Page 25 of The Enforcer

Prez’s voice brings me back to the conversation at hand. “Got a call from our contact in the PD. They got an anonymous tip that we’re hiding drugs in the clubhouse.”

“What?” I hiss, gently extracting myself from Shane and stepping out of the room so I can speak freely to Prez. Once I’m in the living room, I sit on the couch, elbows on my knees. “Where the fuck would they get that idea?”

“Don’t know yet. All those tips are recorded, so he’s going to let me listen to the recording when he can get the audio file over to me.”

That doesn’t make any sense. Ever since we started dealing, we never stash any drugs where anyone, especially police officers, would think we would. There are a few warehouses we use as stash houses that no one but ranking members know about. The last place we’d hide drugs is right in our fucking house. So that tells me whoever dropped the tip isn’t one of our guys—though I would be hard pressed to suspect them.

Who could possibly want to fuck with us? We have enemies—other clubs and gangs that feel like we’re taking over their territory—so it could be any number of people. It’s our job now to figure out who it could be and fuck them up for trying to disrupt our business.

Getting back to the conversation, I ask, “Who do you think it could be?”

Prez sighs, a heavy sound that betrays his stress over the bullshit call. “Could be the Spiders. They could be trying to get back at us for moving in on their territory.”

The Spiders are a low-level gang that’s been around Mellbind for the past thirty or so years. They’re a bunch of old, washed-up has-beens that don’t know how to capitalize on the scene of college kids wanting to roll every weekend when they come to party at one of the local bars and clubs. They’ve been known to give us shit here and there, but never to the extent of trying to get us locked up. Neither us nor the Spiders like cops and we hate snitching even more.

I’m having a hard time believing it was them.

“I know you wanted the weekend,” Prez continues, “but I need you here. At least for a few hours until we figure this out.”

Sighing, I sit back, rubbing my forehead. Club business comes first and I’ll always answer the call when Prez needs me, but fuck. I just wanted one weekend away from everything. Just one weekend uninterrupted so I can learn the lines and grooves of Shane’s body. I wanted just a few days to fuck him so good and deep that he’ll feel me while he was at work all next week.

But duty calls.

“Yeah, Prez. Give me an hour and I’ll be there.”

“I’ll return you to your lawyer when we’re done. It should only take a few hours.”

I scoff, making my way back to the room. “A few hours where I could be getting my dick sucked.”

Prez chuckles softly. “You’ll have plenty of time. See you in a bit.”

When I hang up the phone and push the bedroom door open, I find Shane sitting up in bed, his hair all over his head. “That’s the only reason you’re here?” he asks in a gravelly voice. “To get your dick sucked?”

Grinning, I crawl over to him, taking his lips in a dirty kiss. “And to suck yours too.” His morning wood brushes against me as he thrusts up, moaning as he tries to slant our lips together. “Maybe I should take care of you now.” I grab his dick through the sheet, jerking him slowly.

Shane swallows audibly, pushing his hips up. “Yes, take care of me now. Please.”

I love when he begs.

Letting go of his dick—causing him to whimper in frustration—I quickly shuck my shorts, reach for the lube on the nightstand and squeeze some in my hand. Then I crawl over him, taking both of us in hand. Shane groans, sitting back on his elbow so he can watch me.

Straddling his thighs, I grip our dicks tightly together. I hold on to Shane as my slick hand works us over.

“Just like that, baby. Fuck, yes,” Shane groans, licking his lips as he stares at me. “Zeke, faster. Work me faster.”

“How bad do you want to come?” I ask, doing what he asks. “Tell me.”

“So bad. I need it. I need you. Please.”

“Say it again.”

Shane moans, thrusting up to meet my faster strokes. “I need you. Please.”

Fuck. Leaning forward, I kiss Shane hard, my tongue stroking over his as I jerk us both. I swallow his moans as he climbs higher and higher. Then I squeeze on the upstroke, pushing him over the edge.

Snatching his mouth away, Shane barks his release, coating my hand and my wrist. Seeing him come undone, his head tossed back and his chest heaving as he climaxes, I tip over the ledge right behind him.

When my balls are empty and Shane begs me to stop because it’s too much, I collapse beside him. Looking over at him, I smile. “Good morning, Counselor.”

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