Chapter 1

Chapter 1

(I am not sure of the model’s name, google search gave me the name Conor McLaughlin but this is who I envision as Aaron.)

Stuart stood in the shadows of the closed storefronts across the street from The Skull Masters Motorcycle Club’s main hangout wondering for the hundredth time, how did he let his brother talk him into doing these stupid truth or dare challenges? One single question two nights ago after imbibing in too much alcohol placed him in his current predicament. Why, oh why hadn’t he just chosen truth instead of puffing out his slender chest like he was a man of the world, and blurted out the word, “dare,” amongst his group of drunken friends?

At the time he’d been more concerned about his evil older brother embarrassing the life out of him by making him tell some horrendous fact about himself. When it came to ego bashing details about himself, Aaron, the sibling born just three years before him had all kinds of sordid ammunition to regale their peers with. Oh, the joys of being the youngest and the weakest sibling to a group of damn near perfect brothers.

Stuart was the baby of the McKillian clan. His mother, Margaret, and his father, Patrick, got married in the old country, as they liked to call the majestic Isles of Scotland. They migrated to United States, Rhode Island to be exact. His father worked construction until he earned enough money to open his own business and today that company was one of the most sought after construction and building contractors in the city and surrounding metropolitan areas.

Of course, it was also the legal front for the Skulls’ darker activities. How Patrick McKillian became the President of a notorious motorcycle club? God only knows the true details behind that story. His tough as nails father and his sweet Catholic mama had managed to produce four sturdy, rambunctious boys before Stuart came along as the runt of the bunch.

He was what his parents called an, “unexpected surprise.” Three years after Aaron was born, a difficult pregnancy at best, Stuart entered the world almost three months before he was due to make his appearance. A sickly premature little thing barely weighing two pounds. Stuart had spent the first three months of his life in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit of Mercy General Hospital.

The medical staff hadn’t expected for him to survive beyond a few weeks. They hadn’t planned on the stubborn fortitude of the good old Scottish determination, or his parent’s sheer will to overcome any adversary, even death. That staunch determination combined with the strength and power of Margaret McKillian’s prayers for her baby’s survival achieved his miraculous recovery. He had not only thrived, but the little scrapper that he was, he beaten his grim prognosis and excelled beyond anyone’s belief. He may be small in stature, Stuart was as healthy as a horse.

He was a fighter through and through, but that didn’t stop his parents from coddling him, or his oldest brothers from being overprotective of him. Stuart can recall each and every time his ginger features lit up almost as bright as his carrot top curls with embarrassment whenever he was in school and some unsuspecting jock bullied him.

The bullies would find themselves at the unforgiving mercy of Patrick Junior and Darren. The oldest boys of the McKillian brood. Even in their late teens. They were two big ass brutes, wide as they were tall and with ripped physiques. Their muscles had muscles and they used their sheer strength to viciously protect Stuart. Even when he’d wanted to fight his own battles for himself.

The outcome was never pretty. It was even worse if Patrick Senior got involved, or one of his enforcers. Stuart had witnessed the other student’s entire family up a move away after his father or his loyal messengers had a, “word,” with them. By his senior year of high school, no one so much as looked in his direction as he walked the halls. The bolder slutty girls who used to try to get his attention with the intent of getting close to his handsome brothers even gave up the chase when he showed them no interest whatsoever. Forget about the guys, they wanted to keep their balls intact, so they avoided him at all costs as well.

Stuart had known since middle school that he was gay. He’d lived in a constant state of dread until he was sixteen. His dad had thought it was a brilliant idea to throw his birthday party at the club while his mom went back to the British Isles to visit her sick Aunt. Patrick Senior felt it was time to introduce his youngest son to the joys of women.

It had been an epic fail. Some busty blond hang around chick had all but tried to pull his limp dick out in the middle of the club’s dance floor and suck it like she was going to gain sustenance from his uninterested balls. Stuart had wound up freaked the fuck out, pushed the girl away like she had a infectious disease, and ran like the hounds of hell were after him. His father had caught up with him in the parking lot outside the club and plucked his much smaller frame out of mid flight and hauled him back inside to his office.

Stuart’s hard ass father had surprised the hell out of him by apologizing for placing him in an uncomfortable position with the biker groupie. He just needed to know for sure since Stuart had refused to confide his sexuality to his parents. He’d sat there with his mouth gaped wide open as the manliest straight man he’d ever laid eyes in told him that he was alright with him being a homosexual, it’s just that he feared for him being surrounded in a world of intolerant, ignorant assholes.

His father had proceeded to tell him to hold his head up high and of course, let him or any of his brothers know if anyone fucked with him. Stuart sat there long after his father had patted him on the head telling him everything was cool and went back out to discuss, “business,” with his crew. If anything his brothers had become even more protective of him, not to mention his mother. Although she was strictly Catholic, she would reign down fire and brimstone if anyone even looked at him funny.

No one fucked with Mama McKillian or her boys and got away with it without severe repercussions, not even her men as she liked to call them. Sometimes when he got over the extreme embarrassment, it was hysterical to watch his six foot plus brothers reduced to nothing when she went in on them. His CEO father, and bad ass MC president avoided her like the plague when her lethal tongue geared up to deliver a good lashing.

A gust of frigid air billowed down the wind tunnel caused by the numerous buildings fit so closely together lining both sides of the street. Stuart pulled the collar of his jacket up around his ears and gathered his courage. He stepped out of the shadows and across the concrete pavement. He checked the street for oncoming traffic before he scurried across the road. He could already hear the thumping beat of music coming from of his father’s club.

The main door opened and the pulsing music only got louder as the big beefy bouncer stepped aside and nodded to some of the his father’s crew proudly wearing the Skulls leather cut with the signature skull and crossbones on the back. A bright blood red rose was blooming out of one of the skull’s eye socket. It would have been considered a girly, but the blood dripping off the petals squashed that idea to smithereens.

Stuart stood just outside the circle of light from the street lamp and shoved his hands in his coat pocket. He huddled in the warmth of his jacket as he watched a huge muscle bound, hairy assed club member strut up to the entrance leading a petite woman by a leash connected to a leather collar around her neck. She was covered in a warm looking trench coat, but the almost obscenely high heeled leather boots gave an inkling to what kind of outfit she might be wearing, if she was wearing anything at all under that coat.

The thudding beat once again filled the night air as the bouncer opened the door for the couple and waved them inside. It was now or never, Stuart’s courage was slowly but surely leaking away and he wondered if the consequences of not going through with this dare was going to be worth it. He already knew that Aaron had arrived to the club hours ago. This night was his favorite night at the club for several reasons. First and foremost, it was his parents date night and unless the club was on fire, under siege by the cops, someone was dying or some gang war going down then he was not to be disturbed until the next day.

The second reason was that Aaron was a kinky ass motherfucker, ever since he discovered the pleasures of his dick and what he can do with it. No scratch that, more like what he can do to willing partners to make them beg him for it. While Aaron was away at college getting his MBA, he had also found a thriving BDSM community where spent just as much time training to become as Dominant as he spent getting his degree in business. Even though Stuart had tried to hide his burning curiosity about what really happens behind the MC’s doors on nights like tonight, Aaron must of picked up on his interest and the dare had come to life.

Stuart squared his slender shoulders and tried to swallow to moisturize his suddenly dry throat as his feet carried him towards the entrance of the club. He didn’t know if it was a good or bad thing that his father wasn’t going to be in the establishment tonight, but he was sure Aaron and a few of his other siblings would make sure not a hair on his head was touched by anyone.

“Hey baby boy, ya old man knows ya out here?” Pete, one of the big, no neck bouncer’s voice boomed out the question like a clap of thunder rumbling through the sky as Stuart came to a tentative stop in front of the sprawling blood red double doors.

Start couldn’t help himself as he crossed his arms in indignation and his plump pink bottom lip poked out into a mutinous pout at being called, ‘baby boy’. “I’m old enough to get in with or without Da’s permission. Besides Aaron is waiting for me inside.” He pointed out just as the second bouncer whistled low and winked at him.

“Fuck me…pretty, small, and feisty.” He murmured loud enough for Stuart and Pete to hear.

Stuart blushed clear to the roots of his hair and was about to open his mouth to give a quick snap back when a loud, booming cackle filled the air around them.

“Fuck you is right, ya jarhead. Dis little redhead is Prez’s youngest boy. Prez will fuck you straight up the ass with his sawed off shotgun, right before he blows da top of ya knoggin’ off fa lookin’ at dat boy. Dat’s if his old lady don’t get to ya first” Pete bellowed before unhooking the rope and waving Stuart into the proverbial’s lion’s den. “Go straight to Aaron, ya hear.” The bouncer warned as he closed the entranceway door behind Stuart.

Stuart’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as he looked around the darkened interior of his father’s inner sanctum. The scenes playing out from the bar to the dance floor was nothing like the night he was last here in his sixteenth birthday. He felt his chest tighten and his lungs constrict as he witnessed men and women in various states of nudity writhing almost obscenely against one another in plain sight for everyone to see and those who cared to, watch. Leather night in the Den was very much in full swing.

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

(Bartek Borowiec-my idea of who Stuart looks like.)

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Stuart didn’t have a clue where to look first, all he knew was that he was going to find Aaron, show his face and let him know that he fulfilled his dare by showing up on Leather night in the club. He shook himself at the balls he seemed to have grown overnight, he had actually showed up at the club on leather night, the revelation almost boggled his mind. His brother’s blustering hadn’t said anything about the amount of time he actually had to stay in the club after he’d gotten there.

After handing his coat over to the amazon of a hostess decked out in a full body latex cat suit, Stuart made a beeline for the bar. He didn’t quite remember what the long time bartender’s name was, but sure as he knew his own name, the guy would know where exactly to find his brother or brothers in this place. Squirming his way to the polished Cherrywood counter, he had to climb up on the foot railing to make himself seen among the giant members of his father’s crew and Stuart waved his slender arms and frantically flagged down the muscled tank of man serving the plethora of customers.

“Well, lookee here, if it ain’t Prez’s princess. Ya old man know ya in here tonight of all nights?” The big man questioned him as he leaned over the bar invading Stuart’s personal space.

Stuart fought the urge to roll his pale green eyes and stick his lip out and pout at the question that seemed like everyone is going to asking him as the night wore on. “Where is my brother Aaron?” He asked instead of answering the man’s initial question.

The big man raised a dark scruffy eyebrow at him and his thick lips curved into a lascivious smirk. “What ya goin’ to do fah me if I steer ya in the right direction?” His deep voice purred as he leaned a closer and Stuart leaned back and hopped off the foot bar to get away from the leering man.

“He’s not going to do a fucking thing if you want to live to see morning, ya fucktard. Get back to work before I see how many pieces of your body I can shove into your precious liquor bottles.” The guttural growl had Stuart spinning around to see his oldest brother Patrick Jr. towering over everyone in the vicinity with his massive height. Everyone around them scattered like roaches at the fierce scowl on his brother’s handsomely chiseled face. The big bartender had paled down to the color of pristine white snow and quickly shuffled off to the other end of the bar.

“What are you doing in here Stuart?” Patrick Jr. asked as he crossed his thick arms over an equally wide chest. Patrick was the heir to the throne so to speak to both the legal construction businesses and the Skulls Motor Cycle Club. His oldest brother had proven that he is more than worthy of both positions both as a shrewd businessman and the dangerously ruthless VP of the Skulls. None of the brothers were as viciously lethal or as brilliant as Patrick Jr, and their Da is so proud.

This time Stuart did push his bottom lip out in a mutinous pout and crossed his own arms defensively across his much smaller chest. He opened his mouth to snap at his oldest sibling about being an adult when a tall dark haired man stepped up behind his brother and tapped him on this wide shoulder to get his attention. Patty spun around on his heels to face the newcomer and effectively blocked Stuart’s view of seeing who it was that interrupted them. Stuart wasn’t stupid, he knew the minute those laser sharp green eyes refocused on him, Patrick was going to send him straight home like a reprimanded child caught doing something they shouldn’t be doing.

Glad for whomever it was that took his brother’s attention off of him, Stuart quietly backed up keeping his eyes on his sibling’s muscular back until he felt safe enough to shuffle away. He quickly slipped through the throng of leather clad bodies all the while looking over his shoulder to make sure that Patty wasn’t giving chase. He turned the corner at the end of the gleaming bar and a familiar booming laugh caught his attention. His head snapped up and he flipped the length of long red waves over his shoulder, and spotted none other than Aaron laughing among a group of barely dressed twinks staring up at him, starry eyed with total adoration.

It was now or never, Stuart was going to go over there and show his face and get the hell out of here. What had he been thinking? Who had been trying to fool thinking that he was ready to explore his secret lust of learning more and maybe practicing the BDSM lifestyle? He was way out of his league and he knew it. He was ready to own up to that little depressing piece of news and run home where all his overwhelmed senses could settle and he could think straight once again.

Stuart tried calling out Aaron’s name to get his sibling’s attention, but the thumping volume of the music drowned him out and with a frustrated sigh he tried to keep his eye on his brother’s bright red curls as he pushed his way through the masses of people on the dance floor. It seemed that the more he tried, the farther away Aaron seemed to be moving towards the opposite end of the dance floor. His brother was slowly heading towards a set of black double doors with a line of adoring followers in his wake. Stuart almost stopped and threw his hands up in the air, but he had something to prove. He wanted Aaron to see that he had come to the club tonight, maybe then Aaron could find one less thing to tease him about since he had fulfilled the dare of coming to the club on Leather night. Stuart had accomplished to foolhardy decree his brother had unceremoniously dropped in his lap.

Stuart made it to his brother entourage just as Aaron had opened the door to a darkened set of stairs with two beefy guards standing right inside the door. “Damn it, hold still for a fuckin’ minute.” He screamed on the top of his lungs as he shoved his way through the throng of giggling boy toys to get to his frustrating sibling.

Aaron reached out a long muscular arm and wrapped a beefy paw around Stuart’s wrist and pulled him closer. “Well I’ll be damned Baby Red, you actually grew a pair and walked in here tonight.” His smart ass brother gleefully proclaimed and Stuart just wanted to smack the smug smirk right off Aaron’s face.

“You dared me, I came, I saw, and now I’m going before Patty or Da beats you unconscious.” He exclaimed with as much bravado as he could muster. He hoped and prayed that Aaron didn’t see right through his act. He was sure that if his sibling looked close enough, then Aaron would be able to see that Stuart’s heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was beating right out of his chest, that and the nervous sweat dampening his hairline.

Aaron’s expression turned from playful to serious in that very moment, and no matter how he tugged his wrist trying to break free of Aaron’s iron tight grip, Stuart couldn’t get free himself. He quietly gulped as his brother used his free arm to wave the now silent gaggle of boys past them and down the stairs leading to wherever. They immediately complied and the beefy guards turned their backs to them giving the brothers the illusion of privacy.

Stuart suddenly found the tips of his shoes very interesting. He refused to meet the probing emerald glare he was sure was now boring holes into the top of his bent head. Anxiety was slowly creeping in and taking over his body and he began to tremble. Tears of mortification pooled behind his eyes. How pathetically weak was he? Stuart had pestered Aaron for over two years wanting to know more and more about a lifestyle he had only been able to read about in his fiction novels, and information he had found on the internet. For two years he had wondered and dreamt about finding a Master and having someone make him feel like he was the center of their whole world. He had almost died of curiosity wanting to know if everything he’d read about was true.

Could the kiss of a whip, of the slap of a strong, firm hand send you into euphoria? Could a strong, talented Dom take you apart, shake you up, and put you back together again better than you were before? Can you have a partner, a Sir, that you could be completely honest with, have nothing, no barriers, no false acts, no barriers whatsoever with? But instead having the courage to find out, here he was ready to bolt at the first given opportunity because he felt out of place. Stuart didn’t feel like he’s brave enough to go through with at least trying to learn more about his hidden desires in a real BDSM setting where he was safe among his brothers and his father’s crew all the jokes aside, and that was utterly mortifying.

Stuart felt Aaron’s thick fingers under his chin pushing his head up. “Look at me, Stuart.” Aaron demanded and Stuart drew in a deep breath and blinked a couple of times to clear the tears from his eyes and slowly looked up into his brother deadly serious gaze.

“Baby Red, I am going to say this once and only once. You are here because I dared you to come here. The reason I dared you to come here is because I can see that you want to belong here, you crave something only this lifestyle can provide. I wanted you to come here and learn the safe, sane, and consensual of the community from people who are trained in all things BDSM. People who not only practice scenes in the lifestyle, but who live it on a daily basis as well.”

“You think I don’t know you spend an unhealthy amount of time on the internet trying to get information on the community. Not knowing what’s bullshit from what is reality? You think I don’t know that you open my safe and browse through my toys and whips? You think I haven’t paid attention to each and every question you have pestered me with over the years? You weren’t ready then, but you are ready now to witness and learn about the lifestyle. To see if it is something you are truly want or maybe need in your life. To Hell with Pat and Da have to say, you know what it is you want and I am giving you the opportunity to come out of your head and your comfort zone to find out for yourself.” Aaron stated as he brushed my hair out of my shocked face.

“You have a decision to make Baby Red, either you take this chance and make use of it, or go home and always wonder about what goes on here on nights like tonight. You are safe here, I am here. Pat is here, and all the men living the lifestyle who are members of the MC are here. You are most likely the safest person in this place because not a hair on your head will be touched without your, mine, or the Skulls looking out for you consent. Now what is it going to be? Are you going to follow me into the Pit or are going to go home?”

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Chapter 3

Chapter 3

(Roman Reigns, who is not gay btw, but my idea of who Reaper looks like.)

Stuart’s heart threatened to beat right through his sternum at how hard the organ was pumping away in his chest. Aaron just remained still and silent while those laser sharp green eyes continued to stare unerringly into Stuart’s own emerald gaze that reflected every ounce of his uncertainty at the moment. Aaron had laid down the challenge and the fucker had sprinkled it with just enough enticement to hook Stuart like a fish on a line. They both knew that it wasn’t in Stuart’s nature to pass up on a direct challenge. He was a scrapper, a little one compared to his big burly brothers, but a fighter none the less, and he hated to fail at anything he set his mind to doing.

Stuart broke eye contact with Aaron’s challenging glare by closing his eyes. He drew a deep breath and gathered what his Da called his good ole Scot courage around him like a cloak before snapping his eyes back open.

“Alright then, let’s go to wherever it is we are going.” Stuart praised himself at how strong his voice sounded even to his own ears.

He was sure he didn’t fool his big brother with his false bravado though, because Aaron nodded his head once and wrapped his meaty fingers around his wrist and protectively pulled Stuart closer to his side. His brother ushered him through the door and followed him down the darkened stairway leading into the basement of their father’s domain.

The door at the head of the stairs above them slammed closed and Stuart tried his best to not to jump at the finality the sound represented to him. As the descend to the polished wood floor of the basement, the sounds were the first thing that registered to Stuart’s brain. He was about to enter into uncharted waters for real. He heard the low hum of multiple conversations peppered with occasional moaning, a scream of pain here and there, as well as the sounds of flesh being slapped. Stuarts skin prickled and his blood pumped a little faster through his veins as the scent of leather and sex assaulted his senses.

A shiver of anticipation quaked through his slender body and he immediately felt Aaron’s hand tighten around his wrist. He looked up at his sibling and he was a little shocked to see that the one brother out of the bunch who had made it his life’s work to tease him through his life was smiling kindly down at him.

“There is no reason to be scared of anyone here. I am here for you, so are the other men in the club. Anytime you feel that anything is too much for you, just let me know and we are out of here. If you have any questions feel free to ask them. You want to know about BDSM, so little bro, I’m going to safely teach you about it. I don’t want you putting yourself in danger learning about it from posers or people that don’t know jack about the lifestyle. Now stay by my side and don’t look anyone in the eye. I will speak for you unless I say otherwise.” He instructed and Stuart just nodded.

Stuart may be a complete novice when to comes to the BDSM community but he knew enough that he would consider himself a submissive and that his brother was most definitely a Dominant. Aaron was too confident, and too bad ass to be anything less. He already understood that Aaron was asking him to behave as a well trained submissive would and he had to wonder just how much Aaron had already seemed to figure out about him and his desires to experience what this community had to offer him.

“You ready?” Aaron asked him and once again Stuart tightened his courage around him like a security blanket and nodded his head at his brother. He wasn’t sure if he would be able to squeeze a word out of his lump of anxiety that was firmly lodged in his throat.

Aaron kept firm hold of Stuart’s hand as he led him into the wide open area that was dubbed the playroom. Stuarts eyes went as wide as dessert plates as his head swiveled on his neck from side to side trying to take in the multiple scenarios playing out right in front of him. He was aware that his brother was explaining the intricacies of the things he was seeing and the meaning of what safe, sane, and consensual really meant. He listened with half an ear to the details involving the different types D/s relationships and play scenes. Stuart was really floored when Aaron explained the role of a submissive and how the lifestyle’s revolves entirely around the sub and not the Dom.

With every couple they passed in different stages of play and sex, whether it was a male and female or male and male, there were even trios of people performing some type of bondage, beatings or edge play. Aaron called his attention to how the Dominants revered and treated their submissives with high standards of care. His sibling went to in extent about the value of the trust and respect submissives placed on their Doms, and how it was the Dominants job to cherish and reward the sub for that level of ultimate trust. Aaron told him that is was the Dominants job to be worthy of such faith and that they should never abuse it.

They circled around the large room towards a more private area and Stuart witnessed a Dominant cuddling and offering water to a sub lying lovingly in his lap. Aaron took the opportunity to inform him about aftercare, another responsibility for a Dominant partner. His brother explained to him about the bodies physical and chemical reaction of flying. When a submissive finding their subspace, for the Dom, it is called top space. A zone reached through participating in various scenes that sends a endorphin/adrenaline rush through the participants and they reach a mental zone of ultimate bliss.

Stuart’s entire body once again quivered at the idea of subspace, of reaching a place in his mind where nothing but euphoria could be attained. Before he knew it Aaron had led him to the back of the room through another set of doors. Stuart noticed several plush leather sofas littered throughout the room, a gleaming full service bar along the back wall, and that there was a raised dias that took up the entire front wall. The front wall itself was adorned with a huge black cross in the center. There were straps and cuffs attached to the cross and the stage so to speak, was empty but lit.

