and he ran his hands along Ryder’s sides, all the way to
his armpits.

Ryder couldn’t help a
quiet groan leaving his lips. He moved his fingers down Jed’s chest, briefly
playing with his nipples, only to settle at the hips. That warm body was beckoning
him. He needed to bury himself in it, unload his cum into it. There was nothing
that ever felt this good. “Yes... that’s what you like, isn’t it? You love it
when I spin you around so that you lie down the way I want you to...”

Jed whimpered into
Ryder’s lips, and his fingers slipped to Ryder’s shoulders, exploring every
goosebump. “You always knew what to do. It’s like you’ve been made to fuck me.”

Ryder’s cock twitched in
his pants. “Fuck. I want you so bad. I want you all around me,” he uttered,
pulling down Jed’s briefs. He was struggling between the need to spend more
time adoring the curve of Jed’s cock, and turning him around to have a piece of
his ass. There wasn’t much space to move in the tiny stall, so when the hunger
for fucking finally won, he had to spin Jed around and push him against the
wall.

Jed’s back became
gloriously tense, and Ryder imagined his whole sweaty body craving cock and his
cum. As if in invitation, Jed spread his thighs a bit wider. The black briefs
were rolled up just under his ass, in that curve where thighs began, and they
only lifted Jed’s buttocks.

Ryder pushed his hand
into his pocket and retrieved the tiny tube of lube he had on him for
situations like this. He molded himself to Jed’s body, neck to shoulder, chest
to back, and as he pushed his thigh against the back of Jed’s, his cock pressed
against those lovely pale buttocks. “You feel so good.”

“You’ll always have me.”
Jed put his forehead against the stall, and the sweet words didn’t seem to be
ill-fitting, even in this setting. No matter how much they would talk about
cum, cock, and ass when things got heated, no matter how much Ryder loved
licking up Jed’s sweaty skin, and burying his fingers in the blond hair, there
was so much more to their fucking than their bodies getting off. Nothing could
ever replace the connection they shared. Ryder had never had this kind of
connection. With no one, ever.