Page 20 of The Enforcer

With a gleam in his eyes, Shane scrambles to remove his shoes and pants, folding them neatly and putting them on his desk. He slides his briefs under his ass, his hard cock jutting out and pointing right at me. I chuckle as I step into him, wrapping a hand around his dick. He hisses, putting his head on my shoulder. “I won’t last. It’ll be quick, I promise.”

Stepping back, I spit between us, getting him wet so I can jerk him with ease. Moving my hand on his dick faster, I glide my other hand around his back, sliding down the crack of his ass. As I kiss his neck, I put pressure against his hole, wanting to be in him so badly, I ache.

“I can’t wait to fuck you,” I mutter between kisses, being careful not to leave marks since he’s at work. Shane moans softly, panting as I continue to play with him. I drop kisses along the side of his face, talking to him while his hole contracts around my finger. “I can’t wait to watch your ass take my dick to the hilt. I know you’re nice and tight. So fucking tight.” Shane pants, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he pushes his hips into my hand. “Want me to fuck this tight hole, baby?” I ask, tapping it for emphasis. “Want to scream my name when you come because I’m hitting your spot just right?”

“Fuck. Zeke!” Shane wraps his hand around the head of his dick as he comes, catching his release in his hand.

I continue to jerk him and press against his entrance, not ready to let him go just yet.

I meant what I said to him. I can’t wait to be inside his ass. He’ll be tight and slick, hugging my dick until I paint his walls with my cum. He’ll scream my name as I drag the head of my cock over his prostate over and over again to drive him fucking crazy.

Blowing out a long breath, Shane sags against me, chuckling lightly. “I’ve never had sex in my office before. Never thought I would while there are more than twenty people on the other side of my door.”

Grinning, I straighten him up, pulling a few tissues from the box on his desk so I can clean his hand. Before I wipe it all away, though, I bring his hand to my mouth and lick his cum from his palm. Shane whimpers as he watches me lap up his essence, his cock twitching against my hip.

“You gotta go, Zeke,” he says in a voice deep with arousal and want. “If you don’t, I’ll bend over my desk and I would hate for our first time to have spit for lube.”

Barking a laugh, I step away from him, allowing him to pull up his briefs and grab his pants from the desk and slide them on. He moves back to the door and slides his shoes on. With a wry grin, he moves back to his desk, sitting down heavily.

Smiling, I come around to his side of the desk, squatting in front of him. “Wanna hang out with me this weekend? We can sit around and do nothing for a few days. Or you can let me spoil you.”

Shane pulls me in by my tie, planting his lips on mine. “I’d like that.” He kisses me quickly. His face sobers as he looks at me. “Prez knows about us.”

I shrug. “And?” Before, I was worried about rocking the boat and fucking up the club dynamics, but after watching how professional Shane just was with the contract—with me in the room looking as good as I do, no less—I know that if shit goes south for us, he’ll maintain that professionalism and work with us. He might not want to see my mug when he’s needed or give me the cold shoulder when it’s not about business, but I’m not worried about if he’d leave or be unprofessional. He said he wouldn’t and I trust Shane with my life. Even if he’s hurt, he wouldn’t let that get in the way of his work.

“What if he tells you we can’t do this?”

Chuckling, I frame his face with both hands, kissing his forehead. Meeting his eyes, I tell him, “Prez ain’t my dad. He can’t tell me who I can and can’t date. Besides, I’ll talk to him. He’ll see reason.” Or I’ll tell him that I’m going to date Shane whether he likes it or not. I put the club first one hundred percent, but this isn’t breaking any rules. There are no by-laws that say I can’t date our lawyer. Granted, Shane is the first lawyer the MC has put on retainer, but my point still stands.

Crazy how my tune changed from only a week ago, when I didn’t want to tell Shane how I felt for fear that I would disrupt the club workings.

Shane smiles, the curves of his lips making me want to devour him. “Okay. This weekend. What are we going to do?”

“We’ll figure something out.” I give him one more quick kiss, then head out. I’m sure Prez has a lot of thoughts on my new relationship.

After I go home to change and get my chopper, I head to the clubhouse to see Prez, knowing he’ll give me shit about Shane. While I had the same reservations, Rax and Finn were right. I shouldn’t hold myself back from him because of fear. I know I’ll regret it if I let Shane get away.

It’s funny. Just a week ago, I was finding every reason not to share my feelings for Shane. Now? I’m trying to justify that they’re fine. That everything, somehow, will be fine. It has to be. Now that I know Shane feels the same about me as I do for him, I can’t—no, I won’t—let him go. He’s mine now and nothing will change that.

If Prez tells me to put the brakes on my relationship for the sake of the club? Fuck, I don’t know. I don’t want to have to choose between my family and my heart.

I pull up to the clubhouse and after the gates are opened for me and I park, I head straight to Prez. No use delaying what he has to say. Besides, Prez isn’t known for his patience.

He’s not in his office, so I make my way to the garage, where I find him with his sleeves rolled up and an oily cloth in his hand. Prez is standing by his bike while Pete does whatever the fuck it is he does to bikes. I wait until they’re done talking, needing a little time to gather what I want to say to defend my relationship to Prez.

I’m caught off guard when Prez turns to me and smiles. He does it so rarely that I’m always struck a little stupid when he does. I keep telling him he should do it more often, but that usually earns me his trademark scowl.

“Finally confessed your feelings for Shane, huh? Took what? Eight years?”

I flip him the bird. “Fuck you, man. But yeah, I did. Is that okay?”

Prez shrugs. “I don’t give a fuck where you stick your dick. I?—”

“It’s more than that, Prez. More than sex. It’s Shane. He means more to me than a quick fuck.” My voice takes on a hard edge that I’ve never used with Prez before, but I don’t like how he’s relegating Shane to just a piece of ass. If everyone has been gossiping about how we should have been together or wondering why we weren’t, they would also have picked up on the fact that Shane would never be treated how I treat my hook ups. Most of the time, I rarely remember their names. That would never be the case with Shane. He means more to me than a fuck.

Prez assesses me and I stare back. After a few beats, he dips his head. “My apologies. I’m aware that you feel … deeply for Shane. I should have chosen my words with more care.”

Okay, Prez apologizing and explaining himself? The sky is fucking falling or something. Blowing out a long breath, I rub my hand over my hair. “It’s okay. Sorry for sounding so pissy.”

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