Aaron took a seat on one of the couches centered in the middle of the room almost directly in front of the dias and pulled Stuart’s arm so that he sat beside him. Almost immediately a young man wearing a pair of obscenely tight leather thongs appeared at Aaron’s side and inquired if he wanted something to drink. Stuart had to bite his lips in order not to laugh out loud and embarrass himself and his brother. The slender boy was speaking to his brother, but those big blue eyes were shooting daggers at Stuart. If looks could kill, Stuart was sure he would have been pushing up Daisies by now.

The young man only stopped murdering him with his eyes when “Master Aaron,” asked him to bring his little brother and himself two tonic waters with a twist of lime. The guy almost peeled himself out of his skin when his brother had instructed him to remain free until he called for him later. It was a good that Stuart wasn’t drinking anything because he would have definitely choked on it. He hadn’t known for sure, he’d only speculated about Aaron’s sexuality over the years. He eyed his brother out of the corner of his eye. The question was burning on the tip of his tongue when the smug basterd turned his head and replied, “Bisexual, seein’ ya’ dying to know.”

Stuart huffed, crossed his arms over his chest, and stuck out his tongue at his smart ass brother. He was saved from Aaron’s teasing by their waiter coming back and handing them their beverages.

“I am old enough to drink liquor you know.” Stuart reminded his older sibling as he sipped the fizzy water.

Aaron just raised a domineering flaming red brow at him. “I’m fully aware of that Baby Red, but I need you sober and aware in this environment. I also plan to play later so I need to be sober too. Never play with anyone if you have suspected that they have been drinking. Your safety depends on your Dom being fully aware of everything about you, especially your body language. Alcohol impairs not only the body’s reaction reflexes but it dulls the senses too and that’s when people get hurt. Always, always remember that.” He cautioned, and Stuart nodded his head in agreement.

Stuart’s head was spinning with all the information his brother was providing, but he had to admit that he was feeling a bit more comfortable in his surrounding environment. Almost a hundred times better than when he’d first set foot in the main playroom. As he discreetly looked around at the various couples seated around the room, his only worry now was about Patty. His eldest brother would be the one to come down here and drag him out of the club. Stuart would literally die if his the MC’s VP committed such an atrocious act.

Aaron had explained some more about the evening’s activities. There was going to be a couple of tutorial demonstrations or, ‘scenes’ happening tonight. That was the main reason his brother had dared Stuart set foot in the club in the first place. Aaron had guessed his poorly hidden obsession with everything BDSM. His older overprotective sibling has now taken it upon himself to educate Stuart and allow him, to witness and learn first hand about the different techniques practiced in the BDSM lifestyle in a safe environment. Stuart nodded his head and silently thanked the Lord he’s had the courage to set foot in his Da’s club tonight.

Stuart sat there and contemplated his next move, he turned his head and looked up at his brother. He tapped the back of Aaron’s hand that was resting on the sofa seat next to him to get the man’s attention. Those sharp green eyes turned fully towards him and Stuart bit the inside of his cheek as his face flushed bright red. “Thanks for tonight, I know I am usually a pain following you around and snooping in your stuff. So yeah…” His words cut off when Aaron used his big hand to ruffle his hair on the top of his head.

Stuart huffed and batted Aaron’s playful hand away and pouted up at him as he tried to fix his hair. His hands were still in his head when his eyes met and locked onto a glittering pair of onyx orbs across the room. Stuart froze stock still as he was sucked right into the vortex of that blacker than black gaze. Stuart felt his whole body ignite like someone had put a match to gas soaked kindling. He was sure his immediate and sudden bright blush was epic to behold. He wasn’t sure if his mouth was gaping wide open or not, but when the mountain of a man pushed himself off the wall and began walking in their direction, his heart rate accelerated even more and the trapped air in his chest wheezed out of his mouth.

Holy Mary Mother of God, the man had to be at least 6’5 or taller. He was wearing nothing but tight black leather pants, combat boots, and the MC cut. The man’s patch identified him as the club’s Sergeant of Arms (SAA). Crap, he was his father’s right head enforcer. His massive chest was bare, a sprinkling of dark hair covered his wide pecs and trickled down the ridges of the man’s impressive eight pack abdominal muscles. Even the man’s walk was sexy as hell, those tapered hips moved in such a way that promised nothing but undiluted sin to whomever the sex God managed to pin underneath them. Stuart didn’t dare to look any lower, but he still couldn’t look away from the dark Adonis, not even if his life depended on it.

Stuart tried to moisten his desiccated mouth with his drink, but his hand shook too much with his nerves to accomplish it, so he lowered the glass and pressed himself into the cushions as the man stepped over Aaron’s legs and sat on the center table right in front of Stuart continuing to pin him in place with his unflinching glare. He still towered over Stuart even sitting with those wide shoulder and thick arms resting on his tree trunk thighs.

“Hey Reaper my man. How ya’ doing?” Aaron’s amused voice penetrated the heated haze of lust swimming around my brain.

“I’ll be better when you tell me who this is and that he doesn’t belong to you.” The deep, whiskey smooth voice tingled over every one of Stuart’s senses and he could have sworn he’d just come all over himself just by hearing the man speak for the first time.

Aaron had the audacity to laugh out loud and my head snapped around to face him, but the my brother’s features immediately got serious as he responded, “This is my little brother Stuart, the baby of my family, Da’s pride and joy. He is off limits, he is just here to learn about the community he’s interested in and I am making sure he learns about it safely.”

Stuart lowered his eyes while Aaron bristled at the man he called Reaper, but they snapped back up to look directly at the man, and a shocked little gasp escaped his mouth when he heard Reaper declare. “You are right that he is off limits because I fully intend to make him mine.”

Yep, I am sure my jaw unhinged as my chin hit the floor, and even Aaron gasped at the man’s bluntness. Shit is about to get real up in here.

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

(Reaper’s Bike)

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Stuart stood there with his bright green eyes opened as wide as saucers. His shocked gaze was held and firmly trapped by the larger than life predator in front of him. That was the only word that came to mind to describe the man in front of him. A lethal, deadly king of the jungle and he was the unsuspecting prey. If Stuart had to be more accurate, he would describe the sex god who was Reaper as the hypnotizing being he was named after, but only the sexier version that he would gladly follow in the depths of darkness even if it meant he was being led to his death.

Stuart didn’t know what to do. He didn’t even recall his surroundings, or the fact that his brother was standing just to left of him glaring daggers at their father’s Sergeant of Arms. If looks could kill, then Reaper would have been deader than dead, if something like that were even possible.

“Reaper, back the fuck up man…Ya could be Jesus reincarnated, I still would fuckin care. He is none of your business, so look elsewhere.” Aaron all but snapped in Reaper’s face, and I felt my face go thermonuclear. I still couldn’t get my brain to form a decent thought to save my god damned life, and the situation got even worse when people started scattering out of the way like roaches. That was all the warning I got before Patrick’s big, meaty fingers clamped around the back of my neck.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Patty’s voice boomed around the now silent room and Stuart finally broke the trance caused by Reaper’s unblinking gaze. He was more than mortified by now with everyone staring at the scene his siblings were causing with rapt attention. One would think you were in a tea room instead of a motorcycle club’s dungeon with the way all the rough and tough members were soaking up the drama. Stuart desperately began to pray for the ground to just open up and swallow him whole.

“Nothing…”

“Shut ya face!” Patty barked interrupting their sibling’s explanation mid word and Aaron’s head snapped back like Patty had smacked him across the face. “Reaper move on, my little brother is nowhere in your league, don’t even look at him, ya kinky fucker. Da’ will cut your nuts off and Ma’ will cook ‘em and force feed ‘em to ya. As for you.” He turned his arctic glare towards Aaron and Stuart watched as his brother tried to remain bad ass but the audible gulp gave away his nervous trepidation of their older brother. “I deal with you at home, the fuck you lost ya damn mind bring baby red down here on leather night.”

Galvanized and mortally embarrassed Stuart ripped himself out Patrick’s restraining hand and turned and glared at his brother’s with fire in his smoldering emerald eyes. “Will you give it a rest already. I’m not a god damned kid anymore. I wanted to be here and Aaron was trying to teach me about the side of this lifestyle that fascinates me. God, where do you get off all the time making me feel like I’m some kind of mindless kid or something that can’t make any decisions for myself.” Stuart ranted before his anger and frustration caused his feet to take flight and carry him as fast as they could out of the mortifying spectacle his brother’s had created.

Hot tears of shame burned the back of his eyes at the thought of what the sexiest man he has ever seen must think of him. He may have not had the time to exchange two words with the man, but damn did Reaper make an impression on him with only a glance from those sinful onyx orbs of his. Even if he had stood a chance with the man, it was all shot to shit now thanks to the ever present overprotectiveness of his brothers.

Stuart made it outside and as his feet hit the cold pavement of the sidewalk, he shrugged into his jacket. He zipped it up and tucked his hands into the deep pockets. He scanned the street before setting off at a brisk pace towards the subway station. He would have taken a cab, but he needed the time to clear his head and get his scattered thoughts under control. He knew his brother’s meant well. But how was he supposed to grow up and experience life without them smothering him all the time.

Making his way as fast as his feet could carry him towards the subway, Stuart’s heart kicked over when he heard the distinct roar of a powerful motorcycle in the distance. He looked around frantically for somewhere to hide off the beaten path. He could only imagine Patty pulling up beside him on the sidewalk and hauling him over his bike like the neanderthal he is just to make sure that he got Stuart home without a scratch on him. Well not today, he wasn’t in the mood to deal with any of his brothers anytime soon. They needed to realize he wasn’t a little kid anymore.

As the rumbling got closer, Stuart ducked into the narrow alleyway between the bakery and a music store. He threw his hoodie over his bright red hair and backed up into the shadows of the alley and prayed Patty didn’t see him before he had a chance to hide. Stuart knees almost gave out when the big bike and it’s helmeted rider flew past the entrance of the alley. He didn’t get a chance to identify the rider, the bike was moving too fast for him to catch nothing but the blur of whomever it was. He waited on baited breath until the sound of the powerful machine faded away altogether before poking his head out of his hiding spot and scanning both ways up and down the street.

With the coast clear, Stuart scurried back out onto the sidewalk and hot footed his way down the two blocks to the entrance of the subway. Stuart released a breath of relief when he turned the last corner to the stairs leading down the train, that was until he looked up and his startled green gaze met and was held captive by none other than Reaper’s wicked dark eyes.

He came to an abrupt halt right where he was standing as he warily watched the man who was currently leaning with his thick leather covered arms crossed over his massive chest against a beast of a machine like he hadn’t a care in the world. The man oozed nothing but pure, unadulterated dominance as he stood there devouring Stuart with his laser sharp gaze.

Stuart tried to swallow past the lump of apprehension firmly lodged in his throat as the man called Reaper kicked off his impressive bike and slowly made his way across the sidewalk to sand directly in front of Stuart. He had to crane his head backwards to look up into the man’s captivating face. Sweet Jesus, Reaper had at least two feet and about a hundred pounds over him, and it was all muscle. He was as big as Patty if not bigger.

Stuart couldn’t help but release a little whimper when Reaper leaned over and the scent of leather and clean man assaulted his senses. His cock jerked and his almost creamed himself when Reaper’s deliciously deep voice all but purred in his ear. “Tell me one thing sweet strawberry, did you not hear me back in the club when I said that you are mine. Meaning that you now belong to me.”

A wave of heat cascaded through his slender frame and pooled underneath his drawn up balls at the big man’s words. Stuart was sure that his face was as red as the traffic signal behind Reaper’s head. If he was honest with himself, just the mere thought of belonging to a man would make his every submissive fantasy come true. But on the other hand, the he didn’t know Reaper. He’d just met the man and already he was acting just like his alpha dominant brothers, and the last thing he needed in his life was someone else telling him what to do and shielding him from experiencing what the outside world had to offer.

It was time to take a stand damn it, and if he didn’t take one now, then he had a feeling that this man would walk all over his feelings just like his siblings did on daily basis. So up came his little chin and out puckered his plump pink bottom lip as he frowned and pouted up at the big beast. “Pardon me, but I belong to no one. I am my own person with my own ideas and thoughts. I am a human being with feelings, and I have a mind of my own thank you very much.” Stuart snapped and puffed up his chest a little feeling a sense of pride shooting through his already racing bloodstream at the thought of finally standing up for himself.

“Well, well. My little kitten has claws. Then it’s perfect for you that I like to be scratched every now and again.” Stuart shivered as Reaper’s firm lips brushed against his sensitive earlobe as the sex god whispered that decadent words as if he hadn’t heard a thing he’d just said.

Taking a tentative, but sure step backwards and way from temptation incarnate, Stuart tried his best to gain his bearings and clear his lust addled brain. He crossed his slender arms across his equally slender chest and frowned up at his father’s Sergeant of Arms. Before he could open his mouth to say anything, Reaper stepped forward and again invaded his personal space like he was affronted that Stuart tried to create the space between them in the first place. This time the big man had moved in much closer. So much so, that Stuart’s knees wobbled when he felt two thick, strong arms wrap around his narrow waist and he was surrounded by nothing but a mountain of huge hot man covered in leather smelling like decadent sin.

“With all that red hair and those gorgeous freckles beautiful, I am sure that you have a mind of your own and a will to back it up… I am not here to tell you what to do. I am here to make sure that you never want or need for anything. I am here to make sure that you feel safe and protected, and I am here to bring you pleasure behind your wildest dreams. The only thing I ask is that you obey me to the letter if and when I teach you how to please me.” Reaper growled and Stuart felt like he’d swallowed his tongue. He was still trying to catch his breath as his whole body went thermonuclear.

He couldn’t form a word to save his life as he watched Reaper step back with a smug smirk curving one side of those sinful lips. The man threw one of his tree trunk legs over his massive black and chrome bike and held out his big hand towards Stuart in a clear invitation to come to him. “Know your own mind and decide if you want to come with me or not, sweet strawberry.” Reaper said as he continued to hold out his long arm while Stuart dithered on the sidewalk.

Stuart wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do. On one hand this was his father’s SAA, he was sure even with Reaper’s cocky attitude that the man knew his father would erase him from the face of the Earth if anything happened to him, not to mention the vengeance of his mother and his brothers would bring down on his head. But on the other hand, he didn’t know the man at all, other than he wanted the big beast more than he’s ever wanted anyone or anything in his life. He was still undecided and chewing his bottom lip with indecision when the big fucker muttered the one sentence that he couldn’t resist.

“I dare you.”

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

(Fitness model, Reid Worthington as my idea of who Patrick Jr. Looks like.)

With half frozen fingers Stuart pushed his key into the lock and turned it. He opened the front door and quickly disabled the alarm protecting his family’s home and stepped into the darkened foyer and he was finally able to breathe out a sigh of relief. It wasn’t too late in the evening, and by the silence and lack of lights in the house, his parents haven’t returned from their date night as of yet. Maybe his luck will hold out and he’d be locked away and hopefully fast asleep before his brothers returned from leather night at the club. Stuart was in full avoidance mode. He quietly closed and locked the front door just in case someone was home and tiptoed his way over to the spiral staircase and made his way upstairs to the sanctuary of his bedroom.

He was bone tired and conflicted as hell, it had taken all he had not to put his hand in Reaper’s big paw and let the man carry him off into the night to do whatever he wanted to do to his body, mind, and soul. He’d been practically salivating for the sinful delights those dark eyes had promised it. The level of desperate need that overtook his senses had scared him. All he’d wanted to do was submit to the big man, to kneel at his feet, and beg for his attention. To unload all the burdens of his uncharted desires and just be swept away in the sinfully erotic heat that had burned bright in the man’s gaze. The decadent sin that big, muscular body Stuart had no doubt Reaper could deliver in toe curling, sheet shredding spades.

Stuart sighed yet again and shrugged out of his heavy outer jacket as he walked down the hall towards his bedroom and he used his foot to kick his room door open. He threw the coat on the nearest chair and reached over and flipped the light switch on the wall. The room was flooded with light and a shocked screech leaked past his lips as he spied Patrick’s big frame casually leaning on one of the huge pillars of his four poster bed. Stuart took one look at the brooding countenance on his brother’s face. Every nerve ending in his body went on high alert and tingled with the flight or fight response. It chose flight as Stuart suddenly spun on his heel and took off down the hall towards the stairs.

He took them two at a time and his heart pounded on his chest as he heard Patty’s heavy tread stomping down the stairs behind him.

“Oh no, baby boy. We are going discuss your little adventure into the wild side tonight.” The deep voice boomed behind him adding speed to his much shorter legs.

Stuart just managed to clear the bottom step when the front door opened and his mother stepped into the foyer and he skidded to an inelegant stop in front of her.

“Oh my word. Why are you running like the hounds of hell are after you?” She flustered as Stuart scurried behind her for protection. He didn’t even care that he bumped his father’s big body to the side who had entered the house right behind her.

“Maybe because he is.” Their father chuckled as he spied his oldest coming down the stairs. What’s going on here Junior?” Patrick Senior asked his eldest as he stepped off the last step onto the gleaming wood floor with a knowing smirk on his face as he closed the door and removed his coat.

“Patrick Sullivan McKillian are you being mean to your little brother?” Their mother asked with a bite of warning to her voice. “Thank you, dear.” She continued as handed her coat to their father’s outstretched hand before turning to glare at her eldest.

“No Ma…”

“Yes Mummy…”

Both Stuart and Patrick replied at the same time and Stuart stuck his tongue out at his older sibling from behind the safety of his mother’s back.

Patty rolled his glittering green eyes. “Real mature, baby Red.” He huffed and crossed his beefy arms across his wide chest.

“Well don’t make me repeat myself. Why are you here chasing Stuart down the stairs and not at the club? Where are the rest of your brothers?” Their father asked as he stepped around Stuart who was steadfast in staying behind their mother.

“Because I need to discuss something with Stuart about his reckless actions tonight and Aaron who spearheaded his foolishness is at the club along with Darren. Duncan his on his night shift residency at the hospital tonight.” Patty answered with his eyes firmly glued on his fidgeting little brother.

“Well that’s all well and good, but there is no need to terrorize Stuart. You guys are well past the stage of running rampant through the house like you have no home training. Now whatever it is you feel you must discuss with Stuart can wait until you are both calm enough to discuss the situation. Your father and I are going to bed.” Their mother stated with finality.

“Get back to the club and make sure the boys keep it in line.” His father instructed as he took their mother’s hand and led her towards the stairs. Stuart jumped and quickly followed them towards the steps just in case Patty had any ideas of dragging him off with him to say the words that must be burning in the back of his throat.

Patrick Senior was leading their mother up the stairs with a determined stride that told Stuart that they were going to bed, but it wasn’t to sleep. His slender body shuddered at the thought and he sincerely wondered if he should just try his luck with Patty and his brotherly lectures instead of being stuck at home with the lovebirds for the remainder of the night.

Stuart almost made it to his room after his parents closed their bedroom door. He felt a massive hand plant itself in the middle of his back and a shove propelling him through the door. Crap, he should have known he wasn’t going to escape Patty so easily. He just sighed in resignation and walked across the room to sit on the end of his bed to patiently wait for his over protective brother to get all riled up and get on with his warnings and advice.

“I know what you are thinking and I am not here to tell you what to do, but you’re wrong. I am here to make sure that you are not being coerced into doing something you don’t understand. The way Aaron fucks is no business of mine. Hell, I can even say that I’ve indulged in having a willing little sex slave begging for my dick at my feet. There is nothing wrong with that, but Reaper. He is hardcore, a Master Dominant, and he does play in the lifestyle. He lives it.” Patty stated as he leaned against my closed bedroom door.

Stuart decided to bite the bullet, if Patty wanted to go there, then he was going to take it there maybe then he can decide if he wanted to see the mesmerizing man again. “Look Patty, I get it. I understand the differences between people who just play for kicks and those who actually live the safe, sane, and consensual code of BDSM. It’s been something that I have been interested in for a while now, and Aaron picked up on it and dared me to do something about it.” He explained as he looked over at his much bigger brother.

“I wasn’t there tonight to meet anyone or even play. I was there to observe and learn, but of course you came along and scared everyone shitless as usual. As for Reaper…” Stuart paused not sure what he was going to say. His mind immediately conjured up the tantalizing image of the man and his world narrowed down to that single picture.

“Well, well…for fucks sake. It’s as bad as I thought it was. The look on your face. I might have to kill the sonofabitch after all.” Patty mumbled and Stuart snapped out of his head and frowned at his big brother.

“You will do no such thing. The man talked to me, or I should say you and Aaron for like two seconds. He didn’t do anything wrong.” Stuart huffed and crossed his arms defiantly across his slender chest. His plump bottom lip stuck out in a displeased pout that had Patty rolling his eyes in the utter helplessness.

Patty played the field, to him, a hole was a hole be it male or female. It all depended on whatever flavor he was feeling at the he needed to scratch his itch. He’d stepped outside of his protective big brother role for the first time tonight when he’d watched the utter captivation transform the hard planes on bad ass Reaper’s face to something softer just for a second as he zeroed in on Stuart. The poor innocent didn’t have a clue that he’d drawn the Devil’s attention to himself with his pretty little lamb being led to the slaughter looks. Patty would proudly admit that his much smaller sibling was easy on the eyes. Stuart was pretty for a boy, a pure and sweet little thing a dangerous man like Reaper would just want to spoil.

On the other hand, the Dominant in the man would make sure that Stuart’s every want and need was taken care of and his every wish fulfilled. It’s been years though since Reaper has taken a long term sub, but that didn’t stop the man from declaring to the entire club tonight that Stuart belonged to him. It had been a clear warning that Reaper meant to claim the boy. Patty knew that both he and his father trusted their Sergeant of arms and their CFO with their dual businesses and their very lives as Skulls brothers, but could he trust the man with his little brother’s heart?

Patty sighed in frustration and ran his long fingers through his already messy bright red waves, a hereditary trait all of his siblings shared with their effervescent mother. He was going to have words with Reaper before bringing this issue up to their father. Patty felt it deep in gut, and with dreamy the look Stuart’s face just now confirmed it. No matter what he said or what he did, Stuart was going to go to Reaper, or Reaper was going to seek him out. The fucker had verbally claimed Stuart in front of most of the brothers at the club, and like a tenacious fucking dog with a bone and what he knew of the man. Reaper wasn’t going to let go. Hell or high water, he was going to come for him . “Fucking Hell.” He thought. How did he miss it when baby Red grew up?

