Page 21 of The Enforcer

“All good,” he says, tossing the cloth away and motioning for me to follow him back inside to his office. Once inside, I sprawl out on the couch, kicking my feet up while Prez makes himself comfortable leaning against the edge of his desk. “I don’t need to tell you to be careful with our lawyer, right?”

“Nope,” I reply, putting my hands behind my head. “I have no intentions of fucking him over. We’ve already talked about it. If things go south, which I don’t think they will, Shane will still work in the same capacity he does now. He’s a professional, Prez.”

He nods, satisfied with my answer, then his scowl deepens. “Fuck. I owe Rax fifteen grand.”

“Why?” I ask, eyebrows furrowed.

“He bet me you two would get together before your next trip to Cuba.”

I shake my head in disbelief. “Y’all gossip like fucking high school girls.”

Prez shrugs, not looking the least bit embarrassed.

Since we have the situation with me and Shane figured out, I get down to business. “What happened with Kirk? How are we going to handle him?”

“He’s leaving town. I told him if I catch him around here again, he’ll catch a bullet between the eyes. I would have done it as soon as he signed the club over to us, but I didn’t want any heat to come down on us if he turns up missing. Better he flees town than his body show up in the morgue.”

I nod. “Good plan. If he comes back?”

“If he’s dumb enough to come back, I’ll put him down myself.”

Chapter Ten

Shane

Zeke and I have hung out at his place and at the clubhouse often, but it’s very rare that he comes to my place. Not because he doesn’t like it here, but his place is more easily accessible between the clubhouse and my job. It just makes more sense for us to be at his place when we’re watching a movie or having dinner. And to be honest, this condo I live in isn’t really for living. It’s a testament to how far I’ve come from my humble beginnings from a lower middle-class family. Do I love it? Not really. I don’t hate it either, which is why I haven’t given it up yet.

I’m nervous as fuck to have Zeke here. I’ve spent the last few hours cleaning and straightening everything up, even though there wasn’t much that needed to be done. I even think about ordering groceries so we can cook instead of going out to eat or ordering takeout. I feel like that’ll be … romantic or something?

Groaning, I flop on the couch, putting my head in my hands. Why am I nervous? It’s Zeke. We’ve done this a few times already. It’s not a big deal.

It is a big deal if we’ve never done it with a relationship or a future in mind.

I groan again, leaning back against the couch. I’m not sure why I’m overthinking it. Being with Zeke is the goal. It’s what I wanted since I started to develop feelings for him that weren’t strictly platonic. So why is it so hard?

Probably for that exact reason. I don’t want to fuck this up. I want Zeke, now and for many more years to come. We know we’re good together as friends and hot as fuck when we want to make each other come, but what about the stuff in between? Can we make the transition from friends to lovers?

Before I can answer those pressing questions, three soft raps sound at my front door before it opens and Zeke sticks his head inside. We both gave each other our house keys, just in case of an emergency. Even though my mind is all over the place, I grin when we lock eyes, my cock throbbing when a slow, salacious smile spreads across his face. Rising from the couch, I meet him at the door as he shuts it, pressing him against it as I kiss him.

Zeke grips my waist, his strong hands holding me tight. I moan as I plunder his mouth, loving how his hands feel on me.

For a moment, my world spins and I switch places with Zeke, my back pressed against the door as he pins my body with his. My dick grows harder as he rubs against my thigh.

I had every intention to sit Zeke down and talk more about what we expect from each other, but it seems like since I’m allowed to touch and kiss him now, I can’t stop.

Pulling my lower body from the door, Zeke slides a hand down the back of my sweatpants, gripping my ass cheeks hard. I whimper in his mouth, wanting so much more.

I’m not sure how Zeke knows, but he must sense it because he slides his finger down my crease, rubbing and pressing against my hole. When his fingers glide over the ridges of my entrance, I moan, melting into him. I want him inside me so bad, it’s almost a physical ache.

Snatching his mouth from mine, Zeke pants as he looks down at me, his kiss-swollen lips irresistible. I move forward, smashing our lips together once more. Zeke gives in, tangling his tongue with mine, his free hand drifting to my face. He turns me slightly, melding our lips together how he wants. I follow his lead, just wanting Zeke to keep kissing me.

God, I’ll never get enough of this man. I’ll never have enough of his touch, his kiss, his presence. He’s everything. I’ve been in love with him for years—now that I can finally have him how I want him, I don’t want to let him go. I don’t think I can.

Zeke drags his mouth from mine, pressing our foreheads together as he continues to play with my hole. Panting against my lips, he tells me, “I want you in your room, naked on the bed. Now.”

Whimpering, I nod and give him one more quick kiss before I do what he told me to do. He slaps my ass as I walk past and I jump before chuckling low in my throat. I move so fast, my nerves don’t have time to get the best of me before I’m stripping naked.

It takes no time to shed my clothing and climb on my bed, naked as the day I was born. I look down at myself, a little nervous that Zeke won’t like what he sees. I’m not as big as him, but I’m not slim. I have a four pack on a good day, but I’m not as stacked as Zeke. Average size would be the best way to describe my body, even though I’m fit. Most of the men and women he fucks are in good shape, like him. The twinkish ones are all soft curves and lithe lines. I’m not sure I can compete.

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