Page 19 of The Enforcer

Prez is seated in the waiting area, his fingers interlocked on his lap. He looks like he belongs here. Not in a criminal capacity or someone that needs legal counsel—like he would fit right in working here. Even the tattoos on the back of his hands don’t seem out of place. Prez always looks so put together, so professional, making the face of the MC one of utter professionalism. If you only saw Prez when presented with the MC, you wouldn’t think we were the degenerates that we are.

When he sees me and Kirk, Prez stands, buttoning his suit jacket. I look down at my black slacks and blue dress shirt, wishing I had thought to wear a suit. But the only one I own is the one I wore to my father’s funeral. I think I’ve gained a bit more muscle since then; I doubt it would fit.

Prez looks over Kirk with a sneer, then turns his hard, brown eyes on me. “Shane said he’s ready as soon as you got here with this.” He inclines his chin to Kirk, not even sparing him another look.

I knock on the office door, waiting for Shane to tell me to enter. I usually just stick my head in, but this is a business meeting. I don’t want to make my man look bad.

I grin, repeating the words in my head. My man. Mine. Shane finally belongs to me. After so many years of waiting and pining and hoping, I finally get to call him mine. It makes my heart thump with excitement. Oh, the things I have planned for him.

After Shane tells us to enter, I push the door open, stepping back so Prez and Kirk can walk in before me. “In you go,” I tell Kirk, gesturing with my arm.

Shane’s eyes widen when he sees me. He’s never seen me dressed so nicely. I watch how he takes me in, swallowing thickly as he stands from behind his desk. He motions for us to sit, but there are only two chairs. Prez and Kirk take a seat and I stand behind them, arms crossed.

I smile smugly at Shane, watching his eyes widen more as he licks his lips nervously. Prez shakes his head, not missing anything. I’m sure we’ll have to talk about it, but there’s not much to say. I’m not going to give him up. Shane and I already talked about what a failed relationship would mean for the club. I don’t plan for it to fail, but we’ve talked about it just in case. Prez will just have to get used to the idea of me and Shane being together.

Clearing his throat, Shane looks at Kirk. “You understand that by this transfer of ownership, you have no legal right or claim to anything that goes on in or around this property?”

Kirk grumbles a yes, holding his hands tightly in front of him.

“Good,” Shane says, putting a contract in front of him with tabs attached. Shane goes through what the contract states and I admire how thorough he is. There’s no way Kirk can come back to say that we stole his club, that we made a shitty deal or that we tricked him in any way. Shane has thought of everything.

Signature after signature is applied to the contract, both Prez’s and Kirk’s. I watch Shane as he talks, loving this more serious side of him. I didn’t pay much attention to him when he was defending Rax all those years ago, so seeing him in his element is fucking arousing. I’ve always had a soft spot for the nerds and the prim and proper types. Those are the ones that have a secret filthy side. I wonder if I can take Shane apart, debase him until he shows me how filthy he can really be. I can’t fucking wait.

After what seems like forever, the last signature is affixed to the contract and Shane collects it, drumming the papers together until they’re even. “I’ll notarize these and get each of you will have a copy.”

Prez stands, grabbing Kirk under the arm. “Come on. I’ll walk you back to the car.” That sounds like a threat if I’ve ever heard one. Kirk blanches, looking back at me like I’m the lesser of the two evils. I have to say he’s right. I might not give a fuck about laying someone out, but Prez radiates that shit in waves. He’s a dark, deadly motherfucker and I love that about him. I don’t think there’s anything that could soften him up. Prez has the bark and the bite.

Glancing at me once they get to the door, Prez says, “Come see me after you’re … done here.” He motions between me and Shane. I grin while Shane’s cheeks turn a bright shade of pink. He’s fucking adorable when he’s feeling all shy.

Once Kirk and Prez are gone, I lock the door, looking over at Shane. His eyes are smoldering as he watches me. “Fuck, Zeke. You look fucking amazing.” He walks over to me, pressing me against the door as he runs his hands up and down my back.

I flip him around, caging him in. I love the differences in our bodies. He’s not small by normal standards, maybe five ten and one hundred sixty pounds. But compared to me—almost six four and well over two hundred pounds—he’s petite. Shane looks up at me with a grin. “Not as good as you, Counselor.” I kiss him long and hard, pressing up against him so our pelvises meet. I want to check on him, see how his day has been going. But he tastes so fucking good and I don’t want to move my lips from his.

Dropping my hands, I try to undo his pants, but Shane is quicker. He drops to his knees in front of me, opening my pants and pulling out my brick hard shaft. He says nothing as he takes me in his mouth, sucking me in until I hit the back of his throat.

I groan and curse, looking down at the amazing sight of Shane’s lips stretched wide around my dick. “Take all of me,” I tell him, pushing further into his mouth. “Suck me all the way in.”

Shane pops off my dick, smiling as he jerks me. “You gotta be quiet. Don’t want my coworkers to hear.”

I roll my eyes but do what he says. I’m not used to being quiet, as I don’t have to at the clubhouse or at home. But I can do it for Shane. It’s actually pretty hot to try to keep quiet, especially when Shane is sucking my dick so good.

Since I realized I wanted Shane, I’ve imagined this moment—him on his knees, lips wrapped snugly around my length as he sucks me down, his large hands stroking me. Now that it’s happening, I never want it to end. Shane was made to suck dick. He is the right amount of responsive and enthusiastic, moaning each time he bobs on my dick. His slick hands stroke me with the right amount of pressure, making me pant as I slowly surge my hips forward.

Shane dips his tongue into my slit and I hiss, the blissful sensation rolling through me. He moans when my hips push forward with more force, gripping the back of one of my thighs as he glides his wet mouth on my stiff rod. His head bobs faster, his spit slick mouth making a mess out of me and my pants. I couldn’t give less of a fuck.

“Christ,” I groan in a low voice, thrusting my fingers through his hair. “I’m going to come. Don’t waste a drop, baby.”

Shane meets my eyes, the deep green color blazing. Curling my fingers into his hair, I hold him still as I plunge into his mouth, once, twice, three more times before I’m spilling, my orgasm making my knees weak. The swallowing motions around the head of my cock keeps my release going on and on until I have to lock my knees to keep them from buckling. All the while, Shane sucks me gently, pulling every last drop of cum from my dick.

Slowly, Shane drags his mouth away, licking at my shaft and over my cockhead, cleaning me up so none of my seed is left behind. He can follow directions really well.

Pulling him to his feet, I slam my mouth on his. Shane grabs the back of my head, thrusting his tongue into my mouth, feeding me my orgasm. I groan, pressing harder into him as I taste myself.

I go back to trying to get in his pants but Shane stops my hands. Pulling back, I give him a look. “Let me?—”

He shakes his head with a wide grin. “Not here. I have to stay in this suit all day.”

I match his grin. “Take the pants off then. Let me get you off.”

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