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

(Mckillian Construction executive offices)

Donovan Forbes walked into the lobby of the Construction Company’s office building, he nodded a greeting to the security guards before heading towards the bank of elevators. The company’s CFO was early as usual, but this morning he fully expected that by the time he made it upstairs to his office, he was going to have either Patrick Sr. or most likely Patrick Jr. waiting for him. Especially after the events at the club this weekend. Reaper still couldn’t believe that the flame haired beauty who had caught his sole focus was of all people, Patrick Sr, his boss, and his MC club president’s kid.

Shaking his head yet again as he recalled how he’d practically beaten his chest and outright claimed the boy like some prehistoric cavemen in front of everyone after he’d gotten an eyeful of Stuart in the dungeon. But fuck, the Dom in him couldn’t have stopped himself even if he’d wanted to, the stunning boy had stolen all reason and common sense from him the minute those emerald green eyes met his. Reaper, the hard ass tough as nails MC Sergeant losing his shit for a pretty face. The man has been a full member of the Skulls for close to eight years. If you counted from the days where he’s been only a prospect, then that would make it closer to ten years with the hardened fuckers. He only made the rank of Sergeant of Arms within the last three years.

Actually, he made Chief Financial Officer of McKillian Construction Incorporated before he’d received my SAA patch on his cut. The Skulls and the company where his life, his family, and his brothers. The strapping man he was today owed his Prez and his club nothing short of his very life. He’d first met Patrick Sr. jail no less. The cops had picked the biker up on some trump charge trying to tie the man to something they will never be able to prove in this lifetime or the next, and Donovan had been pinched trying to steal something to eat.

They had placed the red haired mammoth of a man in the same holding call where he was being held and he’d wondered how the biker could look so confident in jail of all places. He had shown not one iota of fear, a shred of nerves or a hint of anxiety. Donovan’s eyes had nearly popped out of my head when the man had told the cops to go fuck themselves. The younger man had sat there gaping when the ginger just kicked up his feet on the hard ass bench and went to sleep like he wasn’t in a holding cell full of all kinds of criminals. The man had the biggest balls that Donovan had ever witnessed up until this very day.

He had found myself scooting closer around the edges of he concrete wall wanting to get closer to someone with that level of confidence. It had been his first time in jail and as a scrawny gay kid looking the way he did when he was barely twenty-one, just being in there scared the ever living shit out of him. But there was this big ass ginger wearing a leather vest and ripped jeans with heavy black boots, and he was acting like he was right at home within the sickly gray walls of NYPD 5th precinct holding area. You could almost smell the fear and desperation leaking off the pimps, the wanna be ganstas, the druggies, and petty thieves oozing into the stale air, causing a perpetual stench to permeate the small, dank cell area.

The man had slept the afternoon away like he had been in his own bed in his own house. Donovan had managed to take a seat and fold into himself almost underneath the bench where the biker had laid down. He hadn’t stirred until the cops started banging on the bars making all kinds of noise. They had opened the doors and rushed the cell in pairs driving everyone to the side and the back of the room. Then they’d wheeled a cart inside and placed a tray of sandwiches, juices, and old looking fruit on the table before leaving and slamming the cage door back into place.

As hungry as he’d been, he recalled having the good sense not to move from where he’d been because chaos had ensued. It was like someone had put gold bars on the table the way the men had dived for the food. If Donovan had tried, he would have been trampled to death or they would have taken notice of him and made him do all kinds of things in order to get a morsel of food, and he would have rather starved to death before someone made him their bitch.

Yet again he’d been amazed by the big red haired man in the leather vest. While the men were fighting over the soggy sandwiches like rabid dogs, the biker calmly sat up just as he had calmly laid down. He’d glanced down at Donovan when his stomach growled and he had quickly looked away from the big man’s piercing green eyes. He didn’t want to seem like he was challenging the man or being too forward, and to his utter shame, the smell of the sandwiches had his stomach growling yet again, but the big man said nothing to him as he got to his feet and stretched his tall muscular frame.

He’s dropped his thick arms back to his side and sauntered off towards the table like he was at a back yard picnic. Donovan had watched wide eyed as people moved out of the biker’s way and made a path for him. When he got to the table, he guessed the big man didn’t like what he saw because his head had snapped up and he’d slowly glanced around the room causing people to lower their heads or balk outright as he caught their gaze. After another minute or two a few of the men stepped up and handed him wrapped sandwiches and unopened juice boxes.

When he had enough, he just nodded to the ones who parted with the extras and made his way back to the bench where he was still wedged in between it and the wall. Without a word the ginger had set everything on the seat closest to him before settling back on the bench. When Donovan didn’t move towards the food. He heard that deep tones of the biker’s voice thick with it’s Scottish lilt saying, “Eat ya fill kid. Ya look like ya need it.” With that said he propped himself back up and went back to sleep.

The elevator dinged and the small sound brought Reaper out of his memories as the lift doors opened on the 45th floor where the executive offices were housed. He stepped out and greeted their receptionist with a nod of his head. He turned left and pushed through the heavy glass doors and headed towards his office. He was surprised to see that it was empty when he opened the door. Reaper left the door opened because he knew that it wasn’t going to remain empty the closer the time got to 9 a.m. He was sure as the day Patrick Sr. took him under his wing that he was going to have words either or both of McKillian men this morning, and it definitely wasn’t going to be about business.

Taking a seat behind his desk, the CFO had to wonder why the youngest Mckillian had caught his eye. At first glance, the boy was simply stunning, but it wasn’t until Reaper had watched those expressive eyes light up with such intense curiosity and honest yearning as Aaron had pointed out different aspects of the lifestyle, and showed him people performing a variety of scenes. He had found himself almost compelled to be the one to introduce Stuart to the rewards one can gain from a meaningful BDSM relationship. The decision to pursue him was made when those expressive eyes caught his and the open interest and yearning in them called out to him like nothing else, he’d nearly tripped over his own feet in his haste to get to the pretty little thing.

Already knowing exactly who the boy was hadn’t deterred him in the slightest. He’d always heard about the sheltered youngest McKillian. Reaper had always listened to Patrick Sr. proudly go on and on about the boy’s every achievement. He understood that the kid had a rough start in life when he was born really premature and for some reason, in his mind, he’d always pictured him as a fragile, breakable, sickly little thing who always needed constant protection from this cruel ass world by his family.

He was surprised and more than pleased when he saw the gorgeous specimen that greeted him when he had walked into the dungeon that night, a sweet shy young man that he’d wanted to carry off into the night and claim him over and over again, and when Reaper had heard Stuart’s soft voice for the first time in front of the subway’s entrance he knew he was hooked. The boy shown him that he had a backbone when he refused to go off into the night with him and despite the sting of rejection, Reaper found that he had liked that very much.

Hell, all the guys, the old timers had only added to the image Reaper had his my head about Stuart. So to see him after thinking he was sickly and with the boys here in the offices and at the club have vowed to protect not just the entire McKillian clan but especially the baby of the bunch because of how overprotective Prez was of him, it was like a shock to my system.

The Prez has never brought Stuart around the office and he couldn’t recall ever seeing him hanging around the club or being introduced as a prospect to work his way through the ranks just like his brothers had to. Patrick Jr. And Aaron had to work to gain their positions with the crew just like everyone else. Just because they were the princes of the McKillian clan didn’t mean that they were treated any different or received special privileges with both the business and the club.

Sitting behind his desk, Donovan praised his assistant, god bless her efficient heart. She had his coffee already on my desk and he was in the process of reaching for the steaming mug when there was a light tap on his open office door. He had to grin when he looked up to see his mentor and his boss leaning his huge muscular frame on the door jam staring at Donovan with those piercing cat eyes with a smug smirk on his handsome face. He had to admit that the years have been kind to Patrick Sr. The man was still as striking now, even more so than when he’d first laid eyes on him in the concrete room of the jailhouse almost fifteen years ago. The big ginger still ruled the construction world and the Motor cycle club with an iron fist. He was never one or will ever be someone you fucked with and lived to tell the tale.

“Well good morning boss, come on in, you want me to tell Michelle to get you a coffee or something?” he asked as the big man waved him off and stepped into his CFO’s office, closing the door behind himself.

“Cut the crap Donovan. You know why I’m here. Tell me why I shouldn’t cut your dick off and stuff it down your throat. You maybe the one I want watching my back at all times and I trust you implicitly, but making a move on my son will not endear you to my heart. You are a sadistic kinky fucker, I’ve heard the tales and do you think hearing how you claimed my boy would sit well with me?” The man calmly took a seat and crossed one leg over the other. He pinned me to my seat with his gaze alone.

A frisson of fear shivered down Reaper’s spine until the father of his love interest continued. “Now with that being said. I also know more about being a Dominant than you young lads think I do. I hear that you are one of the best Dominants from the rumor mill around the club. I know which one of you boys plays by the rules because you truly respect the lifestyle and which one plays just get their rocks off by having something willing young hang arounds sucking ya’lls dick and making ya’ll feel like Masters of the Universe. But I need to just know one thing.” He said before tilting his head to the side and staring Reaper right in the eye. “Do you intend to have a serious relationship with my son, if he is into the lifestyle, or are you just looking to fuck him?”

Damn, talk about straight forward. This man knew me better than he knew himself. The big Scot had plucked him out of the gutter, fed him, trained him, educated him and turned him into the man he is today literally. Reaper would never disrespect this man or put his job, the relationship with his brothers in the club or their legit and not so legit businesses on the line if he’d only wanted to get with Stuart for a quick fuck. For some reason, Reaper wanted the boy like he has never wanted anyone else in the world. He needed the opportunity to explore those reasons, he needed to get to know Stuart and have him get to know and trust him as a man and maybe later as his Dom. In his heart and in his mind, it’s just that simple for him.

“Pat, you know better than to ask me that. I would never fuck up my life and of your son for a quick fuck, not to mention that I’d loose your respect and the respect of our brothers over it. There is something about Stuart that just calls to me and I just want to get to know him and see if I can be someone he needs.” He explained and as awkward as this situation seemed, discussing a potential relationship with the parent of the guy he’s interested in, his MC President for gods sakes. But he’d expected nothing less, seeing exactly who the little beauty’s parents are, he had to. He’s just happy the man is giving him a chance and didn’t gun him down at first given opportunity.

Still Reaper was wary and watchful as the big man gracefully got to his feet and buttoned his impeccable designer suit jacket. He didn’t miss the flash of the man’s firearm tucked in it’s holster at his side. “Good then, I’m glad we had this talk. I’ll tell Junior to have the guys fill that gap under the 79th street building foundation with concrete. For a minute there your name was written all over that hole. Don’t make me regret it. Don’t fuck with my boy’s heart, don’t hurt him, and if you ever make him cry for anything other than happiness you won’t have to worry about me. You’ll have to deal with that boy’s Ma, and she makes me look like a lightweight when it comes to her boys, trust and believe me on that.”

Reaper could only blink at the man as he walked him to the door. He knew his Prez was serious as a heart attack. He didn’t doubt it for one minute, but he had to bite his lip to contain his laughter as Patrick Sr. started grumbling about having to have this talk in the first place. Sex and relationships…Muttering about BDSM involving his kids was TMI at his age. The big man continued his grumbling tirade all the way down the hall to his own office suite.

Ducking back into his own office, Reaper called for Michelle to bring him a fresh cup of coffee and for all his calls to be held until further notice. Now that he didn’t have to worry about being shot if he showed up at the McKillian’s door. He had a mother to woo and an evening to plan with a certain pretty little red head. He did promise Stuart that he was going to be seeing him again real soon, and he didn’t want to be seen as a liar.

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

(Tribute to the late and great Prince…Baby I’m A Star)

His bike rumbled powerfully underneath him as Reaper pulled up to a stop in front of the McKillian mansion. He’d already deduced that his Prez was keeping true to his word about allowing him to see Stuart on his terms. Security at the gates of the well to do neighborhood had let him in without a problem. Not that they’ve given him any in the past when he came to see the bossman whenever he needed or he was summoned to the Prez’s home. Although those instances have been few and far in between, they usually conducted their business in the corporate office or in the club.

Reaper’s visit today had nothing to do with the bossman or club business. This visit is very personal, He’s fulfilling his promise to a certain stunning little redhead who is destined to belong to him. Cutting the motor, Reaper swung his thick leg over the bike and straightened his leather cut before grabbing the bouquet of orchids he’d picked up for Mama McKillian on the way to the Mckillian’s home. As he walked up the steps to the house he faintly heard music spilling out from the inside and wondered if the family was having some kind of get together. There were no cars in the driveway or up and down the street, so maybe the siblings were having some kind of party on their own.

Spying the little illuminated doorbell on the wall, the biker stuck out his beefy finger and pushed it. He couldn’t hear the chyme of the bells over the music, but he waited patiently for someone to answer the door. He was about to ring the bell again when the door was ripped open and a stressed out, wild eyed looking Aaron answered. Prince’s, ‘Baby I’m A Star” blasted out from the interior of the house before Aaron stepped outside on the porch with him and closed the door behind himself.

They both stood there for a minute. Reaper holding a bunch of flowers in a meaty fist and Aaron was standing in front of him with his wide shoulders slumped, with his hands on his hips. His head was bowed in defeat and he let go a mighty sigh before holding his head up and looking Reaper straight in the eye.

“Do you have any younger siblings? Any that are spoilt rotten by your parents and can get away with murder because your mama would peel the skin off your face if you touched one hair in their annoying ass head?” He asked in all seriousness.

Reaper had to bite his lips to keep from laughing at the look of pure disgust on Aaron’s face. He could only assume that the musical interlude was Stuart’s way of trying to annoy his brothers to death without actually pestering them outright. “Um…No, I was an only child.” He responded. He really didn’t want to go into the miserable details of his childhood with anyone other than with the bossman who already knew all about his upbringing.

Aaron slapped a heavy hand on the club’s SAA shoulder. “Then count yourself blessed man. My sweet as spun sugar little brother has been up to his antics ever since Ma left the house for her evening plans with friends over three hours ago.” He continued by slapping a big hand over his heart and mimicked his mother words. “And make sure you and Patty don’t bully Stuart while I’m gone. Darren’s at the library and will be back later. So that leaves you, Patty, and Stuart until I get home. I don’t want a repeat of the other night.”

Slapping a hand over his mouth, Reaper had to take a minute not to laugh out loud at the put out expression on the other man’s face. Their family dynamics certainly seemed interesting. It was going to be fun to watch it up close and personal. He’s never been a part of a family unit before, so this is all new to him. The MC club has been the closest Reaper’s ever come to having a family. His brothers in the Skull Master’s Motorcycle Club were just that, his brothers, and his leader and club President was like a father figure to all of them.

Patrick Senior punished them when they fucked up and praised and rewarded them when they didn’t. Everyone looked out for everyone in the club and those who mattered to the brothers were looked out for as well. It didn’t surprise Reaper at all that the McKillian clan was a close knit family, especially after the way the over protective brothers acted when he’d made his intent clear towards his boy the night he’s met Stuart.

“Since you’re here with flowers and all, you might as well make yourself useful. This should be interesting.” Aaron stated with a mischievous glint in his eye as he once again opened the door and the music blared out into the neighborhood. It seems like Stuart had the song on repeat, and Reaper could easily see how irritating it could be. He loved Prince and all but playing it over and over again could and would get tired real quick.

Aaron ushered his club’s brother inside and looked up the stairs from where the music filtered down into the rest of the house. “Here let me take those. I assume they’re for my Ma.” The redhead stated as he held his hand out for the bouquet of flowers.

Reaper nodded his head and handed the flowers over. He wasn’t sure if Stuart could hear anything over the heavy guitars and bass of the song, but he didn’t want to take a chance. Reaper wanted the little beauty to be utterly surprised by his appearance in the McKillian’s home.

“Huh, you sure got fuckin’ balls.” Came the deep rumbling reply from behind the biker.

Reaper turned around to see Patrick Junior leaning against the archway leading into the elegantly appointed formal seating area of the house.

“Big fucking, hairy ones.” Reaper greeted his VP.

Patty smiled and nodded his approval before he voiced. “Fine then, you claimed him, you take him in hand.” He stated as he swept his large arm towards the stairs. “If you can get him to shut off that fucking song, Aaron and I will owe you big time. If you can curb, THE BRAT, you’ve got my undying devotion.” Patty explained after yelling, ‘the brat,’ up the stairs.

Reaper was getting ready to respond when the music suddenly turned down and a mutinous little voice chirped. “Mama said no name calling!” Then the volume was cranked even louder and Patrick visibly winced and threw his hands over his ears.

Jesus, it took all Reaper had not to collapse into a fit of laughter right there in the McKillian’s elegant foyer. Aaron just rolled his eyes and stalked off to another part of the house carrying the flowers while shaking his head.

“Like I said, if you can take him in hand. Beautiful, more power to ya man. I talked to my father and he told me about ya’lls little chat the other day, and that he’s kosher with you and my little brother getting together. But brother or no brother man. If you hurt my brother’s feelings or break his heart. Imma hand feed you your fucking big, hairy balls. Ya feel me?” Patty warned. Right then he was the undisputable bad ass Vice President of the Skulls and even worse, a protective big brother of his adored sibling. Despite the fact that said little brother was trying to drive his brothers into the nut house.

Reaper placed one fist over his heart and held out the other to his brother. Patty stood there for a minute and stared Reaper down letting the man know that he was serious as Death before he repeated his club member’s stance and pounded his fist against Reaper’s outstretched one.

“Third door to the left at top of the stairs.” Was all he said before he disappeared down the same hallway Aaron had gone down earlier.

A smug smile curved Reapers lips as he squared his massive shoulders and walked over to the stairs. The song got louder and louder as he climbed the stairs to the second floor of the house. He followed Patty’s instructions right to the open door of Stuart’s room. He took the precaution of glancing around the corner of the door frame only to be thoroughly amused by the sight of Stuart standing on the edge of the bed playing air guitar with his eyes closed and banging his head like a rock star. His curtain of bright red hair whipping back and forth all over his head.

Reapers balls tightened and his cock jerked in appreciation behind the zipper of his riding leathers at the sight. Stuart was completely unaware of his presence as he continued to rock out to his chosen song. The slender little cutie was wearing nothing but pair of loose gray sweatpants that hung off his narrow hips in just the right way. His upper torso was completely bare, and his perfectly pale skin illuminated by the lights glowing over his head in his room.

The biker took a minute to scan the neat area surrounding his boy. The massive four poster bed that gave him all kinds of ideas involving rope and padded leather cuffs. Not that he’d even attempt such a thing under the Prez’s roof. He very much wanted to keep all his body, namely his dick right where it was. His eyes flicked back to the gyrating body on the bed before he stealthily made his way across the room to the blaring stereo system. He studied it for a second before finding the power button and with one touch the room and what seemed like the entire house went eerily silent.

Reaper turned to face the bed with a smug smile plastered to his face when he heard a shocked little gasp and the thud of Stuart landing on his sexy little ass on the end of the mattress.

“God bless you man. But remember dude, keep that fuckin door open. There’s no sex in baby red’s room.” Aaron’s voice hollered from downstairs and to Reaper’s delight, the little beauty’s face ignited almost as red as the gorgeous mane of hair on his head.

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Stuart watched wide eyed as the big man prowled his way over towards him like a stalking predator. He couldn’t have moved if his life depended on it. He was so mesmerized by the sexy and sin biker. A whimper escaped his throat as Reaper leaned down into his personal space causing him to lean back in order to look into those hypnotizing dark eyes.

“I told I’ll be back precious, and here I am. I’ve come for you.” The man’s warm breath whispered over the shell of his ear, as Stuart inhaled the scent of leather mixed with expensive cologne and underlined with the smell of clean man. It was an intoxicating mix.

Stuart’s entire body shuddered from head to toe. His cock immediately filled to capacity and his vision blurred as he swore that he’s just come all over himself. Fuck, he had nowhere to run and absolutely no excuses or witty comebacks. Reaper had thrown him completely off balance and he had no idea how to react to his current situation. His brothers were obviously not going to come and handle it for him since the bastards had let the man into the house. Maybe he shouldn’t have taken the tribute to Prince as far has he had. He gulped as he focused back on the man representing sin incarnate only mere inches away from his face. Oh help, what is he supposed to do now?

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

(Stuart Mini Cooper Coupe)

Stuart’s mind slowly rebooted itself even though his body was still firmly pressed against the sinfully, sexy badass biker currently leaning over him. The man had made good on his promise and Stuart realized that he had two options in this situation. The first option was to submit and let the big biker continue to befuddle his brain with nothing but his appearance and a devilish smile, or he could do a little dazzling of his own. Make the Dominant work for it. Option one held no appeal for Stuart, as much as he liked surprises. He didn’t like feeling out of his depth, and Reaper for some reason liked to throw him off balance at his every given opportunity.

His second option was becoming more and more enticing as he thought about it. He was a Mckillian after all, and his family were leaders, not followers. It was time to take this sexy mountain of a man for the ride of his life. If Reaper truly wanted him, then he was going to have to do a lot better than popping up out of the blue. It was time to give his father’s sergeant a taste of his own medicine.

Stuart took a deep breath to center himself. He was fully aware of the warm tingles shivering over the surface anywhere his skin touched the man hovering above him with a sexy expectant smirk curving Reaper’s kissable lips. A devious smile crossed Stuart’s face as he locked his determined gaze and immedaitely getting caught up in the swirling black depths Reaper’s eyes. He suddenly shifted and wrapped his slender legs around the man’s waist. Stuart climbed the big bastard like a tree and threw his arms around Reaper’s neck and dove in for the kill.

He barely had time to revel in the victory of pulling a surprised gasp out of the biker, because it was like an explosion of molten lava when Stuart crashed his lips against Reaper’s. It took a few seconds before the big man responded, and fuck if that response didn’t nearly have Stuart creaming himself right there and then.

Reaper had tilted his head to the side to angle their joined lips better and from there on the Dominant made his presence known by taking over the lead almost immedaitely. Stuart found himself lying flat on his back and pressed into his plush mattress by the much bigger body covering him from head to toe. He felt every swipe of Reaper’s tongue against his bottom lip and he could do nothing other than obey the demand for entry. He parted his lips, entrance granted.

