Page 43 of The Enforcer

Jace raises an eyebrow. “Thought you told that clown to leave town.”

Prez shrugs. “He might have, I’m not sure. But he’s the one that gave the cops that bullshit tip, as well as the tip off for the DEA to raid the charity ride. Fucker also said that I forced him to sell for us and took his club at gunpoint.”

“What a stupid bitch,” Jace says with a chuckle. “How did you get this intel? We haven’t heard dick about who it could be and we’ve all been discreetly asking around.”

Inclining his head in my direction, Prez says, “Shane. And it’s legit. I trust him. Tell them what you heard, Shane.”

My heart warms. I meet Zeke’s eyes from where he’s sitting beside Jace and he winks at me. My face flushes as everyone turns to look at me as I recount what I heard outside of Judge Moss’s office for the second time. A few of the guys nearest me pat me on the back or shoulder.

After a few moments of the guys congratulating me and thanking me for bringing them the tip, Prez gets their attention again. “Now that we know what the deal is, we’re going to search for Kirk. He’s underground, for sure, so talk to all of our friends in low places. Kirk is a squirrely fucker, but he’s also the type to hang around to watch his destruction. He has no sense of self-preservation. We have evidence of that from him not skipping town when he got away from Reaper.” Reaper’s face turns red and his jaw ticks, but he doesn’t say anything. “He’s still here. We just gotta find him.”

Discussions about where to look and who should search where crop up and I only half listen. This part isn’t my lane and I’m not about to weigh in on club business.

Once they get the logistics out of the way, Prez stands, looking at everyone. “I don’t have to tell y’all not to fuck this up. If and when you find Kirk, let Zeke know. He’ll give you further instructions. Got it?”

The meeting adjourns shortly after. Before I can go too far, Zeke grabs my arm and hauls me to him. He kisses me hard, his tongue fucking into my mouth. I groan, holding on to his arms so my knees don’t buckle.

When he pulls away from me, his eyes are blazing. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

Face flaming, I nod, kissing him once more, deep enough that I feel it in my toes. “Same. When you’re done here, let me know. I’ll stop by your place.”

Zeke’s eyes flash with mischief. “I have a better idea. I told you what would happen when I got you alone. Go to my room. Lock the door and strip. I want you naked by the time I’m done here.”

Biting back a moan, I nod and hustle to Zeke’s room. Once the door is locked, I pull on my tie, snatching it off before roughly undoing the buttons on my shirt. I’m in a rush and don’t plan to go back to work, so I toss everything to the floor, not giving a fuck if it wrinkles. My shoes, socks, pants and underwear join the rest of my clothing and I climb on the bed, the cool air chilling my overheated skin. I’m not worried about anyone bursting in, as Zeke is the only one with the key to his room.

I don’t have enough time to question whether it’s an insane idea to fuck Zeke with all his brothers on the other side of the door. His key is inserted in the doorknob and Zeke pushes the door open. I’m glad Zeke has a room at the end of the hallway—there’s no risk that someone will be walking past to see me lying on my back, dick pointing to the ceiling as he opens it wide to step inside.

Zeke shuts the door with his foot, not taking his eyes off my body. He licks his lips as he takes me in, his gaze lingering on my cock. “God, you’re fucking beautiful.”

I grin, grasping my cock so I can stroke it slowly. “You just gonna stand there or are you going to do something about this?” I shake my dick slightly and it throbs, wanting attention from Zeke.

Like a predator stalking its prey, Zeke prowls over to me. He crawls onto the bed, hooking his hands under my knees. He pushes my legs back until my knees are almost touching my chest and puts his weight against me. His clothed body against my naked flesh makes me moan, my sensitive skin tingling.

Zeke kisses me, his tongue darting between my lips. I groan, wrapping my arms around him to draw him closer. His hands drift under me, squeezing and kneading my ass as he rolls his hard, denim-covered cock over my bare hole. It feels fucking amazing, the material of his pants teasing over my pucker.

Pulling his mouth from mine, Zeke pants, his warm breath ghosting over my wet, kiss-swollen lips. “I need you. Fuck, Shane, I need you so bad. I can’t be gentle.”

“Don’t,” I mutter, sliding my hands under his shirt and dragging my fingernails down his back. He growls, the sound going straight to my dick. “Take me hard. Rough. I want to feel you when I walk out of here.”

In one swift move, Zeke flips me onto my belly and lifts my hips in the air. He pushes my head down on the bed, leaving my ass open and exposed. My cheeks heat with arousal and a little humiliation at the vulnerable position he has me in. If anyone walked in, they’d be greeted with the sight of my ass in the air, my balls tight to my body and my dick hard as a rock.

Moving behind me, I feel Zeke’s soft breath against my hole. “Careful what you wish for,” he mutters before he clamps his mouth around my hole.

I’m sure my shout can be heard throughout the entire clubhouse. Fuck, it feels so fucking good. Zeke sucks at me, groaning as he eats me out. His wet tongue glides against me, leaving a trail behind as he licks me from balls to the top of my crease. I buck against his face, rolling my hips as he dines on me like he hasn’t had a meal in months.

“Oh fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. God, Zeke. Oh God. Fuck,” I babble. I’m not sure what else comes out of my mouth, I’m so lost in pleasure. He slaps my ass, making me yelp and whine, the bite of pain almost pushing me over the edge. “More, please, more,” I moan, trying to bury his tongue inside me.

Zeke holds me open, spitting against my hole before he dives back in to circle his tongue around my pucker. A sob breaks free from the sensation of it all. Sparks of ecstasy dance over my skin, cranking me up higher as he runs his hands over the globes of my ass, squeezing where he spanked me.

The only warning I get before I’m impaled by one of his fingers is it tapping against my entrance. I gasp when he slides it in the hilt. A second finger joins, then a third before I can blink. God, I’m so fucking full. Zeke spits on my hole again, pushing his fingers in and out in a fast rhythm. I arch my back more, trying to get him to hit my?—

When Zeke’s fingers bump my prostate, I wail, arching more so I can get more of that pleasure. The burn of his fingers with only spit as lube heightens my pleasure, giving me the roughness I crave from someone like Zeke.

Since we’ve been together, he’s always been gentle, making sure not to hurt me while he stretches and fucks me. This is what I’ve always wanted from him—this rough, primal lust. The need to be with me so overwhelming that he doesn’t even want to wait for lube. His desire for me so high that he refuses to let anything stop him.

Pulling his fingers free, I hear the material of his pants shift as he pulls them down. I spread my legs wider in anticipation, wanting him to get in me already. I know this will hurt, and I’m practically begging for the pain. I want it more than my next breath.

Cool liquid drifts over my hole and I have to wonder where he got lube from. Before I can think to ask, the blunt head of Zeke’s cock is against my entrance and he’s pushing into me in one rough slide.

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