A whimper of pure desire escaped Stuart’s throat as Reaper’s talented tongue explored every inch of his mouth. Fire pulsed in his balls and hardened the length of his cock. He was so lost in the other man that it took him a minute for him to register the loss when Reaper suddenly growled and pulled away from him. The younger man’s chest heaved as he tried to suck in the much needed air onto his depleted lungs. He watched as the biker reached into his back pocket and pulled out a sleek cell phone. The thing was vibrating like crazy and Reaper swiped his finger across the screen before shouting his name at the device.

Stuart listened to his father’s deep voice as he simply ordered Reaper to come to the club immediately. His Da expaining that they had a situation to handle. Reaper gave a one word answer and swiped a thick finger over the screen before piercing Stuart in place with those bottomless dark orbs. He reached out and picked up Stuart’s limp hand off the bed and placed the hand palm down over the hard ridges of his very generous, well endowed , leatehr covered cock.

“Hmm…That was unexpected but delicious, sweetness. Feel what you do to me.” Reaper leaned over and whispered. His lips barely brushing over Stuart’s causing him to have a full body shudder underneath the weight of the much bigger man. “I gotta go baby, but make no mistake, I’ll be back as soon as I can. We have unfinished business, you understand?” He asked and Stuart nodded his head. His mind wasn’t working properly enough to form the words he wanted to say. He wanted to tell Reaper to be careful. He wanted to tell him that he’ll be waiting for him when he is finished with whatever it is his father needed the biker for, but he remained mute. Stuart just petted the big man’s chest before Reaper threw his muscled bulk away from Stuart an levered himself off the bed.

He made a show of adjusting his impressive erection in his riding leather and he gave Stuart a wink before he sauntered out of his room like he owned it. He heard the beep of the alarm as the front door opened and closed and Stuart hopped off the bed with lightning speed and raced over to his bedroom door. He’d just managed to slam the door closed and flip the lock just as he heard one of his brother’s heavy footsteps hit the top of the stairs.

“You can’t hide forever Baby Red. There was a whole lot of silence going on up here just a minute ago.” He heard Aaron taunting him from the other side of the panel. He was about to answer when he heard Patty’s commanding tone booming up to the second floor from downstairs. He was cursing and telling Aaron to move his ass because they were needed at the club.

He listened as Aaron’s hurried down the steps and once again the beep from the house alarm sounded as his brother’s rushed through the front door. Stuart was under no delusions about what his family’s undeground businesses entails, especially the MC club. For every legitimate business deal, he was sure there were just as many shady ones as well. His family has done and will always do what they needed to do in order to survive and thrive the best they can, and Staurt refused to apologize for any of it. It’s true that his father and the MC club was leaning more and more towards the legal side of things now a days, and many of their rivals think that his father was showing signs of weakness. Little did they know that the club was stronger than ever with Patrick Jr. And his shrewd mind at Da’s side.

Curisoty was all but burning in Stuart’s gut, and it was driving him crazy. Never before had he been interested in seeing what goes on at the club meetings. He never wanted to know what the brothers talked about and how they plotted out their business or anything of the sort. Things have changed with Reaper’s involvement in all of it. The man wanted him and he wanted the big biker. His brother’s and more importantly his father must have condoned Reaper’s pursuit of him. Otherwise the man wouldn’t have so much made it up the driveway, much or less into his bedroom.

Stuart rushed into his walk-in closet to change his clothes. He needed to hurry because if his mother came home, there is no way he would be able to satisfy his curisoty. Hell would freeze over before she let him out of the house to go to the club. He’d have to tell her where he was going and not for the life of him, was he ever able to lie to that woman. No matter how he’s practiced and governed everything from the tone of his voice to his facial features, she’d always, always caught him and his brother’s in a lie. He was sure the woman wasn’t fully human. She had to have had some sort of gene splicing somewhere along the line with another advanced intelligent lifeform and she was a species all on her own.

He’d just finshed zipping up the zipper on his black hoodie when Stuart grabbed his car keys, cell phone, and his wallet from his dresser. He rushed to unlock his bedroom door and headed downstairs towards the multi vechile garage. Having his baby tonight gave him the freedom he needed to dodge the men in his life if need be. Stuart’s Mini Cooper Couple. It was all black, with a silver roof. What tickled him the most about the cute little car was the silver British flags painted on his rearview mirrors. He always felt so Austin Powers when zipping through the streets in his beloved car.

Stuart engaged and armed the house alarm before slipping into his car and backing out of the garage. He made sure the garage door slid securely to the ground before navigating the driveway and making his way onto the his neighborhood street. Once he made it out of the private community and onto the main road, he relaxed knowing that there wasn’t a chance he was going to run into his mother before he made his escape.

The drive to the cub was incident free and he slipped his car into a curbside parking the space a half a block down the street from his father’s club entrance. He wondered if they were going to give him a hard time getting into the club. He had no idea why Reaper and his brother’s were called in. He wondered if it was business as usual in the main club or did they lock down the place to deal with whatever they needed to deal with. There’s only one way to find out, and Stuart got out of his car, activated the alarm, and made sure his baby was secure before hurrying off down the sidewalk.

He saw the club doors open and close a few times, and he heard the bass of the music filtering out into the night air as the members drifted inside and the doors closed behind them. It was business as usual as it seemed and Stuart breahted another breath of fresh air. He squared his slim shoulders, fluffed out his mane of hair behind him, and strutted towards the doors like he didn’t have a care in the world. The same two no neck, beefy bouncers were at the door from the last time he visited the club n Aaron’s dare. Only this time he got pleasant smiles from both men and no snide comments or tacky flirting as they just opened the door and ushered him inside.

Score one for the Mckillian fake it to make it swagger. Stuart wasted no time as he looked through the bar area for his brothers and Reaper. He didn’t see them so he headed to the hallway leading to his father’s office. He made it as far as turning the corner before another of his father’s men blocked his path.

“This is a private area kid. Turn around and head back to the main club.” The beefy biker growled his warning and Stuart sized him up from underneath his thick lashes. He wondered if the man was obtuse or blind. Stuart’s bright red hair alone should have given him away who he was related to, but he guessed he was going to have to spell it out for the big guy.

“I’m here to see my dad, so I suggest you let me pass or I can’t be responsible for what he or my brothers do to ya for disrespecting me.” Stuart warned with a sweet smile curving his lips. He had to bite his bottom lip at the man’s actions. The guy had actually leaned forward and looked him right in the face like he was seeing him standing there for the first time. The biker’s eyes almost bugged out of his head. Stuart had never seen someone with that much bulk and muscles move so fast.

The biker shuffled out of his way without another word and Stuart continued on his way. He was about to raise his hand and knock on his father’s office door when a noise caught his attention furhter down the hallway. He stopped and listened for it again, even with the volume of the club music severely lowered he still strained to hear what was going on. Then, he heard it again, a gut wrenching scream followed by a string of curses.

Stuart’s feet started moving towards the sound before he gave it a conscious thought. He was so far in the back of the club, he no longer heard the music, nor did he see the bouncer guarding the hallway. The further he went was the clearer his father’s gravelly voice became. Goosebumps morphed over the surface of his skin when a cry of sheer agony once again pierced the otherwise quiet hallway.

“Damn, maybe this wasn’t a good idea.” Stuart thought as he heard his father’s voice patiently ask someone if they were ready to cooperate with him.

Stuart wanted to turn around and at least go back into the cub until his dad or his siblings made an appearance, but for some reason his feet wasn’t agreeing with that scenario. They continued to take him towards the doorway where his father’s questions and the screams were originating from. It was like he was being split in two. His common sense was telling him to go back to the main area while his morbid curiosity was telling him to take a quick peek, just to see what was going happening to cause a man to scream like that.

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

(Reaper’s Daggers)

Stuart slowly inched towards the door with his heart pounding away in his chest. He couldn’t believe a human being was capable of making the noises that were coming from that room. From listening to this father’s words, it seemed that the unfortunate soul being tortured in that room because he’d stolen from the brotherhood. He heard another grunt followed by a spine tingling scream and then Stuart heard his father’s booming voice as it echoed for Reaper to stop whatever it was he was doing to the man.

Stuart’s feet came to a dead stop in front of the door when he heard a chair scrape across the concrete floor, followed by heavy footsteps stomping across the concrete towards the middle of the room. With his curiosity surely peaked he silently leaned forward and stuck his head through the gap in the door to see what was going on. The youngest McKillion nearly recoiled in horror at the sight that greeted him. A barely upright shirtless man was chained to the ceiling with his arms above his head. The chains were attached to some industrial size metal hoops bolted into the beams above his head.

The thief’s torso was covered in blood, cuts, and bruises. His mouth looked like a couple of his teeth were knocked out. His father was standing in front of the man. Patty and Aaron stood behind his father off to the side, and they looked just as calm, but fiercely intimidating as their parent did. But it was Reaper that drew all of his attention. The man was dressed in his leathers, a leather vest, and leather gloves. He looked exactly as he’s been named, a true harbinger of misery and death. He held two wicked looking curved daggers in each hand. His massive arms and his chest was covered in blood and his long black hair flowed freely down his wide back.

It was the look on the SAA face that sent chills running up and down Stuart’s spine. Reapers eyes, those deep black orbs that had drawn him in so passionately, that had gazed at him so gently were completely blank. They were like a vortex that’ll suck you into nothingness. Stuart studied the man that had aroused such fire in him, and he found that he wasn’t scared of what he was witnessing. This was the man behind the mask and if he was going to accept Reaper’s advances, and learn how to please the man, then he was going to accept the man for who is, all of him. He was his father’s business associate, his right hand, and in this business sometimes that hand had to get dirty.

Still Stuart jumped when his father barked a question at the drooping, bleeding traitor about the whereabouts of his money. The man’s garbled response didn’t seem to please his father, because the men in the room smirked wickedly as his father wiped the back of his soiled hand on a pristine white handkerchief he’d pulled from his pocket. No doubt that piece of material wasn’t going to make it home to Ma’s laundry bin.

“So be it then, Reaper continue.” His father’s words clearly rang out around the barren room.

Stuart couldn’t have moved from the spot where he was positioned even if someone had told him the building was on fire. He heard the lethal promise of Reapers daggers scraping against each other as the man crossed his massive arms and slowly walked around the trembling victim in front of him. A gasp ripped from Stuart’s mouth when Reaper’s arm slashed out as quick as a viper’s strike, and slashed a gaping wound across the man left shoulder. Blood splurted across the floor and almost landed on Patrick’s boot. Nobody in the room other than the dangling, moaning man even flinched.

Reaper slowly stalked around the suspended man until he came to stop directly in front of him. There was no emotion whatsoever showing on his handsome face as he slashed his daggers together once again to make that ominous metal on metal scraping sound. The tortured man’s body jerked at the sound and he began sobbing and blabbering at the same time. His words were a garbled mess trying to come out of his damaged mouth.

Like a choreographed dance, Stuart continued to watch as Reaper stood back and Patty stepped forward. He watched his sibling lean forward and clutch the man’s throat. He man continued to talk as his body writhed against his bindings. Stuart couldn’t make out the words, he didn’t want to, all he knew was that his sole focus was now on Reaper. The man who was set and determined to make Stuart belong to him, and damn, despite the blood and gore in the room he wanted Reaper more than ever.

He was practically drooling at the bad ass picture the man presented as he calmly stood there like a dark enforcer, complete with wicked black daggers in each hand. He knew he shouldn’t be so turned on by the sight of someone being tortured and near death, and he wasn’t. Stuart was completely hard for the man and the aura of pure dark, powerful strength cloaking around him like a well worn blanket.

“Stuart, what are ya’ doin here boy!” Stuart jumped at his father’s heavily accented demand. The room had gone absolutely still and every eye except the accused thief’s was staring directly at him.

Stuart decided he had to options here. He could cut tail and run home straight to his Ma, who would no doubt protect him from his father’s wrath and his brother’s as well, or he could man up and show them that the youngest McKillon had a backbone too. He could strutt in there and make them see that he wasn’t some wilting flower that needed to be coddled all the time. Stuart decided on option two for the main reason that he wanted his father’s and brother’s respect. He wanted Reaper to see and understand that he was more than okay with all sides of the man. He wanted him to understand that seeing him do what he does for the MC club isn’t something that the man needed to hide from him in order to protect his sensibilities.

So, Stuart squared his slender shoulders and pushed the door wide open before he stepped into the room. He made sure to avoid the gory bits of blood on the floor as he made his way over to his shocked father’s side and gingerly sat on the arm of the chair where his father was currently perched.

“Hey Da, I just wanted to stop by and see what was so important that you pulled Patty and Aaron out of the house on such short notice.” He replied with what he hoped was nonchalance. He avoided glancing towards Reaper and giving away his current state of mind to his family.

His father flicked his wrist and Patty immediately whipped out his cell phone and made a call. Reaper turned and walked off through the doorway on the other side of the room. Patty had barely disconnected from his call before a pair of beefy bikers entered the room and promptly unchained the man and letting him drop heavily onto the cold concrete floor. They unceremoniously dragged the whimpering man away. Stuart’s father motioned for him to get to his feet when another set of men wearing rubber water boots and waterproof aprons entered the room carrying coiled water hoses. He figured out they must be the so called cleaners.

He followed obediently behind his parent with Patty and Aaron flanking his back. They made the twists and turns through the corridors and upstairs until they reached their dad’s office. Stuart was ushered inside and shown a seat in front of his father’s massive desk.

“First and foremost, does your Ma know that you’re here?” His parent asked as he took a seat behind his desk leaving his brothers standing at either side like two ginger haired sentinels.

Stuart shook his head in response to his father’s question, and had to bite his lip in order to hold in the amused chuckle threatening to burst free at his dad’s obvious heartfelt sigh of relief.

“Good, good boy. Now tell me what in the Sam’s Hell ya doin’ in here and watchin’ the things ya saw jus’ now.” The man asked him and Stuart already knew that he had to thread lightly because his father’s accent only became more pronounced on two occasions. One, when he’s pissed and two, when he’s trying to cajole his mother into forgiving him for something he’s done to displease her.

Stuart peeked up from underneath his lashes to see if his brothers were going to give him any kind of help, but from the way they were glaring at his bent head, it was obvious that they were wondering the same thing as their Da.

He blew out a nervous breath and decided to just tell the truth. His father, like his mother seemed to be another species altogether with the superpower of catching their children in a lie. “Um…you see Da, what had happened was…Reaperwasvisitingmewhenyoucalled.” Stuart choked out the entire sentence on one breath before his father interrupted him.

“Humph, you mean to tell me that Reaper was with you when I called, and you wanted to know what’s so important for me to drag ya man away from ya?” His father asked with a smug grin on his face.

Stuart heard his brothers snickering in the background and he swore his face must have turned at least a hundred shades of red before he nodded his head at his father.

“Well know, seein’ I dragged ya man away from ya, why don’t ya go find him. But before ya go, I hope what ya saw here tonite don’t have no ill effects on ya’. It is what it is boy, nobody steals from me or the club. Reaper does what he needs to do to ensure that, don’t go holdin’ nuthin’ against the man, and for the love of god don’t go mentioning ya presence here tonight to your Ma.” He stated and again Stuart nodded his head like a bobble head before he got up from the chair. Aaron came to his side with a knowing look on his face.

“Come on squirt. I’ll take you to Reaper. He must be done cleaning up by now.” His brother stated as he led him from the room. Before Aaron had a chance to close the office door Stuart almost choked on his own tongue when he heard his father holler out.

“There’ll be no public sex a goin’ on down there between you and Reaper ya’ hear.”

“Jezzzus!!!” Stuart muttered as he slapped both hands over his flushed face. He was sure his cheeks had gone thermonuclear as Aaron guffawed all the way to the private rooms at the back of the club.

His brother tapped on the door at the end of the hall and Stuart fidgeted until the door was thrown open with a deep voice barking out, “What?”

“Damn, slow ya damn roll man. I brought you a pretty little package. Make sure you take care of it or Da will have ya balls.” Aaron chuckled before he stepped aside to reveal a pouting Stuart.

“You’re really full of jokes today aren’t ya?” Stuart groused at his brother before turning to face Reaper and his breath caught in his throat. The man was standing there wearing nothing but a pair of low slung pair of leathers. Stuart’s actually had to bring his hand up to his mouth to make sure he wasn’t drooling as his eyes drank in the solid expanse of the man’s chest. His gaze followed the sparse trail of hair over his the ridges of his sculpted abdomen. Reaper’s pronounced V indentations made his cock swell to capacity. He didn’t even notice when Aaron sauntered off back down the hall, chuckling as he went.

“Eyes up here sweetness.” Reaper deep baritone purred close to his ear and Stuart’s eyes snapped back up to the man’s face. It was like a 360 degree difference looking into the heated depths of the man’s eyes than from the vortex of nothingness he’s witnessed downstairs in that concrete room.

Stuart’s blood raced through his veins as he took the hand Reaper extended out him and he was gently tugged into the room. The sound of the door closing behind him just ramped him up all the more. He wasn’t sure what was coming next, but they way in which his body, namely his cock was strumming with it excitement, it seemed like it was telling him it was all for it.

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

(Reaper’s private room at the club)

Trying to calm his raging hormones, Stuart focused his attention on the room’s decor rather than on Reaper’s sculpted body. Reaper’s private space in the club was about the size of his own bedroom at home. It was lighting was dark except for the luminous purple glow coming from the sparsely placed overhead lights around the room. There was a black leather sectional with a matching ottoman, coffee table, and rug in one corner. There were also a two dark wood armoires lined up against the opposite wall. A large flat screen television was mounted on the wall along with a few pieces of graphic artwork. Other than that, the room had a very serene but intimate feel to it.

“Make yourself comfortable sweetness while I haul on some pants.” Reaper’s deep voice reached out to him as the man waved him over towards the large sectional sofa.

Stuart nodded and immediately made his way to the couch and sank down into the plush cushions. Now that he was here, his nerves were threatening to get the best of him. To be honest, he didn’t know much about this man if nothing at all other than he was his father’s Sergeant of Arms for the MC club.The head enforcer who seems to have no problems with getting his hands dirty in order to protect his Prez and his club brothers. He was the Chief Financial Officer of Mckillian Construction Inc. And the man was sexy as sin and apparently according to Aaron, Reaper was a Master Dominant. One skilled in all kinds of kinky fetishes, but known for his skills at being able to edge his subs into mind numbing subspace like no other.

Stuart was also well aware that his father had taken Reaper under his wing years ago when he met the man in jail of all places. The man had worked in the field for his father while going to school to earn his degree in accounting and business management. He was considered brilliant in both areas. He also excelled in the club and he earned the name Reaper because he is an eighth degree black belt, well versed in several styles and multiple techniques of martial arts. The man was a walking, talking weapon of complete destruction if he so chose to unleash his lethal talents on you. There was no escaping him, like death itself he would hunt you down to the ends of the Earth if he needed to. Stuart wasn’t afraid to admit that the barely contained power and intelligence shimmering behind those onyx orbs was a huge turn on for him.

Stuart watched the man from underneath the fringes of his long lashes. His mouth watered at the sight of Reapers firm butt cheeks when the man unceremoniously pulled the towel from his waist and threw it in the hamper in the corner. He was totally mesmerized by the movements of Reaper’s defined back muscles, and the flexing of those wide shoulders as the man stepped into pair of well worn jeans. It was enough to send Stuart’s body temperature through the roof. His semi erect cock surged back to life with a vengeance. It filled so quickly to capacity, it made him dizzy with the rush of blood from his brain to his dick.

When Reaper turned around, he wore a smug, all knowing smirk on his face. It was like he knew what was running through Stuart’s mind at the moment. The big biker remained shirtless as he walked over to the mini bar and pulled to bottles of water from the small refrigerator before joining Stuart on the sofa. He twisted the cap off one of the bottles and handed it to Stuart. He picked up the other bottle, uncapped it, and sat back. Reaper took a sip before his gaze traveled back to Stuart who was nervously picking at the label of the bottle in his little hands.

“I’m sorry you had to see me doing the things I was doing to that piece of shit traitor. I never wanted you to see such ugliness and feel nervous or uncomfortable around me.” Reaper whispered and Stuart lifted his head to gaze up at him.

For a second Stuart caught the brief glimpse of vulnerability in those dark eyes before the man masked his emotions. Stuart scooted forward on the cushions and placed his bottle on the table in front of him. Reaper had demanded more than once not to hide himself from him and he has claimed him in front of witnesses, so in his mind Reaper wasn’t allowed his hide his feelings from him either.

“I’m not sorry that I got to see you do what you do for my father and the club. It’s who you are right? I’m not uncomfortable because of it. I have no illusions about who my family is and how they earn their money. That includes you as well, you’re considered family by extension of being the SAA of the club and more so with us getting to know one another better and becoming romantically involved with each other.” Stuart shyly ducked his head when he said the last part.

Reaper chuckled and shook his head as he studied the riotous shock of red hair on top of Stuart’s head. “Come here.” His deep, whiskey smooth voice urged his shy little strawberry out his seat.

Stuart’s head shot up and looked into Reaper’s somber gaze. The mouth went dry as he got to his feet and wondered where the big man wanted him? How much closer could he possibly get without literally sitting on top of the man?

He spoke too soon as he swallowed the surprised little squeak that threatened to bubble up out of his mouth when Reaper’s big hands locked onto his hips and pulled him forward until he was straddling the biker’s big lap. His hands wound up resting on those wide shoulders and, ‘oh my god,” he thought as his ass cheeks planted on what felt lie a foot long steel pipe running down the length of Reaper’s leg. He stared wide eyed down at big man’s dark orbs and Reaper just smirked indulgently up at him.

“So you’re saying that seeing me beat a man almost to death didn’t bother you at all? Well then, please tell me why you’re all nervous and fidgeting if you aren’t afraid of me?” He said and Stuart swore if his blush got any brighter, the skin on his face was going to melt off. Reaper was asking him the real reason why he felt on edge around him. How was he supposed to tell him without sounding like a sex starved slut?

Stuart had to bite back a wanton groan when he felt Reaper’s big hands slide under the hem of his shirt. Those rough palms slid up the naked skin, tracing the length of his spine, leaving a trail of heat behind in their wake. “Does a cat have young tongue my sweet strawberry? Aren’t you going to answer my question, or do you want me to give an educated guess as to why you’re feeling the way you are right now?” The biker seductively purred in Stuart’s ear and he swore that his mind just upped and fizzled out on him.

Reaper suddenly reared forward and caught Stuart’s bottom lip between his teeth and he nipped the sensitive flesh before softly sucking it into his mouth. Stuart’s entire body shuddered against the man’s powerful, and very naked chest as his lip was slowly released from the warm wet cavern of Reaper’s mouth. He couldn’t resist sticking his tongue out and tasting the man on his lips.

He heard the quick intake of Reaper’s breath and his emerald gaze flashed up the big biker’s. Stuart’s blood heated even more with the look of pure lust. The intensity of Reaper’s glare focused on his mouth. Stuart decided to pull his big boy pants up and be bold for once in his life. He closed the mere inches separating their faces and captured those firm, full lips with his own. His heart fluttered in chest and his cock pulsed behind his zipper when the biker growled and used his big hands to tilt Stuart’s head at an angle that allowed him to better plunder his mouth.

Reapers tongue liked into his mouth and the man left no nook or niche unexplored. Stuart shivered when that talented appendage ran over the roof of his mouth. He moaned when the tip traced his teeth, and he damn near orgasmed when the man coaxed his tongue into his mouth and sucked on it like he was sucking a cock.

“Fuck! You even taste as sweet as a strawberry.” Reaper growled before he dived back in and recaptured Stuart’s already kiss swollen lips.

Stuart groaned long and loud as he began rocking his hips, seeking some kind a friction against his aching cock. He delighted in the feel of that hard, thick tube of flesh running up and down his crack of his ass. He tried his best to rub himself off the rock hard ridges of Reapers eight pack abs. Reaper’s hands slid down his back and into the back pockets of his jeans, and urged him to rock his hips faster and faster. Increasing the mind numbing friction against his leaking dick, his balls, and his ass. It was almost too much as he tore his lips away from Reapers in order to draw in some much needed oxygen into his depleted lungs.

“Oh..Oh God.” He groaned and threw his back head and his fingers fisted into the thick strands of Reaper’s still damp mane of black hair. The rest spilled down the middle of Reaper’s wide back.

“That’s it, baby fucking come for me. Open those pretty green eyes and let me watch you go over the edge. Let. Me. See. You. Come.” Reaper enunciated the last part of his statement before he stuck out his thick tongue and lewdly licked a warm, wet line from Stuart’s collar bone up to his chin. He recaptured Stuart’s lips and kissed him like he wanted to consume him.

Stuart spread his legs even wider, and thrust downwards just as Reaper bucked his hips up with enough force to almost throw Stuart off his lap. The action brought the blunt head of the biker’s jean covered rod straight into Stuart’s swollen ballsack. The redhead threw his head back and screamed as his orgasm ripped it’s way, like razor sharp talons down the length of his spine, and exploded out if his drawn up balls.

“Fuck yeah, sweetness. Give it all up for me. That’s it!” Reaper grunted. He used his big hands to maneuver Stuart’s slender hips as he furiously glided his boy’s softly, rounded butt cheeks over his engorged cock. The big man’s powerful hips bucked one last time as he groaned long and loud when his own release gripped him, and carried him away on wave after pulsing wave of his own spine tingling completion.

“Oh my god.” Stuart panted as he bonelessly slumped forward on Reaper’s sweat streaked chest and buried his heated face in his lover’s hair.

“Damn baby, you make me see fuckin’ stars in front of my eyes.” The man whispered in his ear before kissing him on his temple and settling them back onto the plush cushions.

“I’m all sticky. We should get cleaned up but I can’t feel my legs.” Stuart whined and Reaper chuckled. The sound vibrated through the big biker’s chest and tickled against Stuart’s sensitized skin.

“I feel you baby, give me a minute to make sure I’m not having a heart attack first, and then I’ll get us cleaned up. You are absolutely stunning when you come like that sweetness. Thank you for sharing it with me.” Reaper practically purred and Stuart blushed and mumbled something the big man couldn’t quite make out before he shyly tucked his heated face even further into biker’s luxurious locks.

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

(Kevin Mckidd as my idea of Patrick Sr.)

Stuart swallowed the sigh of sheer boredom as he tried to plow through the reading assignment for his Psychology class. Usually he wouldn’t have any trouble at all comprehending something as simple as reading about a prison case study experiment conducted by some college students in the late 1970’s. But it was like he’d lost all of his brain cells along with a mother lode of semen when he’d heatedly erupted just as forcefully and never-ending as Mt. Kilauea while writhing on Reaper’s lap at the club the other night. Just the memory of the super hot encounter had him squeezing his thighs together underneath the kitchen table.

Just then his mother chose that precise moment to scrape the vegetables she was chopping on the cutting board into a large bowl on the counter. Her presence alone was enough to deflate his semi-erected cock like nothing else could. He rolled his eyes at himself. Stuart felt a little silly and a whole lot embarrassed to be sitting at his parent’s kitchen table with a hard on trying to push up against the zipper of his jeans.

Fridays were always the worst for him, with no classes scheduled, and only minor assignments left to be tweaked until completed, he had nothing to do. It was gearing up to be a long weekend unless he found somewhere to go. Most of his friends were holed up, prepping for final their exams, but he was fully prepared for his tests. Stuart didn’t see a need to study his already memorized course studies and psyche himself out anymore than he already was. He felt he was prepared, and he needed to blow off some serious steam. Prepping for his tests was stressful business.

All week he had thrown Reaper into the back of his mind as he concentrated on his studies. It wasn’t easy and the man would invade his thoughts at the most inopportune moments and throw his concentration all to hell. However, Stuart remained focused on his tasks until today. He’d woken up with a raging boner and he’d practically rubbed the skin of his rigid penis raw as he’d allowed the memories of that night flood his senses. His stomach had fluttered, his hole had clenched tighter than a taunt bowstring, and he’d almost eviscerated his sheets when he’d come all over himself.

One would think that with a release as explosive as the one Stuart had this morning would had satisfied him, well, it didn’t. If anything it made him feel even more needy, wanting, and nothing more than the man who had awakened and played with his body like it was made for him would do. Stuart thoughts took him to the origins of going to his father’s club in the first place.

His curiosity about BDSM and those, like his brother Aaron who practiced the lifestyle had made the choice for him. Aaron was the only one to pick up on his interests seeing that Stuart asked him endless questions about what it truly meant to want to have that kind of connection to someone else. Seeing that Stuart was genuinely interested and despite all the teasing, in his own overprotective big brother way, Aaron had taught him about some of the basic rules of the lifestyle, but he said experiencing it would be a much better way of learning and seeing what the lifestyle was about. But his brother had drawn the line in the sand when it came to the training and finding someone to train Stuart as a submissive. It didn’t help that Patty didn’t agree with Stuart’s interest in the lifestyle, he didn’t want anyone in the club to lay a finger on his little brother.

It was only through Da’s influence Patty had backed away from Reaper. Stuart feared that a power play between the two would have been inevitable, and after watching Reaper expertly handing his deadly blades with cold calculating, lethal intent mixed with Patty’s brute strength fueled by his good ole Scottish temper, the outcome of a fight between those two would not have been pretty for either man. One or both of them would have had to gone head to head with his Da afterwards and no one would have won that round.

His father wasn’t the President of the club because he was a savvy businessman. His father was savage, and Stuart may not have seen it first hand, but years of men from all walks of life respecting and following his father’s every word, and protecting the man and his family like he was a god had to say something about his father’s character, especially with that crowd of not only tough guys, but mover’s and shakers in the business world. Men that were on the Forbes Fortune 500 list of wealthiest people at his disposal.

“Oh shoot!” Stuart’s head snapped up and he looked at his mother standing in front of the fridge frowning like it had offended her.

“What’s wrong Ma?” He asked as he rose up out of his chair to go see what she was looking so displeased about.

“Here, be a good boy and take this over to your Father’s office and make sure he eats it. I packed him a heart healthy lunch like his doctor advised and I know the sneaky bastard left it behind on purpose this morning. If I have to go and drop it off and I see that he’s eating that garbage from the deli around the corner from the office, I’ll peel the skin off his face. He won’t have to worry about getting a heart attack from his high cholesterol levels.” She huffed and shoved three covered dishes into Stuart’s hands.

One dish looked to have a mixed salad greens in it, another contained some type of grilled fish and steamed veggies, and the last held a bevy of colorful sliced fruits. Stuart had to bite his lip to keep the smirk off his face. His Da was a meat and potatoes kind of man. The thicker and juicer the steak the better, and if it was paired with the buttered saltiness of a huge baked potato his Da would be in food heaven. Patrick Sr. must have balked at the sight of the proportional size of grilled fish and daintily sliced fruits when he’d seen it.

Stuart didn’t even bother to pack up his books with his excitement racing through his veins at the opportunity to be get out of the house. Not only that, he had a valid reason to go to his Da’s offices and he hoped that he would get a glimpse of the man who has been occupying his thoughts more and more over the past week. He’d spoken and exchanged text messages with Reaper multiple times on the phone during the week. Sometimes they even conversed late into the night and into the early morning hours just getting to know one another some more.

Stuart had been a little disappointed on more than a few occasions when he’s suggested they get together, but the big man had sternly put him in place about his obligations to studying and morning class schedules. He’d promised to see Stuart over the weekend if Stuart had time in between studying for his finals. How the man had known his class schedule and that it was finals week for him, he had no idea.

When he’d asked the big biker how he’d known his schedule, Stuart had almost melted into the mattress when that deep gravelly voice had literally purred his reply in his ear. Reaper claimed that as his boy, it was his business to know everything and anything about him in order better care of him. Stuart had signed into the phone like a smitten, teenage girl with stars in her eyes. If Reaper had asked him to walk through the fires of hell at that moment, he would have gladly roasted himself like a whole pig on a barbeque spit.

Afternoon traffic was a little tricky to navigate in downtown traffic, but it Stuart had managed to make it his father’s towering office building, located prime in the middle of city’s concrete jungle. He breezed through security much easier than when he’d visited last time. His bright red hair and his dusting of freckles across his little nose and cheeks should have given his parentage away. He happily pressed the button for the top floor and waited for the doors to close and the lift to whisk him up to his father’s inner sanctum. Stuart couldn’t wait to see his Da’s reaction to his lunch delivery and to the message his mother had sent along with it.

The elevator doors swished open and Stuart came face to face with his eldest brother. Patty looked nothing like the badass club VP that he is. He looked the part of the strikingly handsome and very GQ businessman in his tailored navy suit. The precise cut of his jacket accentuated his broad shoulders, and the slim fit slacks gave a briefest hint to the powerful tree trunk thighs he knew his brother possessed. Watching all of his siblings work out only made him feel even smaller than he was in comparison to the strapping behemoths. Even his bookworm, doctor in training brother, Darren was taller and more toned than he could ever hope to be.

“Don’t tell me you are here to interrupt Donovan’s work day?” His brother drawled and Stuart’s bottom lip punched out and his signature mutinous look clouded his features.

As interesting as it was to hear Reaper’s given name being used. It irked Stuart that Patty’s first thought was that he was here to see Donovan and not one of them, even if it was true his brother didn’t have to be a dick about it. He had a valid reason to be there and his voiced it. “Ma sent me to drop off Da’s lunch. He forgot it this morning.” Stuart blinked with his big green eyes and tried to look as his innocent as possible. They both knew full well that their father’s brain was like that of an elephant’s, the man never forgets anything. If he forgot his home cooked meal, it was on purpose.

Patty chuckled as he snapped the file he was looking at while waiting for the elevator closed, and gently took Stuart’s by his elbow and led him towards their father’s massive office suite. “Hot damn, I’ve got to see his face when you deliver his lunch. By any chance, did Ma send any dire warnings along with the food.?”

“Yep.” Stuart smirked as he popped the “P” as the end of his one word statement.

Patty waved as they passed by their father’s long time PA and Stuart followed his brother’s greeting giving the woman a brilliant smile as they sailed past her without a word being exchanged. They did not want their Da to hear their approach.

Patty swung their father’s door wide open and it was just as Stuart thought. With it being lunchtime, his father was sitting behind his massive desk with a takeout container almost overflowing with a thick grilled steak, buttery yellow mashed potatoes, and all the garnishes. He also had a bubbling glass of soda with knife and fork prompted over the dish. Aaron was seated in one of the chairs across from their dad with his own equally weighted lunch.

Stuart hurried over to the desk with a purposeful smile on his face while his father glared daggers at the lunch carrier in his hands.

“Now Da, don’t kill the messenger. Ma told me to bring this over and make sure you eat it. She said she knows full well why you conveniently forgot it after she slaved away over a hot stove to lovingly prepare you a healthy meal. She also said that she will be addressing the subject of your cholesterol and the doctor’s orders when you get home this evening.” He rambled off as he picked up the carryout container of food. Stuart looked around for a minute wondering where he was going to dispose of the side of cow when Patty grabbed the dish out of his hands, mumbled his thanks, and dropped his large frame in the seat next to an amused Aaron. The eldest McKillion wasted no time cutting into the still steaming steak.

Stuart had to bite his tongue in order keep himself from bursting out laughing when their father glared at Patty like the man had stole something and mumbled, “Judas,” under his breath but loud enough for us to hear.

“Da, I’m just doing my part to keep you healthy.” Patty chuckled around a mouthful of confiscated mashed potatoes.

Stuart finished arranging the dishes of food in front of his father, tucked a linen napkin into the collar of his dress shirt. “Bon appetit, Da.” He patted his father’s tense shoulder.

“For fucks sakes. I’m going to remember this. Trust and believe that!” His dad grumbled and stabbed at the fish like it wasn’t already dead and cooked while longingly watching Patty enjoying his steak. Aaron almost choked on bite of his food and I had to turn my head away to keep my composure. Stuart loved his parents to death, they surely knew how to make life interesting and he wouldn’t trade them for anyone else in this world.

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

(Hello all, for those old enough to drink alcohol please enjoy Baby Red’s favorite drink recipe, xoxo)

Stuart tried to calm his jittery nerves as he descended the stairs leading to the private playroom of his father’s club. He shook his head as his foot stepped off the last step and onto the polished wood floor. He came to an abrupt halt right where he stood. Stuart couldn’t fathom how he’d managed to let Aaron goad him into coming back to leather night once again. He could hear the low filtered music piping from unseen speakers from the play area, the beat the song was almost hypnotic.

But that wasn’t what caused goosebumps to raise across his skin, or the butterflies to take flight in his tummy. No, it was the unmistakable sound of leather hitting bare skin. It was the cries of pleasure, and the pleading chants of those desperately seeking relief from their Doms. The scent of leather, sin, and sex was a potent mixture, almost like an aphrodisiac calling out to Stuart and his unspoken fantasies like nothing else.

Touching on the subject of his fantasies, Stuart hadn’t mentioned to the man currently in the starring role of his erotic nightly dreams about his decision to attend leather night when he’d spoken to Reaper earlier in the evening. He knew it was a high probability he’d run into the man during the course of the evening, but it also gave Stuart the opportunity to test Reaper’s waters so to speak. He wanted to make sure Reaper’s words were sincere about his feelings towards him. He just hoped and prayed he didn’t catch Reaper in a compromising position with any of the hanger around twinks that despite it being a bikers bar, they hung around like the leather groupies they are.

Stuart inhaled a deep fortifying breath and took his first tentative steps towards the playroom’s entrance. The sounds of sex and sin got even louder the closer he got. He stepped through the entranceway and let his eyes scan the room, trying to spot Aaron’s bright mop red hair amongst the multitude of men gathered in the approximate area. Stuart tried his best to ignore the sight of naked men trussed up in all sorts of imaginable positions as they were handled by even bigger men doing a bevy of things he’d only witnessed online when he was brave enough to research BDSM and gay porn sites late at night while his family was either out of the house or sleeping.

He knew this portion of the playroom were for men only, there was another entrance on the other side of the club that led to the area where men and women practiced the same lifestyle scenes. But he thanked his lucky stars that this was his brother’s domain, although Aaron tend to swing both ways. His brother’s dick was an equal opportunity player, it didn’t discriminate, but Aaron tended to get even more of a thrill out of a scene if it was a man who offered to submit to him.

Sticking close to the shadows casted from the dim lights around the room, Stuart made a slow circuit around the active participants until he spotted his brother and his source of entertainment in the corner close to the stage area. Aaron had a cute little, brunette twink pinned against the mirrored wall. He had the guy’s arms pinned over his head with one hand and the other was buried deep in front of the man’s low slung jeans. From the expression on Aaron’s companions face, his brother was working the guy into a mindless frenzy via his dick while leaning over to whisper whatever he was saying in the sub’s ear.

His steps faltered and he hesitated going any closer. Stuart didn’t want to interrupt his brother’s playtime, so he drew his gaze away from the enticing little scene and focused on the other people in the room. He had to squeeze his thighs together trying to control his own overexcited erection when he spotted a group of men getting their cock’s serviced by an eager submissive in the middle of the room. The smaller man was wearing nothing but a harness across his hairless chest as he kneeled on bunch of pillows. He had at least four hard, thick cocks in his face and his practiced mouth bounced from one to the other in obvious delight.

God, if he stayed down here and continued to watch all of the sexual acts happening so openly in one place then he was going to blow his load in his pants. He hadn’t caught sight of Reaper partaking in the any of the activities as he made his way back to the stairs leading to the upper bar. Stuart couldn’t help the little tinge of happiness tickling up the length of his spine. He wasn’t in any way prepared to handle his emotions, if he’d found the man engaged with another after telling him that he wanted the youngest Mckillian for his own.

Stuart knew full well that he was young and inexperienced. He didn’t want to be taken advantage of, and he surely hoped with everything that was in him that Reaper had been sincere when he laid his claim on him. He didn’t think that man would be dumb enough to make a play for him only to fuck him over. Because if he did, Sergeant of Arms to the Skulls or not, his dad would make Reaper disappear off the face of the Earth after his brothers made him wish his father had pulled out of his mother when she conceived him.

Making his way back upstairs, Stuart made a beeline for the bar and found an empty corner seat. He was glad because the lights were dim in the corner and he didn’t want to draw any attention to himself. Stuart knew Patty was around up here somewhere and he didn’t want a confrontation with his overprotective big brother. He would just happily people watch in hopes he’ll catch a glimpse of Reaper in his element. Maybe they’ll be able to spend some much needed time together, and the man could introduce Stuart to some of the things he’s only dreamt about so far.

“Hiya Red, ya betta be ole enuff to drink or da Prez will have ma ass.” A deeply accented voice muttered close to his elbow and Stuart turned his head only to see Duncan, one of his father’s long time members staring back at him from across the bar’s glistening countertop.

Stuart beamed a dazzling smile at the ornery old biker. “Hey Dunc, you should know I’m old enough as long as you been around. I’ll have a Blue Hawaiian please.”

Stuart grinned even wider when the big biker studied his smiling face for a second before moving off to make his drink, mumbling under his breath something about Stuart’s pretty face was sure to cause a fuss amongst the roughnecks at some point during the night.

Shaking his head at Duncan’s predictions, he went back to people watching. No sooner than Dunc set down a coaster and his drink on the polished surface of the bar in front of him, did a big hairy dude sit on the stool next to him and threw a twenty in the counter while smiling all smarmy like at Stuart. The man was wearing a Skull’s cut, but like many of the members, Stuart wasn’t familiar with the man.

“I got this beauty’s drink covered, Dunc.” He bellowed unnecessarily loud at the barman while staring at Stuart with a smug smirk curving his lips.

“The Prez’s boy don’t need nobody buyin’ his drinks ya knothead.” Duncan responded unkindly while flicking the money back at the guy. Stuart watched the man’s smirk disappear and the color drain from his face. He sighed at the usual response he got from his father’s men when they found out who he was. Stuart didn’t even bother to acknowledge the man when he mumbled some sort of excuse and rushed away from the bar disappearing from sight into the mingling crowd.

“I ain’t cock blockin’ ya boy, but I can’t let these young bucks try to lead you astray when I’m standin’ right here. Prez will fuck me up and if not, I’m sure them big mean fuckers ya call your kin would gladly step in. Now try not to look so damn pretty and drink ya drink.” Duncan mumbled before setting off to serve other customers at the other end of the bar.

Stuart just shrugged his shoulders and sipped his drink enjoying the fruitiness as he watched the members of the Skulls interact with each other and the people who frequented the club. He caught sight of Patty’s big, muscular frame stretched out in a corner booth while several girls clamored for his and his companions attentions by trying to dance seductively in front of their table.

All of a sudden there was the sounds of crashing bottles, guttural curses, and yelling coming from the sitting area located in the middle of the room. The screech of scraping chairs, overturned tables, and hustling boots soon followed. Stuart watched the melee with total fascination. It was like a wave spreading out from the epicenter of where the argument originated. Bottles, fists, food, scurrying twinks, and scantily dressed women scattered from the all out brawl gaining force like a building hurricane in the room.

Soon it seemed like everyone in the place was throwing punches. The noise level continued to rise as the sound of utter destruction continued. Bottles went flying, growls, groans, and curses spewed all throughout the room, and when the massive bouncers poured into the room, shit got real. Bodies went flying out the front door, either on their own or the were being thrown out. Everyone seemed to be fighting even the women and the twinks. Stuart almost fell off his perch laughing as one industrious pretty boy yanked the ponytail right off a girl’s head and tried to use hair extension to strangle her with it.

The booming bass of the club music screeched to a stop and a deep, commanding voice bellowed out, “Enough.”

It took some more shoving from the bouncers, but everyone in the room finally stopped whatever it was they were doing and let go of whomever it was they were fighting with. They all swung their heads in the direction of the booming voice and they, like Stuart stared in absolute awe at the huge dark figure standing there. Some trembled with fear at the force of nature and the don’t-fuck-with-me countenance of the massive man standing like a pillar at the front entrance of the club. His father stepped around Reaper’s massive bulk and Stuart watched as some of the participating brawlers inch towards the back of the crowd.

“Da fuck! I left ya’ll here to have a good time and ya’ll turn around and try to tear up ma place and bring the cops down ma club.” My father’s ice cold gaze swept the room and Stuart tried his best to shrink into the darkness of the corner in hopes not to get noticed. He didn’t need a lecture about his safety.

“Get da fuck out if ya’ll ain’t a member. Club’s closed until further notice. All of you who are members ya’ll stay, clean this shit up, and then ya’ll goin’ tell me what the fuck is goin’ on.” The man snapped before turning and stomped his way down the other side of the club towards his office. People waited for a split second before they rushed out the front door, in only minutes it was just members left behind in the upper level, and even Stuart cringed when he heard his father bellow out Patty’s name.

Stuart watched his brother’s broad back disappear down the hallway and he was about to scoot off the barstool and head back down to the playroom to see if Aaron was finished with his sub. The upper level was officially closed for the night and he didn’t want to stand out like a sore thumb, but he wasn’t ready to go home just yet.

Suddenly two thick tattooed arms boxed him in against the bar. The familiar scent of expensive cologne and leather assaulted his scenes and a deep gravelly voice purred in his ear. “Don’t think I didn’t see you the minute I stepped into the bar.” Stuart shivered as the big man leaned over and ran the tip of his nose up the side of his neck and into his hair.

“What brought you here tonight, sweet strawberry without you telling me you were coming?” The sinfully, decadent cadence of Reaper’s voice rendered Stuart all but senseless and unable to form the words necessary to respond to the man’s inquiry.

“No matter, follow me. I’ve got some things to straighten out in the office and then you’re coming home with me.” Reaper informed him as he pulled him from the barstool and led him towards his father’s office.

Those damn butterflies took flight in Stuart’s stomach and the little alcohol he had managed to consume was surely not enough to give him the liquid courage he needed to face going home with Reaper. His mind went into overdrive about all the possible things that could happen under the hands of this sexy beast. One thing he knew for sure was that he didn’t have the willpower, or the desire to stop the man from doing anything he wanted to do him once they were alone tonight. Damn, he was so glad he had the forbearance to wear something a little sexier than tighty whities under his skinny jeans tonight.

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

(Guinness Beef Stew)

Stuart nervous fingers worried the hem of his shirt as he stood outside the door of his parent’s bedroom. For a full week, he’d pouted and sulked around the house after his father had flat out refused to let him leave the club with Reaper the previous week. Reaper had barely held his tongue, as a matter of fact he’s stood in the middle of his father’s office, surrounded by his siblings like a total badass, and declared that Stuart was an adult, and if he so chose to spend the evening with someone, then that was his right.

Patrick Senior had smiled at his Sergeant at Arms and nodded his head with respect to the man, seconds before he dropped the bomb that decimated Stuart’s entire world. The little bit of news that had his brothers smirking at him all week whenever they laid eyes on him.

The motorcycle club’s president had smugly informed everyone in the room and Stuart’s prospective boyfriend, that he himself didn’t have a problem with Stuart developing a relationship with Reaper. He was actually happy to know that Stuart would be in good hands with his SAA. He wouldn’t have to worry about some young punk abusing his son’s gentle heart.

His father went on to praise Reaper, telling the man in that he was smart enough to know that no matter his status with his businesses and the clubs, it would be a slow painful death for Reaper if anything happened to Stuart. Everyone in the room could see his father had been serious as death itself when he’s issued that statement.

Stuart couldn’t have helped the shiver of fear tingling over his skin. The Prez also acknowledged the fact that Reaper was a valued member of the club and family in his own right. He was confident in the respect for they held for each other as brothers would just prove to be another added incentive for the big man to do right by Stuart.

Therefore, he trusted the man to with his son. The went on to point out that the problem didn’t lie with him. The fire ringed hurdles Reaper would have to jump through without being burned was convincing Stuart’s mother of two things. One, that he was good enough for her son, and two, that he was serious about his feelings for Stuart.

If he failed to meet either of those requirements, then life as Reaper knows it will come to an abrupt end. Mrs. McKillian was a force to reckoned with when it came to her boys, especially her baby, Stuart. She’s willed his survival when he was born and the doctors had advised her that he’s been too weak to thrive much or less live out a meaningful life.

Stuart stomach churned and his eyes had glued to his parent’s face as he hoped and prayed that his Da didn’t say more than he wanted him to about Stuart’s current state of health. That was something he would share when he was good and ready and/or if things looked like they would get serious with Reaper.

His father had looked around the room and studied the big strapping men that were Patty Junior and Aaron. Stuart by now had mutinously crossed his arms across his chest and he was getting ready to shout the unfairness of it all on the top of his lungs, but his father held up a firm hand and Stuart snapped his jaws closed. He silently implored his father with his big green eyes not to say anything else, he was literally holding his breath when his father continued to explain some things to Reaper.

Stuart let the breath he was holding whoosh out of his nostrils when Patty Senior just said because of the circumstances of his birth, and the fight he had to endure as a wee infant in order to live, made the whole family even more protective of Stuart, especially his Ma. No one dared to cross the woman when it came to her sons. Mrs. McKillian was fully aware her three were big boys grew up to be beasts of men, and like their father, able to take handle themselves in any given situation. She had no delusions of who and what her husband and sons were capable of.

But for her, when it came to Stuart, her perspective was very much different. He was much smaller than his siblings. As petite as he is, paired with his gentle temperament, his sweetness of nature made all of them coddle him even more. They’ve managed to keep him out of the darker side of their world until recently.

It may or may not have been a good decision, since Stuart found himself introduced to sometimes brutal atmosphere of the MC club and its members recently. He’s already witness some of what Reaper is capable of when working first hand to protect the interests of his Prez, his brother, and the club’s reputation with the good citizens of their city.

It’s not possible to hide the underside of his father’s interests anymore from his youngest, but it was possible to protect him from the less than savory people who try to undermines the good and the protection the MC provides to the less fortunate people surrounding them. With that being said, he clapped Reaper on the shoulder and with an apologetic frown and a sweet kiss on the cheek, Reaper had followed President and the Vice President into the club to find out what or who caused the damages and the fight. They left Aaron to make sure Stuart got home safely.

So now here he was a week later, fidgeting outside of his Mother’s bedroom door trying his best to man up and tell her about his interest in Donovan. He felt stupid having to literally ask her for her permission to date. No let him rephrase that, it was more about getting her approval of the man he wants to date.

Just as he raised his hand to knock on his parent’s bedroom door, a door opened further down the hall and his brother, Darren stepped into the hallway with his face stuck in one of his ever present textbooks. As he started walking towards Stuart, Aaron’s door opened and his other brother looked like he’d just stumbled out of bed and into the hallway. Aaron’s bright red hair was sticking up in all directions and when he spied Stuart an evil grin spread across his handsome face.

“Hey Squirt. Whatcha’ ya’ doin?” His brother teased in a sing-song voice and Stuart just lowered his hand and rolled his eyes at his brother.

“Leave him alone blockhead. You always up in his business.” Darren stopped walking right in front of Aaron and glared at his younger sibling.

“Well lookee here, it speaks.” Aaron smirked at Darren who snapped his book closed with a resounding thump and turned his big body to fully face Aaron’s equally large frame.

“Shut the fuck up moron, like I said, mind your business. Go bathe or something you Neanderthal.” Darren made a show of fanning the air in front of his face indicating that Aaron might have a case of body odor going on.

Stuart crossed his arms over his slender chest and bit his bottom lip. This should be interesting. It’s been a while since Darren threw down with either Aaron or Junior.

Aaron’s face turned red, and he raised his arm to sniff under his armpit before he flipped Darren off. “Fuck you, Poindexter. Why don’t you put your nose back in that book and mind your business.”

“Poindexter. Really? Is that the best you can do? Why don’t you step up and make me? I ain’t one of your little hangers-on, worshiping at your feet for a chance at your limp dick.” Darren snarled as he threw the textbook down on the carpet between them.

“Whoa, that’s hitting a little below the belt Darren.” Stuart mumbled as he pushed himself off the wall. All jokes aside, things were getting a little too heated between his brothers right about now. As much as they egged each other on, and as badass as Aaron thinks he is, Darren was bigger and stronger.

Even after spending countless hours studying towards his medical degree, he still found the time to keep his body in perfect condition. He could easily hand Aaron his ass with minimal effort. All of his siblings were ruthless and brutal like that when it came to good ole, drag down, knock-out fist fight.

It was apparent that neither of his big, macho, blockhead brothers were listening to a word he said, because of the next words that spilled out of Aaron’s mouth sealed his fate of getting an ass whupping.

“Why don’t you drop to your knees like a little bitch and I’ll show you how limp my dick is? He sprouted as he obscenely grabbed his crotch with one hand and shoved Darren in the middle of his chest with other hand.

Fuck, why couldn’t the two of them be in the same room for more than a minute and not incite some type of war between them. Stuart will never understand it. His eyes went wide as Darren charged Aaron and slammed into him with the force of a Mack truck. They both went flying through Aaron’s open bedroom door.

Stuart could hear the sound of furniture being bumped into as the scuffle ensued. He was about to take off down the hall to watch the two them go at it, but his parent’s bedroom door opened and his mother yelped in surprise, holding a hand over her heart at his unexpected presence in the hallway.

She went to open her mouth to say something when there was another crash coming from within Aaron’s room. She looked down at him and Stuart just opened his eyes wider, giving her his best puppy dog eyes. He innocently shrugged his slender shoulders with his palms up in the air like he had no clue as to what was going on just yards away from where they were standing.

“Mmm…Hmm.” She pursed her lips at Stuart and his face flushed with guilt. He ducked his head under her knowing glare. “Junior or Darren?” With her hands on her hips, she asked the question as to who was it Aaron had pissed off this time.

“Darren.” Stuart mumbled under his breath and went back to studying his shoes.

“Ya’ll better not break nuthin’ or tear up that room. Now stop that nonsense and act like ya’ll got some home training.” Their mother hollered down the hallway while grabbing the back of Stuart’s shirt, holding him in place when he tried to slink away back towards his own room.

The sounds of tussling immediately stopped and a chorus of, “yes, Ma’am,” drifted from within Aaron’s bedroom.

“As for you. I know all about your interest in a particular young man. Your father told me about your feelings for Donovan Forbes. That’s why I’ve invited the man to dinner tonight. He’ll be here around six, and I expect a proper introduction. I also know about Aaron dragging you down to the club and that boy and I are going to have words. It’s your father’s place, yes. But I’d feel better if you don’t spend too much of your time there, understand.” She stated as he looked me in the eye to make sure I understood her.

“Now go get cleaned up. I making Guinness stew tonight in honor of showing your man a little of our Scottish roots. It should be ready soon.” With that being said, Stuart stood there dumbfounded as he watched his mother breeze by him like she doesn’t have a care in the world. The woman descended the stairs just as regal as a queen before disappearing from his sight.

He’d only managed to snap his gaping mouth closed when Aaron and Darren came out of Aaron’s room still shoving and pushing at one another. You would have thought that they were getting ready for round two if it wasn’t for the big, goofy grins on their faces as they continued to laugh and tease one another. They looked rumbled, their clothes and their hair was in total disarray.

Darren had just caught Aaron in a head lock when their father stepped out of his room. He was wearing dress slacks, and a crisp button down shirt. Stuart glared at him, his eyes filled with open betrayal at his parent. How could his father rat him out like that?

A smug smile curved his father’s lips. “What? Don’t think I forgot about your part in ruining my lunch the other day. A total waste of a perfectly grilled, juicy ribeye.” His father declared with a dreamy look on his face as if that explained his treachery.

He snapped out of his food haze and turned his head to address his siblings. “You two listen to your mother, stop that nonsense and go get cleaned up for dinner. You mother is finally letting me have red meat after weeks of feeding me rabbit food, and ya’ll ain’t ruining it for me. Go on, git we got company coming.” Their father waved them all down the hall before heading towards the stairs. Stuart just shook his head and wondered how he wound up in such a dysfunctional home. He must of pissed off someone at some time to have been thrust into situations like this.

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

(Reaper’s Bentley)

Stuart looked at his reflection in the mirror in his room and noted the greenish tinge to his complexion. Another bout of nausea had him regretting his decision of showing any returned interest in the man who’d unapologetically demanded his attention without any remorse about his actions thus far. He smoothed a hand over the front of his dove gray, V-neck Henley and wondered for the umpteenth time if he should change his entire outfit yet again.

Did he need to add a little more color to his already lackluster appearance? The butterflies that had been fluttering in his stomach after his mother’s announcement about the evening’s dinner plans and their guest of honor took flight all over again, and he just knew he wasn’t going to be able to eat a single bite of his Ma’s stew. His queasy stomach would probably upchuck it all over her pristine white tablecloth as his nerves got the better of him. Why, oh why did his Ma have to put him through this debacle of an evening.

Stuart’s plump bottom lip stubbornly jutted out as he studied his reflection. He turned his back to the mirror, and peered over his shoulder to critique how his ass looked in the fitted black slacks he’d paired with his shirt. His polished loafers completed the ensemble, and he had to admit, other than the lack of color to his cheeks, he looked pretty good. He was sure his embarrassing ass brothers were going to try their best to rectify the situation of adding some color to his complexion by saying or acting like the jackasses they are, causing him to furiously blush over their unruly shenanigans.

He continued to ruminate about the unfairness of his situation. He didn’t see their Ma making Patty, Aaron, or even Darren, if his bookworm of a brother could separate himself from his studies long enough to even date, that is. He didn’t see her making them drag their dates home for her approval before they could actually see each other on a regular basis, much or less try to get some sexy time into the mix.

Stuart knew better not to even look for one iota of support from his Pa. The man deferred to wife wholeheartedly with everything that had to do with their children and their home. The only thing that was off limits was his business and the club. They had an unspoken truce when it came to the things his Pa did to make his business prospered and to protect his club brothers and their way of life. The only thing his father adamantly disagreed with his wife about was his diet. He was a meat and potatoes man, and for years she’d indulged him until his last yearly physical and when the doctor told her his Pa had mild hypertension.

His Ma had met with a nutritionist the doctor had recommended and to his father’s detriment, she started him on the suggested heart healthy diet. According to his Pa, “a diet that took away everything he liked to eat and replaced it with bland, tasteless food items he had no interest in.” She didn’t have to harangue him about exercising because his dad could be considered a total DILF by his peers. The man worked out diligently and could give any one of his muscle-bound brothers a run for their money.

Over the years in high school and now college, Stuart knew of several classmates, both girls and boys, who hung around him just for the chance to ogle his brothers AND his dad. How rude and disrespectful was that? They had no idea, the poor things. His Ma would send them on a slow painful journey back to Jesus if they looked at her man side-eyed.

Stuart shook himself out of his thoughts and wiped his sweaty palms down the legs of his pants. He might as well go downstairs to wait for Reaper to arrive. He should get it into his head tonight that the dynamic man was Donovan Forbes, and not Reaper. The sexy as sin badass who was capable of making him lose all semblance of his brain function. The sexy-ass Sergeant of Arms to his Pa’s motorcycle club. No tonight, the delectable man was his father’s distinguished CFO and his potential boyfriend.

Stuart shook his head and the riotous mane of auburn hair settled over his shoulders. He let the tresses fall like a curtain down his back. He’d purposely left it loose because the big biker seemed to be mesmerized by his thick mane of hair on the occasions the man had seen him with hair around his shoulders and not piled on top of his head in his usual man bun. He picked up his favorite cologne, the unique bottle of Creed Aventus from his dresser and spritzed himself in all the important places.

Stuart pronounced himself as ready as he was going to get. Putting his cologne bottle back in its place, he nearly jumped out of his skin when a loud series of knocking rattled his closed bedroom door seconds before Aaron’s patronizing voice drifted through the panel.

“Hurry up squirt. Your man just pulled around the driveway in his sweet ass Bentley. Let me just go down and welcome him to our humble home.” His brother wickedly sing-songed before he heard heavy steps rushing away from his door.

In a panic, Stuart sprinted across the room and lunged for the doorknob. He nearly pulled the door off its hinges in his rush to catch up to his annoying ass sibling before Aaron had the opportunity to do something that was sure to mortify him before the night could even properly begin.

Stuart rushed down the steps hollering at Aaron’s wide back the entire way. “Don’t you even dare…”

“Ya’ll stop stampeding down the stairs like untrained heathens. Aaron, go join your brothers in the living room, and Stuart, you stop right there, young man.” His mother’s commanding voice interrupted his tirade. Stuart barely managed to stop himself from sticking out his tongue at his older brother when the doofus flashed him the bird behind his mother’s back. He had to roll his lips between his teeth when their Pa smacked him not to gently on the back of head as he shooed him further into the room.

Stuart immediately made his way over the spot bottom of the stairs where she was pointing with a manicured finger. He mutinously eyed his snickering brothers through the entranceway to the living room. The doorbell chimed throughout the house and Stuart tried his best to compose his features as his father silenced his brothers with a single look before heading towards the front door. His mother stepped forward as his Pa opened the front door and greeted the big man standing on the other side with an affectionate shoulder bump.

All it took was just one glance at the devastatingly handsome man who stepped into his parent’s foyer had Stuart standing frozen in place. The very air he breathed coalesced in his lungs and he swore the only thing that was keeping him upright was the thought of giving his brothers more fuel to burn him to ashes if he fainted like a virgin sacrifice at the man’s feet in front of his entire family.

Donovan Forbes had not only come dressed to impress; in a designer suit looking like it was custom made for his tall muscular frame, the man was armed with an exquisite bouquet of creamy white calla lilies interwoven with blush pink, long stem roses. The bountiful bouquet rested in water contained in a sparkling, diamond cut glass vase. In his hand, the man held a gift bag from one of the most prominent brands of single malt Irish whiskey breweries. The Method and Madness Ruby Port Cask is an aged liquor his father adored and by the look of approval on his father’s face, his CFO had made sound decisions when deciding on his gifts for the evening.

Stuart stood there dumbstruck; he was well aware that Donovan had just earned some serious parental approval points. The real testimony to that fact was when the big man gallantly stepped forward, gently raised his mother’s hand to his lips, and placed a respectful kiss on her knuckles like the queen she truly is, before he presented her with the flowers, and that nixed it for him.

Stuart couldn’t contain his smile as his mother fluttered her hands like a teenager before blushing and accepting the gorgeous arrangement of flowers. It was only then that the smooth as fuck biker turned his attention to Stuart. Those dark, glittering eyes held him in place and the whiteness of the man’s smile against his olive-skinned complexion glowed under the chandelier lights as he stepped forward, bent at his waist, and kissed Stuart on his cheek. His mother continued to twitter when the man pulled out a thornless single long-stemmed red rose from God only knows where, and presented it to Stuart with a flourish.

Even his brothers had shut up for once. It was either that or they were just biding their time to be assholes without incurring the wrath of their mother. He couldn’t help but turn and giving them a smug smile as he buried his nose in the fragrant petals and inhaled the heady scent of this unbearably romantic gift.

Aaron flopped down onto the sofa next to Patty, who just rolled his eyes while Darren made gagging noises but they all immediately stopped their antics and innocently blinked up at their Ma when she looked in their direction.

“Stuart honey, get Donovan a drink while I find a place for these beautiful flowers, it’s been such a long time since I received something so lovely. Thank you so much for your thoughtful gift, Donovan.” She stated as she looked pointedly at her husband and Stuart had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing at the comical expression on his father’s face.

“Your welcome Margaret. I can only try, but nothing could come close to ever come close in comparison with your timeless beauty. I’m happy that you will take pleasure in them though.” Donovan responded and my brothers rolled their eyes at him yet again behind my mother’s back as she giggled like a schoolgirl before sweeping out of the room to find a place for her gift.

Pa slapped a heavy hand to the middle Donovan’s back before gesturing to him to take a seat on one of the loveseats situated in front to the fire place. Stuart would’ve sworn a lesser man would have been knocked face first to the floor with the power behind that hit, but not Reaper. He just scoffed at his Prez’s disgruntled expression, took his seat, and turned those soulful eyes to Stuart’s now rosy cheeked face.

Now that all eyes in the room were turned expectantly towards him, Stuart had to fight the urge to fidget. He drew a deep breath into his mouth and exhaled it through his nose in a valiant attempt to calm his nerves. “Um…thank you for my rose.” He smiled shyly at the bigger man. “What would you like to drink? We have just about everything over at the bar.” He said as he gestured towards his father’s fully stoked pride and joy on the opposite side of the room.

“Oohh…so polite” Aaron teased, making Stuart flush all the harder.

“Shut the hell up, your hatin’ ass.” Darren rumbled at Aaron and Patty guffawed into his drink.

Before Stuart could respond, Reaper sent his brothers a cold, menacing glare. “Don’t let this suit fool you, and don’t forget who I am. Fuck with him and you fuck with me, understand!”

“Boys behave. Stuart bring him a shot of bourbon. As for ya’ll, your Ma will skin ya’ll alive if you step out of place.” His Pa warned as Stuart set off across the room to do as instructed. He couldn’t help the giddy little feeling of triumph or the shot of pure desire that tingled through his veins over the fact that his biker brazenly stood up for him like that to his fierce as hell brothers. He practically skipped across the room, found the crystal decanter of liquor, measured out a shot of bourbon, and carried the glass back to the man.

Reaper took the elegant glass from him with one hand and pulled him down to sit next to him with the other. Stuart didn’t dare to look over in his brother’s direction. They were blessedly quiet for once. He was struck dumb when Donovan continued to hold his hand and even went as far as intertwining their fingers together and conversed with his father and Patty about generic club business. Stuart breathed a sigh of relief as the conversation flowed smoothly around the room.

His Ma stuck her head into the room and announced that dinner was ready and they all rose to the feet and made their way to the dining room. Donovan continued to charm the hell out of his Ma as he gushed over her cooking. His siblings even managed to be civil and kept the commentary to a minimum. It felt like the weight of the world fell off his shoulders with how pleasant the evening was turning out to be.

His Ma was so enraptured with Donovan’s vast knowledge on various subjects that she was interested in, she didn’t even notice when his father had switched his vegetable laden stew out with Darren’s meat filled dinner plate. Darren went to protest but promptly shut his mouth when Pa glared daggers at him. His Pa remained blissfully silent as he thoroughly enjoyed spearing hearty slices of stewed red meat, followed and chunks of potatoes, carrots, and onions onto his fork and ate like he was in seventh heaven. By the time his Ma produced coffee, flavored with cream and whiskey paired with her decadent bread and butter pudding, his brothers were already in a food coma.

Stuart could barely contain himself after it was all said and done. His mother had packed up a Kings share of leftovers for Donovan to take home. He patiently waited until goodbyes were said and his brothers were delegated to dish duty. His Pa was already picking at the left-over pudding as Reaper said his final goodbyes and reclaimed his hand as he walked out towards the front door.

“Walk me to my car beautiful.” Reaper whispered in Stuart’s ear as they stood by the door.

He could only nod his head and follow the drool worthy man outside. Stuart firmly closed the front door behind him in case his siblings, namely nosy ass Aaron wanted to get all up in his business as usual. The flood lights illuminated the circular driveway and showcased the shiny black paint of Reaper’s Bently to perfection as they made their way towards the driver’s side of the vehicle.

Stuart had to admit that he couldn’t help but to stare and Reaper’s perfect ass when the man bent over to set the bag of food on the passenger seat. He nearly swallowed his tongue at the wide expanse of the biker’s shoulders when he casually shrugged out of his jacket and placed it in the car. He literally squeaked when a large hand shot out, thick fingers wrapped around his upper arm and he was dragged over and pinned between the car and two hundred plus pounds of all muscly man. He didn’t have time to take his next breath before firm, coffee and liquor flavored lips captured his in a heated toe curling, blistering kiss.

“There’s my sweet strawberry. I’ve wanted to taste these delicious lips all night baby.” His man crooned as he continued to pepper his lips with spine tingling little kisses. Stuart’s befuddled brain barely comprehended Reaper’s words, but he did, and he was proud he managed not to melt into a puddle at the other man’s feet.

When he did manage to gain control of his senses, Stuart noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. His dickwad brothers were lined up in front of the bay windows in the living making kissy faces at them. His jaw almost hit the ground. The Hell. What were they, like five years old? He cut his eyes away and tried to refocus on the man in front of him.

“Thank you for putting out so much effort with my parents. I think my mom thinks you hung the moon and stars, next to my dad of course.” He whispered as he petted the large pecs under the fine linen shirt where his hands rested.

“I’ve always adored your mother. She is a fabulous, but fierce when it comes to you and if I have any chance of seeing you again, I had to impress that woman. I know at least that much. So, how about dinner tomorrow night, around this time, just me and you?”

“Um..dinner? Around the same time tomorrow?” Stuart asked as he mentally made a note to cancel anything he may have had planned. “Sure.”

“Good, see you then beautiful. Tell your brother’s they’re assholes. Get inside.” He rasped before releasing him and sliding gracefully into the driver’s seat. The car’s engine purred to life, and Reaper winked at him before closing the driver’s side door.

Stuart waved one last time before floating towards the house and up the front steps. His mood completely changed as he rushed through the front door and the three idiots were now in the foyer smirking at him. “I hate ya’ll.” He screamed before dashing around them and sprinted straight for the kitchen where he could hear his mother admonishing his father over eating more than the desired serving of dessert. He hollered. “I’m telling Ma on ya’ll.”

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

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Stuart gently turned the knob on his bedroom door and as silently as possible, he eased the door open. He paused and held the door only wide enough to pop his head into the hallway to see if any of his idiot brothers were roaming around with the intent of torturing him about his date with Reaper tonight. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that none of them were loitering in the hallway and their bedroom doors were all closed.

Opening his bedroom door, a little wider, just enough for him to slip out into the hallway, Stuart continued to listen carefully for any noise coming from the other rooms in the house, but he heard nothing. No music, no blaring TV, no sounds of gunfire from his brother’s violent video games, or any raucous insults and the usual noise generated from the general horse playing his brothers engaged in on a regular basis. The place was quiet, almost too quiet, and he didn’t trust the eerie silence, not even a little bit.

Easing down the stairs like a ninja, Stuart hugged the wall with his back as he delicately inched his way towards the kitchen. His plan was to slip out the back door and head straight for the driveway at the rear of the house where he’d purposely parked his car the night before. Otherwise, no doubt the demons classified as his siblings would’ve all have parked their asses on the front porch and did everything in their power to make him late for his date, just because they can, and because they were really the spawns of Satan. Not that it made their dad seem like he was Lucifer or something, but who was he kidding? Their father was a badass biker and a cut throat businessman. Patrick Senior could strike fear within the hearts of men with just the mere mention of his name or his title as Prez of the Skull Master’s MC club.

The kitchen was all clear of the hooligans. Stuart puffed out his cheeks and released a relieved breath of air. The back door was just a few steps away and he was free and clear to get on with his evening plans. He tried to make as little noise as possible and he creeped over to the kitchen window. He gingerly poked out a finger and swept his mother’s frilly lace curtain aside and peered over the back porch and surrounding yard. There was no sign of his brothers or their bikes. Maybe luck was on his side for once and the heathens were already at the club or out doing errands for their father or something.

Either way, Stuart wasted no time as he skipped towards the back door. He punched in the security code on the panel by the door before flinging the door open. He had only a few seconds before the alarm engaged before getting out of the house. He’d just inserted the key into the door to lock when he heard a loud thumping sound. Stuart spun around and saw a dark figure crouched next to the railing on the porch, the person had obviously had hopped over railing.

With a loud screech, Stuart grabbed the hand shovel from his mother’s gardening basket next to the door and sent it sailing towards the unidentified person. Not even looking to see if he’d hit his intended target. He spun around on his heels with the intent to haul ass towards his car. But that idea took a nose dive when his face smacked right into a what felt like a wall in front of him.

“Whoa there lil’ bro, where ya’ off to in such a hurry Baby Red?” Aaron’s amused voice pierced through blanket of sheer terror that was trying to take over Stuart’s brain.

With an indigent huff and a red-hot burst of fiery temper, Stuart pushed at Aaron’s wide chest with all his might. “Don’t ya’ll have anything better to do than harass me to death?” He crossed his arms across his chest, stuck out his bottom lip into his signature pout of utter disgust, and gave his annoying ass bother the death glare when he realized he’d barely managed to put an arm’s length between himself and his freakishly humongous older sibling. Stuart swore their mother or father must have mixed steroids into their baby food and fed it to all three of them when they were infants, especially Patrick Jr.

“Oh, little man, don’t be like that. It’s our duty as big brothers to look out for you.” Aaron snarked as he continued to block Stuart’s escape to the sanctuary of his car.

The mischievous glint in Aaron’s eye made Stuart want to punch him right in his smug face. He knew that any attempts to do so would most likely end up with him breaking every bone in his hand. The bastard would just shrug him off like a fly. He was getting ready to open his mouth to give Aaron a piece of his mind when movement out of the corner of his eye reminded him this was a group effort, and not just Aaron being the douche that he is. What surprised him though was the fact that Darren, the quiet book worm of the bunch, materialized out of the darkened corner of the porch right behind their behemoth of their oldest brother, Patty.

“You’re in on this too. I can’t believe you. Don’t you have a body to dissect or something?” Stuart snapped at the one brother he thought was the only sane one up until now.

Darren stepped forward with his hands raised in a placating manner. Like an animal trainer approaching a skittish beast. “We just making sure you’re prepared for your hot date little bro.” He grinned innocently and Stuart knew better than to trust any of them from years of experience dealing with their foolishness. He warily watched his brother slowly approach him.

“Mm hmm. As you can see. I am fine and ready to go about my business. Now if all excuse me. I happily be on my way.” Stuart replied as he slowly eased to the side to skirted around Aaron’s tall frame. He was getting ready to sprint towards his car. His foot barely touched the top step leading off the porch before he felt a heavy arm clamp around his shoulders holding him securely in place.

“Not so fast Baby Red. Do you have all the things that a hot date requires?” Patty asked as he continued to hold Stuart against his side while he patted his pockets with his free hand. “Let’s see now, if things get hot and heavy, you’re going to need supplies. Can’t be too safe now a days.”

Stuart thought he was going to die of mortification when Patty pulled several packets of lube out of the front pocket of his jeans. To make matter worse. Darren bounced over with a strip of condoms and Aaron not be to out done by anyone, produced a black, thick round silicone ring that looked suspiciously like a cock ring. He was spinning it around his pointer finger and you practically could see all his teeth glistening in the dim evening light, his gloating smile was so wide. Stuart could feel the heated flush of embarrassment spread from the tips of his ears all the way to his toes.

Drawing back his arm, he put all his meager weight behind the hit as he angrily smashed his elbow directly into Patty’s ribs. A muffled oomph escaped his oldest brother’s lips, and as Patty let go of him in order to clutch his abused rib cage. Stuart took the opportunity of freedom to jump down the steps and managed to make a mad sprint toward his car. His blood was pounding in his ears he was so mad at the morons he was so sadly related to. He hopped into the driver’s seat, immediately engaged the locks, and pressed the button to start the engine. He couldn’t even bare to spare them a glance as he whipped his car into gear and peeled out of the driveway and onto the quiet neighborhood street.

With his heart pounding in his chest and his temper nowhere near manageable, Stuart barely managed to step on his brakes at the stop sign leading out to the main road surrounding the gated community where his parent’s house was located. He closed his eyes and tried to take deep, calming breaths. He checked the time on his dashboard, and he was relieved to see he was still on track so far. If those idiots have kept him any longer, he would have definitely been late getting to Donovan’s house.

The light changed from red to green, and Stuart stepped on the gas a little more force than he intended. His Mini Cooper lurched forward, but he quickly got his baby under control again as he continued on his way. With his GPS guiding him towards the man he was so excited to see, Stuart’s anger towards his brother’s took a backseat to the ever-expectant rush of glee made butterflies flutter in his stomach the closer he got to his destination. He shook his head as the thought about their childish shenanigans earlier.

What? Where they like five. Who does that? Pulling out lube, condoms, and a cock ring of all things right there on the back porch. He was surprised they hadn’t managed to corner him before this, strap him to a chair, and made him watch a full PowerPoint presentation or video of how to have gay sex, or some sort of the other such nonsense.

Stuart suddenly grinned and he felt some more of his anger dissipate as he thought about the security cameras catching his brother’s actions. He sure hoped their father was going to get an eyeful when he reviews the videos like he usually does before going to bed. Stuart was sure their Pa was going to have something to say when he saw them caught red handed in their bullshit.

Stuart decided he wasn’t going to give them another thought for the remainder of the night. He’d devise a lovely plot for revenge another day. Tonight, was about having dinner with the sexiest man he’d ever laid eyes on. A flutter of nervous energy flittered through his stomach once again as he turned his car into the decadent driveway of Donovan’s building. He drove around the fountain and pulled up to the valet as Donovan had instructed him to do, and before he could even set his hand on the door to open it, a uniform valet was already there to open the door for him.

Stuart stepped out of the car and handed the attentive valet his keys. He stared up at the towering luxury building, hosting what was no doubt equally luxurious living spaces with awe. He approached the front entrance and another uniformed employee; the doorman he surmised, opened the pristine glass and gold gilded doors with a flourish and a smile.

“Welcome to the Towers, Sir. My name is Dyson, please check in at the security desk and have a pleasant evening.” The man stated as he swept his arm towards the opulent circular black marble desk sitting in the middle of the room across the expansive, but tastefully decorated foyer.

He’s barely managed to mumble a, “thank you,” as he turned and walked towards to the desk. The big, beefy security officer behind the desk smiled pleasantly at his approach. Those intrepid butterflies once again took flight in his stomach when he gave the man his name and requested ID card. He then informed he the guard he was here to see Donovan Forbes.

“Ah, Mr. Forbes is expecting you, Sir. Please step towards the elevator and it will take you directly up to his penthouse. Have a good evening.” The officer politely stated as he handed him back his ID card.

Stuart had been duly impressed when he’s entered the building. He was even more so, now that he heard he was going to the penthouse. He loathed to think how much someplace like this cost, especially a penthouse accommodation. He shouldn’t be surprised; the MC club was lucrative from the many conversations he’d overheard between his brother and father. Also, his Pa’s construction company and architectural firm was worth millions from their commercial contracts around the city alone, not to mention the residential homes, apartments, and multi-million-dollar mansions they were also contracted to design and build.

Donovan was the CFO of his father’s businesses, so that must mean the man was excellent when it comes to his money management skills. He felt a tingle of heat shiver down his spine at the thought of all that sexiness, as well as the brains the man possessed, teamed up with that, I’m a badass with a take-charge attitude, almost made him swoon as he stepped onto the mirror paneled elevator.

He noticed he was the only passenger on the lift. The button with a scripted P embolized in it was already illuminated, so Stuart just shook out his hands, trying to expel some of his nervous energy. As soon as the doors silently closed. He took full advantage of the pristine mirrors to check his appearance and make minor adjustments to his clothing and smooth out his free-flowing mane of bright auburn waves. He quickly reapplied his lip glass, and shoved the tube back into his pocket before the lift glided to a smooth stop, and the doors quietly swooshed open.

Stuart’s breath hitched in his throat and he was rendered speechless as looked up and his eyes met those of the very man who has occupied his every thought since Reaper had opened his mouth, and boldly claimed him as his own in front of his brother, and whoever else that was in the vicinity of the MC’s dungeon room that fateful night he’s accepted Aaron’s audacious dare to attend leather night at the club not so long ago.

“There you are sweetness.” That deep baritone slithered over Stuart’s already muddled senses as he was gently guided off the elevator, and right into those long powerful arms. Stuart knees wobbled and threatened to give out all together as he was brought up flush against Donovan’s firm, wide chest. The man was dressed all in black, fitted black slacks, a soft black V-neck, form fitting, long sleeved shirt. The sleeves defined every curve of sculpted muscle, and the seams looked like they were straining to contain said muscles. Shiny leather loafers completed the oh so sinful ensemble, and Stuart wasn’t sure any of his synapses were firing anymore.

Two warm, big hands caressed him from his slender waist, up the curve of his spine, and thick fingers snaked into the heavy tresses of hair at the back of his head. He could only watch in anticipation as that decadent mouth descended towards his. Firm lips gently pressed against his own and even though his brain may have left the building, his body sure hadn’t. Stuart’s whole body shivered with sudden need; his cock pulsed to life. He swore his zipper was going to leave a permanent imprint along the sensitive shaft, he was so hard.

Stuart hadn’t expected such a sweet, lingering kiss. He’d expected a full-on assault of pure aggression. But the sheer tenderness of what he got left him almost gasping for air as Donovan slowly eased back. His eyes fluttered open, and the hooded, heated gaze staring back at him had him swallowing a whimper of pure desire.

“I’ve been counting the hours until you came to me. Now you’re here. Dinner is ready. I’m going to feed you. We’re going to get to know each other some more. I can’t wait. No distractions, no family, no one but you and me. I finally have you all to myself.” Donovan all but purred as he swooped back in and lasciviously ran his tongue along the curve of Stuart’s full bottom lip. “Mm… So sweet and all mine. Don’t you agree, precious?”

It took Stuart a minute to gather his thoughts enough though the haze of heat clouding his brain in order to answer the man. He gave the only answer he could, “yes, I agree.” He whispered on a shaky breath.

“Perfect. Come, let’s start our evening.” Donovan stated as he stepped back, but kept a firm supporting grip on Stuart’s elbow. Stuart couldn’t even manage to tear his eyes away from the man to inspect his surroundings. From the minute those elevator doors had opened, and their gazes clashed, Reaper solely held his entire focus. Anticipation and desire thrummed through every fiber of his being like a live current running underneath his skin. Everything and everyone, but the man leading him deeper into his home disappeared for him. Whatever the night may bring; Stuart was sure it was going to be life changing.

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

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If someone had asked Stuart to describe the inside of Donavan’s house in detail. He wouldn’t have been able to do it, not even if his life depended on it. From the time the man had opened his front door, Stuarts sole focus had pinpointed with laser sharp intensity on the God of a man and less on the man’s domain. Now, here he sat in an elegant dining room getting served what looked like a Michelin star worthy meal by said man. Stuart was a little flummoxed as he tried to come to terms with figuring out the two sides Donovan has presented to him so far. Reaper, the deadly biker who had first caught his attention. He presented himself just as he was, an insanely dangerous, give-no-shits, and unapologetic Sergeant of Arms for his father’s MC club. Reaper is a complete bad boy bad-ass who personified all of Stuarts deepest and darkest desires he’s fantasized about since stumbling head first into BDSM and kink as nosy younger brother to kinky ass siblings.

Then, Donovan Forbes in live and living color, Reapers alter ego almost, the charming debonair, insanely wealthy, and successful CFO of a multi-million architectural and construction firm had presented himself at Stuart’s family residence and charmed his mother. A woman who doesn’t take fools lightly into an awe-inspiring flurry of blushes worthy of any pre-teen pampered debutantes being presented to society for the first time. It was in that moment; Stuart knew he was irrevocably fucked. His little heart had stopped for a few seconds and had then fluttered back to life with such a rush of emotions, Stuart hadn’t known what to do with himself for the remainder of that evening. His heart now beats solely for this man, and he was scared of how quickly it happened, and concerned he truly didn’t know who Donovan truly was underneath it all.

“Would you like a glass of wine with your meal, baby?” Donovan’s question brought Stuart out of his headspace and his attention firmly back to the man seated across the table from him. He felt all kinds of warm and fuzzy in response to Donovan’s term of endearment. HE could so be this man’s baby or anything else Donovan wanted him to be. Stuart would happily take being this man’s baby any day.

“Um…no thank you. I think I need to keep a clear head tonight.” Stuart quietly responded as he lowered back to the steaming plate of food Donovan had placed in front of him just moments before. Stuart was unable to old the intensity of the man’s perusal.

Stuart felt like Donovan could see into the depths of his soul. He wasn’t sure if he was brave enough to have his desires made into reality. Stuart wasn’t sure if he’d be able to handle it. One thing he was sure about. If he managed to build up enough courage to explore all things he’s learned about over the years about the BDSM lifestyle, Stuart was sure Reaper would be more than capable of making his every wish a reality.

“It’s alright sweetness, I have a variety of beverages you can choose from.” Donovan stated as he made to get up and go back towards his state-of-the-art kitchen.

For some reason, Stuart didn’t want him to leave, not even long enough for him to provide something other than the dewy glass of water sitting next to his dinner plate. “No, water is fine. Let’s eat, unless you want something other than your wine.” Stuart stated as he unconsciously placed his hand on Donovan’s corded forearm. The muscles there felt rock hard underneath his soft fingertips.

A sexy smirk lifted the corner of those sexy as sin lips and Stuart could feel the heat of his blush burning the tips of his ears at the lascivious thoughts about having those lips exploring every inch of his body. Damn, his redheaded genes. He could never hide his feelings with the bright red flush that engulfs his entire body at the most inopportune moments.

Donovan gave him an all-knowing wink before settling back into his chair. “Eat your dinner before I put you on my plate instead.”

Stuart almost choked on the sip of water he’d just taken in attempts to cool himself off a little, but that comment brought the fire raging back with a vengeance through his gut, and pooling in between his legs. He groaned internally in his head. He was sure his poor cock was going to fall off before the evening was over. It can’t be healthy to be this hard for any period of time.

To his credit, Stuart managed to pick up his knife and fork and cut into the succulent steak drizzled with a creamy mushroom sauce in front of him. “So, tell me a little bit about Donovan Forbes.” Stuart put the slice of beef into his mouth and outright moaned out loud as the flavors burst across his taste buds. He almost closed his eyes and danced in place in his chair, the food tasted so good. Stuart glanced up to with the intent to compliment Donovan on his culinary skills when his eyes locked onto the man’s heated gaze.

Those dark eyes was focused so intently on him, a needy whimper almost seeped past Stuarts lips as he watched that incendiary stare drop to his lips before flicking back up to capture and hold him mesmerized. Stuarts dick pushed against his zipper like it just wanted to come out and play.

“You know, I’m going to be honest with you because I don’t know how to be anything other than up front with anyone in my world. Are you ready for that, sweetness.” Donovan stated as he sat back in his chair and crossed his legs, an ankle resting on his opposite knee. His hands casually clasped together on his lap.

Stuart could only slowly blink over at the man for a moment because he was sure his neurons must have stopped firing for minute as he got caught up, and swept away by that smoldering stare. Although intense, Donovan’s eyes held an underlying darkness to it. Something wicked was lurking just beneath the surface of the man, promising Stuart either a world of pain or a plethora of pleasure.

Hell at this point, Stuart was ready for a bit of both, and that right there was all the evidence he needed to understand why he was so drawn to both the depravity that Reaper represented and Donovan, the civilized charmer he was beginning to crave with everything in him. Stuart could only mutely nod his head in answer to Donovan’s question. He wanted honesty, he wasn’t sure how he was going to receive and respond to whatever truths Donovan was going to share with him, but Stuart was determined to pull up his big boy undies and deal with it.

What Stuart wasn’t prepared for in the least was the fact that one minute he was sitting in his chair completely forgetting about the food in front of him in favor for the man who prepared it. Stuart’s heart slammed against his sternum when he found himself flat on his back in the middle of said table, his arms held firmly in place above his head by one relentless giant hand. With a barely contained 250 plus pounds of muscled aggression standing in-between his trembling thighs. A beast was staring down at him like it was ravenous and he was the only form of sustenance it’s come across in days. Prey meet predator.

Stuart couldn’t tear his gaze away from the man hovering above him, he watched totally enthralled as Donovan tilted his head to the side and raked those mesmerizing eyes over his face. Desire trickled down Stuart’s spine, he felt that hot-blooded scrutiny like a physical caress. His throat went bone dry with the rigid length of Donovan’s impressive cock pressing against his inner thigh. Anticipation fluttered like butterflies in is stomach, his dinner was long forgotten. Stuart could’ve cared less that spilled wine or water was seeping through the back of his shirt, or that there were plates, cutlery, and food now scattered across the once pristine tiles.

He was so ready to submit all that he was to this man. Stuart wanted to just wrap his legs around that solid form and beg to be taken any way Donovan wanted. But he dared not move, some deeply ingrained instinct told him to remain still, not to provoke the beast, and wait for his reward. Because in all reality, whatever Donovan was getting ready to do or say to him, he was all for it.

A man like him didn’t look at you like that unless he wasn’t planning doing something utterly sinful and decadent to your mind and body. Hopefully whatever was going to happen, Stuart hoped it provided him with the opportunity to get his hands and mouth on the man. With that thought floating around his head, Stuart could feel his mouth now watering whereas just a second ago his throat was a dry as the Sahara at the carnal images in his mind of getting his mouth on the man’s impressive cock.

“You want to know a little more about me my sweet strawberry.” Donovan all but purred in his ear. That deep gravelly voice, the warm breath tickling against the sensitive lobe had Stuart literally panting like a bitch in heat. “I was prepared to be civil. I was prepared to try to be charming, to woo you with a gentle hand, but baby. The mere sight of you, your scent, and the very sounds you make drive all those fucking ideals right out of my fucking head.”

“I need you to know who and what I am. I need you to open those wide pretty eyes, and I want you to be one hundred percent sure that see me for who I am, because baby when I fuck you, that ass, your body, and even your mind will belong solely to me and only me.”

Thick fingers grasped Stuart’s chin and turbulent eyes stared down at him. Stuart’s very breath stuttered out his throat. He mustered up enough courage to respond, “nothing you say will change the fact that I want to be yours. I already belong to you if aren’t already aware of that fact.”

“Fuck!” Donovan swore and Stuart shivered, just as quickly as Donovan had him flat on his back on the table, the man had sat back down in the chair behind him. Stuart sat up in time to see his man raking his thick fingers through his disheveled hair before once again capturing his gaze. “I am not a nice person. All this polish and civility is a façade I present to the world of these uptight morally standing citizens. I’m certifiable, a psychopath. Diagnosed by medical professionals in the early years of my once shitty life.”

“I have no conscience and fuck remorse. I care about who and what I choose to care about. I have blood on my hands, I’ve killed those deserving to no longer mingle among polite society without regrets. I live and breathe aggression; I know no other way. I will take over your life if you let me. I do deplorable things to people on daily for my brothers, for your father, and know that I would happily kill for you. Can you handle that? Can someone as sweet and gentle natured as you actually want to tie yourself to an animal like me?” Donovan asked as he steadfastly stared straight into Stuart’s wide eyes.

The mask was off, the veneer of polish had been removed and Stuart knew he was looking at Reaper, the dark entity, the dangerous beast living and breathing just underneath the polished sophistication of Donovan Forbes. The two parts that made the man whole, and for Stuart, he didn’t even have to think about it. He knew what Reaper was capable of, and some of it could be considered some depraved shit. Reaper wasn’t in his father MC club because was only good with money. He wasn’t Sergeant of Arms and his father’s go to man even more so than Patty Jr. For a reason. One didn’t grow up in and around the club and not know how brutal the brothers needed to be and can be when necessary.

Stuart actually felt humbled and awed that he’d captured this man’s attention, and that Reaper’s feelings for him were strong enough that the man wanted to own him. In this world claiming him would make him Reaper’s “Old Man” so to speak, and that right there was more sacred than marriage. Maybe Stuart was jumping ahead of himself, but a boy could dream.

“I’m the son of the President of the ruling MC club in this city. I am the little brother to the VP and Head Enforcer to that same club. I’m not some naïve little sheltered angel that everyone makes me out to be. I may have been kept out of the club and its day-to-day operations, but I know who and what the club stands for, and what you guys have to do to protect each other and the lives of everyone involved. You say you are a psychopath, a product of sheer aggression without remorse. Then I say okay, that is who you are, but answer me this. Would you deliberately hurt me emotionally or physically?”

“Fuck no!” Came the almost horrified but immediate response that had Stuart feeling extremely satisfied and particularly brave. His smile was as innocent as they came as he slid himself off the edge of the table holding that enigmatic eyes as he placed the palms of his hands on those solid tree truck thighs. Stuart slightly spread those muscled legs wider so he could fit himself in between them.

A rumbling growl escaped the man as Stuart dropped to his knees in front of Reaper. The man who already owned his every thought, and was quickly beginning to own his heart and soul. He reached for Donovan’s belt with more courage than he was feeling. But he refused to let his lack of experience cloud his judgement, or discourage him from showing this man he was more than worthy of Stuart and all the love and gentleness he could bring to the table. Stuart peeked up at those chiseled features from beneath his lashes. The sexy smirk and the challenging raised brow were enough to bolster Stuart’s resolve.

Calling forth everything he’s seen while watching all of the tagged porn sites on Aaron’s computer, and watching all the club bunnies servicing Patty Jr. While hiding in the club on more than one occasion. Stuart was determined to make this man see stars or at least feel good. Reaper had turned him into a shuddering mess that one night in the club, and this was his chance to show the man he not only did he have a backbone. He also wanted Reaper to understand that he could give as good as he could receive. Just as Reaper wanted him to see him as he truly is, Stuart wanted the same thing.

His nimble fingers made quick work of unbuckling the expensive leather belt. Stuart was eager to get to his prize hidden behind the zipper of those fitted slacks. Saliva pooled in his mouth as he unzipped the man, there wasn’t a tremble in sight as he reached and wrapped his delicate fingers around the pulsing girth of that massive silk covered cock. Stuart had never felt as powerful as he did in that moment. He was completely awed by the fact that this powerful man was letting him touch him without restraint, and from the rumbling growls said man was freely using to encourage Stuart to continue, made him feel like he was ten feet tall. Reaper was not one to let anyone touch him and live to talk about it. The fact that he gave Stuart free reign humbled him, and he looked up long enough to silently ask permission to take his ministrations further.

“Take me out and wrap those gorgeous lips around my cock sweetness. Let me see what that feisty little mouth can do.” Donovan purred as he spread his legs wider giving Stuart greater access to his mouth-watering body.

Stuart shuffled closer, Donovan’s words and his scent enticing him to do just that. The little bite of command from his words turned the inferno already churning inside his gut into a raging inferno. Stuart wasted no time as he pulled that thing of beauty from the confines of the man’s underwear. Reaper watched him with heated, hood eyes as he leaned forward and swiped his tongue over the dripping slit. His man’s flavor burst across his taste buds and Stuart growled and dived in for more. He licked his way up that thick vein on the underside of the long, solid shaft. Reaper’s girth made it almost impossible for Stuart to hold him with one hand.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby. Just like that. Wrap those sweet lips around the head and suck me baby boy. Make me feel it” Donovan groaned as his hips thrust forward bringing that cock even closer.

Stuart lifted his other hand from where it was resting on that rock hard thigh. Using both hands, he held the base of Reapers dick and did exactly as he was told. He sucked the wide, silky head of the man’s cock into his mouth. Again, he was almost overcome with Reaper’s flavor, his own covered cock was leaking copiously in his underwear, his asshole quivered with sheer anticipation, but he ignored his own discomfort in order to simply enjoy the entire experience of having this beast at his mercy.

Stuart let go of all his uncertainties and self-imposed restraints as he followed Reapers growled commands. He quickly learned to listen and read the cues of his man’s body to learn what gave him the most pleasure. In no time at all, he felt Reapers fingers tangle in his hair and he began to buck against Stuarts face. Stuart couldn’t deep throat the monster between his lips and true to his word, Reaper tempered his thrusts in order not to hurt him.

The extreme control the man had over his body, even when Reaper was in the throughs of taking and receiving his pleasure was nothing other than mind boggling to Stuart. Drool dribbled down Stuarts chin, and tears pooled in his eyes, but he continued sucking on the warm rigid length as if his life depended on it. Reapers breaths became stuttered and his thrust turned choppy, it wasn’t until Reaper groaned out Stuarts name and his body bucked one more time before Stuarts mouth was flooded with hot cum.

Stuart didn’t have time to make a decision, he swallowed what he could but cum still escaped his lips around the girth of that pulsing cock. Fire skated down the length of his spine, his toes curled, and stars burst behind his clenched eyelids. His mouth popped off Reapers length as the shock of his own orgasm rippled through his body, drenching his already saturated confines of his clothes’.

“Fuck, so you’re so fucking beautiful.” Reaper uttered right before surged forward and captured Stuart lips in a bone melting kiss.

Stuart was sure Donovan could taste himself on his lips as two big hands held his face in place, and that wicked tongue explored every corner of his mouth before sliding sensually against his own. Their lips barely separated before Reaper dived back in, Stuart’s heart settled and a feeling of sheer utter contentment filled him as his body melted against his man’s much larger frame. For a self proclaimed aggressor, Reaper was handling him with such gentle regard at the moment, that Stuart knew it was going to be to his sole purpose in life to show Reaper he was such much more than he thought himself to be.

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Pulling into the driveway at the back of his parents’ house at o’dark thirty in the morning was a little more daunting than Stuart had ever thought it was going to be. It wasn’t his fear of being reprimanded by his parents for being out so late on a date. They were never one to stand on airs like that even seeing who his father was, and a mother who is the definition of grace and elegance. His parents had never made coming and going in this household an issue. The only rule was set by the Queen of the castle, and all his mother decreed was that we communicate so she doesn’t worry if were lying on the side of the road, dead, in a ditch somewhere.

No, his true fear was centered around the heathen devils he’s had the ultimate misfortune of being related to, whom are all possibly camping out in his room already, set, and waiting to give him grief, merciless hours of God-awful cheesy innuendos, and the hazing he was sure was set to commence the minute he stepped through the door. He wouldn’t be surprised if Patty flipped him upside down and ordered the supposedly meek Darren, their resident doctor in training to pull his pants down and examine his nether regions checking for signs of abuse. Oh why, oh why couldn’t he have been an only child?

Turning off his baby’s ignition and watching the headlights fade out until the back of the house was no longer illuminated, Stuart sat in the driver’s seat and contemplated whether he should just go back to Donovan’s house and hide away from his brothers, until they found something other to do other than harassing him just because they can. But Donovan had made it clear after devouring him like he was Sunday dinner, he wasn’t going to go any further tonight until they had a proper sit down and discussed their boundaries. They were supposed to have done so tonight, but things got a little bit more heated than planned, and words wasn’t necessarily a part of the best orgasm Stuart’s ever experienced in his life.

Stuart wasn’t stupid, and Reaper had made it clear that he was into some hardcore kink. He was also starting to realize that Reaper and Donovan were the same person, but different in a sense, whereas Reaper is the bad ass, a rough and unapologetic master of erotically filthy passions, Donovan is the edgy, but there was a gentle side of the dangerous man. Donovan was possessive, but also sweet, a full on sexy as hell Daddy. There were so many complicated layers to the beast of a man, and every single one of them so worked for Stuart on every level.

Like some idealistic, wilting high school teenager, he could only imagine what he looked like sitting there almost swooning over the memories of his evening. He pictured himself as one of his favorite cartoon characters, Bug’s Bunny, dramatically sighing out loud with cupid, hearts circulating his head, complete with a heart-tipped arrow piercing the middle of his chest. Instalove at its finest.

A startled squeal erupted from the depths of Stuart’s throat; his hands clutched the front of his shirt covering pounding heart when out of nowhere someone suddenly tapped on his driver’s side window. Whipping his head around he peered through the tinted glass and spotted his father standing in the middle of the driveway wearing nothing but pajama bottoms riding low on his sculpted hips. The man was holding a steaming cup of coffee in one hand. His father’s salt and pepper hair were tousled like he’s just rolled out of bed and sauntered downstairs into the kitchen. He must have spotted Stuart when he pulled into the driveway only moments ago.

With his heart rate pumping at a more reasonable pace, Stuart opened his car door and exited the vehicle. “Hey Dad, you scared me for a minute. Sorry to be coming home so late.” He greeted his still stunningly handsome parent. No one could ever argue that the gene pool in this family was ever lacking. His parents still turned heads wherever they went, and his brothers have broken many hearts with their whoringly, whoreish ways.

His father threw a heavily muscled arm around his shoulder and pulled him to his side, cuddling Stuart like he used to ever since he could remember. Stuart could help but snuggle into the warmth radiating off his father’s skin. Patrick senior has always smelled like Dad, a hint of soap, a whiff of his mother’s favorite perfume, and his underlying maleness. A scent that never failed to wrap him in comfort and safety for all his life. “Hey Kiddo, do I need to commit murder. Are you okay? How as your night?” he asked as he steered me towards the house.

Of course, his father always chose violence first, it was the nature of a monster, as so many people in the underbelly of this city has labeled the President of a ruthless MC club. As an upstanding but no holds barred businessman, polite members of the community and his business associates stood in awe and reverence of the larger-than-life man as well. They all knew he was ruthless, a true Demon when he wanted to be, but they would never have the courage to say it to his face.

One thing was for certain, his father has earned his colors, he was never and will never be someone to take anyone’s disrespect, Patrick Sr. Will always live up to his hard-ass reputation first and foremost. But to Stuart, he was just his dad, a loving father who has spoiled him rotten and wouldn’t think twice about killing anyone for looking at him or anyone in his family the wrong way. It was only Reaper’s loyalty, respect, and love for my father and the club why he’s still vertical and breathing right about now.

We entered the house, and the soft glow of the under-cabinet kitchen lights illuminated my mother’s domain. The scent of her perfume and whatever she’ prepared for dinner earlier was still lingering in the air, and the warmth of home surrounded me like a weighted comfort blanket. Stuart turned as he heard the refrigerator door slam closed. His father held several covered food containers in his large hands as he sauntered over to the island counter. He then proceeded to grab a large serving bowl from the cabinet behind him. As soon as he popped lid after lid from several of the containers, the sound of shuffling feet could be heard coming gingerly down the back hallway staircase.

The demon spawns themselves poured into the kitchen one by one like the aberrations of chaos they are. They all crowded around our father scoping out the late-night goodies like they’d never seen food before.

“Ya’ll are God damn vultures, go find ya’ own food.” Their father whisper shouted as he elbowed the massive walls of flesh away from his bounty. His brothers expertly dodged those huge, lethal arms and continued to crowd the older man to peek over his wide shoulders at the leftovers his mother had so painstakingly put away, most likely for their lunch tomorrow, well today or later in the afternoon to be technical judging by the current time.

“Come on Dad, there’s enough to go around, we’ll tell mom we ate it. You know she packed the salads in the fridge specifically for you. Technically this pot roast is for us.” Aaron daringly pointed out.

Our father raised one stern eyebrow, and that was all it took to shut them up. Stuart had to bite his lip to keep from laughing at the way three grown ass men could still be brought to their knees with only one look from their father. He gently inched his way towards the staircase. If they were busy squabbling over food, trying not to wake up their mother, then their attention wasn’t on him and the fact he’d come home so late. With hope blossoming in his chest, Stuart reasoned that they wouldn’t have time to start in on him as per usual if he made his escape now.

Moving as inconspicuously as possible, Stuart kept an eye on them like they were cunning predators using a distraction method before they pounced on their prey. Just as he made it to the first step of the stairs, he bumped into something soft and silky, the soft fragrance surrounding that someone smelled strongly of the woman who ran this household with an iron fist. Stuart froze right there on the spot; his father and brothers were busy piling mashed potatoes and chunks of meat into several bowls. Darren was gingerly prying the microwave door open when he felt his mother’s dainty hands rest on his shoulders as she moved him aside to get a full view of the shenanigans occurring in her pristine kitchen at this ungodly hour of the morning.

His mother stepped further into the kitchen with her hands planted firmly on her shapely hips. Her night robe swirled around her fuzzy bed slippers. She was always so put together and immaculate no matter what. She’d always reminded Stuart of one of those classically glamourous Hollywood sirens on the big screen, elegantly appointed in her emerald green flowing silken robe with her feminine slippers almost a perfect match in color to her robe. The color set off the red flames of her wavy hair flowing down her back to perfection. Stuart’s own bright curls almost paled in comparison to her thick locks.

His father had always said he was enamored the minute he saw her and the fire she possessed; he’d always described her as his Phoenix. Whelp, his old Sir and his offspring were about to get the full-on blast of that fire he’s worshipped so endearingly over the years. God be with you dear father; Stuart projected his condolences in his mind as he turned and flew up the stairs to the freedom of his bedroom. Stuart chose peace over the entertainment he was sure he would get from watching his father and brothers scramble when they realized the situation just morphed into DEFCON 2 with the arrival of the Queen into her kingdom. A kingdom they were currently defiling, but he was more concerned about himself right about now than them in this instance. An amused giggle escaped his lips as he pushed his bedroom door open.

The smile quickly slipped from his lips when he stepped further into the room. “For the love of God!” Stuart exclaimed as he closed and locked his bedroom door behind himself effectively shutting out his mother’s voice as she reprimanded the degenerate’s downstairs. That woman had a colorful vocabulary at best. But his attention was firmly drawn to the latest prank those overgrown toddlers had concocted.

Stuart sauntered over to his bed and warily surveyed the neatly arranged items on his comforter like they were an angry snake, coiled and ready to bite him. He rolled his eyes at the sight of the medical grade sitz bath, the donut pillow, and the industrial size tub of Recticare cream. “Are you kidding me?” He muttered as he snatched up and read the neatly typed instruction sheet about anal and peri care instructions that read like a “What to do when your first Expecting,” pamphlet in an OB/GYN office. Not that he had any first-hand experience with such things, it was the first thing that popped into his mind as he read the first few lines on the paper.

Crumbling the ridiculous piece of paper and throwing it into the garbage bin next to his bed, Stuart gathered up the items and threw them in his closet. It was almost comical he could tell exactly which brother provided which item. He kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks. He then peeled off his jacket and shirt and dropped them in his laundry basket as he made his way into his ensuite bathroom. He was again stopped in his tracks on the way to his toilet when he spotted the bath chair sitting in the middle of the walk-in shower, another sitz tub, and a box of Epsom salt was sitting neatly next to it. At least they were thorough.

Shaking his head he continued to the toilet and took care of relieving his bladder. Stuart decided to look at the positivity of the situation. If Reaper had decided to go all the way and fuck him through the dining room table surely wrecking his ass with all that barely contained power, he was sure that man possessed, then Stuart was sure he was going to need every single item his brothers had provided for him and then some.

Stuart had just pulled his long sleeve pajama shirt over his head when he heard his phone vibrating its way across his nightstand. It’d better not be one of his brothers calling him to help intervene with their mother. No way was he going to put himself in the line of fire for any of them after they’d all but haunted him all evening about his date with Reaper.

A flutter of excited energy set off little butterflies through his stomach when he saw the facetime request from the man who’s been recently occupying all the prime real estate in his mind. Stuart but dived onto his bed and immediately swiped his finger across the screen to accept the video call, swinging his legs behind him like an enamored teenage girl.

“There’s my sweet strawberry.” Donavon voice deeply purred sending shivers of delight down Stuart’s spine. “I trust you made it home okay and your siblings are in one piece?”

Stuart could wipe the stupid grin off his face even if he was held at gunpoint. His eyes hungrily roamed over the stunning features of the prime male specimen displayed on the screen of his phone. He almost didn’t hear what the man said. He was paying too much attention to the expanse of naked skin so unapologetically displayed for his viewing pleasure. Reapers entire body was a work of art, but his sculpted chest and abdomen was made to be worshipped by mere men like himself. His tattoos made the image even more mouthwatering. Donavon’s amused chuckle brought Stuart out of his fixated trance; he immediately swiped his hand across his mouth. He was pretty sure he was drooling at all that sexiness in front of him.

He could feel a fierce blush ignite its way across his skin with the mere thought that only hours ago he had his hands on this devastatingly sexy man. A man that was bound and determined to make sure Stuart belonged to him.

“I wonder what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours that’s causing such an intoxicating blush. Do you like what you see perhaps little one?” That deep baritone had Stuart’s cock rigid in an instant, he had to refrain from rubbing himself against the mattress like a horny puppy.

“Um…” Was the only reply Stuart could muster at this point. His brain misfired as majority of his blood rushed south to his aching cock. He was more than surprised he could still get hard after the epic orgasm he’d had earlier that very evening on the man’s dining table no less.

Another amused chuckle had Stuart shyly ducking his face into plush the comforter covering his bed. “I made it home okay.” He managed to mumble while still hiding like an ostrich burying its head in the stand.

“No hiding that gorgeous face sweetness. Let me see you, let me see all of your reactions to me. I live for them.” That voice dropped even lower and Stuart had to swallow the needy whimper bubbling its way up his throat. He managed to lift his head and he almost swallowed his tongue at change of view and angle of Reaper’s phone. Gone was that amazing expanse of smooth muscled chest. Replacing it was a strong, deeply veined hand wrapped around a thick mouthwateringly hard cock. “Look at what you do to me. See the effect you have on me just mere hours after having you writhing in my hands.”

Stuart’s cock jerked in his underwear and he swore he just came all over himself just by this man’s words alone. He was incapable of speech at this point as he fixated on watching that large hand slowly glided up and down the length of that impressive shaft. Stuart had to shake his head and do a double take at the screen of his phone when the view suddenly switched from that beautiful cock to Donavon’s gorgeous face.

A wicked smirk graced those sexy lips as Stuart blinked at the person who had him so off kilter.

“As much as it would give me pleasure to have you watch me get myself off for you, my darling. I want you to dream of me tonight when you lose your eyes. I want you to imagine I’m lying here thinking about your taste on my tongue, and the feel of you against me. I want you to know I am getting off on it. I want you to picture it in your mind, think about it, and to know you want me just as much as I want you. Sweet dreams little one.” Donavon blew him a kiss and disconnected the call like he hadn’t just set Stuart’s entire body on fire.

“Fuck.” Stuart muttered as he flung the phone further onto the bed and rolled over onto his back. His dick throbbed like it had its own heartbeat. It stuck straight up towards his belly button like it was accusing him for the state it was currently experiencing.

Stuart closed his eyes and did exactly what Reaper had instructed him to do, he pushed his underwear down to his thighs and took himself in his hand. The bulbous head was already wet with precome, he was so worked up he was sure it wouldn’t take more than a few strokes to explode like a geyser all over himself. He was so hot and bothered by just his man’s word alone. He bit his bottom lip and willed himself to remain quiet as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. The images he’d conjured and just the thought of Donavon coming by thinking about Stuart had him curling on himself as his cock pumped out line after line of thick cum. His breath hitched in his throat, and his heart raced at almost an impossible pace.

He’d cum so hard for the second time in one night, Stuart though he lost vision in his left eye for a minute. No sooner than he was finally able to catch his breath, his phone pinged with a notification. He was almost too tired to reach for it, but the cooling cum on his hand and abdomen had him sitting up and reaching for the box of tissues on his bedside table. After cleaning up a bit and disposing the tissues in the garbage, Stuart sauntered into the bathroom to finish up and get into bed. His bones felt like jelly and a warm buzz coursed through his veins.

Once dressed in his softest jammies. Stuart crawled into bed and made himself comfortable under his mountain of blankets. Releasing a satisfied sigh, he finally grabbed his phone and swiped his finger across the screen. The image that met him had him smiling like a doofus all over again. He fell asleep to the image of his man’s spent cock now resting inconspicuously against his muscled thigh, with the line of his release painting his chiseled abs and a brief message wishing him a good night.

1. Chapter 1
2. Chapter 2
3. Chapter 3
4. Chapter 4
5. Chapter 5
6. Chapter 6
7. Chapter 7
8. Chapter 8
9. Chapter 9
10. Chapter 10
11. Chapter 11
12. Chapter 12
13. Chapter 13
14. Chapter 14
15. Chapter 15
16. Chapter 16
17. Chapter 17