“It’s Arrow. You might remember me from such things as eating your ass like it was my last meal.”
The sound of his breath catching makes my dick twitch and impatience starts to creep up my spine. A second later, a buzzer sounds, letting me know the door is unlocked. I pull it open and hurry up the steps to his apartment.
He’s already waiting in the doorway when I reach it, and unlike last time, there’s no hesitation or uncertainty. He devours me with his eyes, and I close the space between us in a few long strides, catching his face between my hands and walking him backward into his apartment.
The door swings closed behind us as I cage Lewis against the wall, pressing our bodies together and snaking my tongue around his. I greedily swallow the breathy noise he makes against my lips, my hands finding their way to his ass while his slide under my shirt. His fingertips grazing hotly over my skin feel like a brand, a claim, and I fucking love it. As much as I want to mark my territory and let everyone know that this pretty, sweet twink is mine, it goes both ways. I want him to own me, I want him to want to.
I know I’m getting ahead of myself.
I’d love to find it in me to care, but right now the taste of Lewis’s lips is really the only thing on my mind. That and the way his cock hardens against my thigh, his touch getting rougher and more desperate the longer and deeper we kiss.
A distant part of my brain registers the feeling of my phone vibrating in my pocket and dismisses it. Unless this place is burning down around us, I’m not interested in any interruptions.
I growl around his tongue and use my grip on his ass to hoist him up. Lewis laughs, the sound tickling my lips. He winds his arms around my neck and nips at my lips, then delves his tongue back into my mouth. My phone starts up again. Buzz, buzz, buzz.
I grunt and ignore it. At least, I try to. By the fourth call I reluctantly break the kiss. It’ll be faster to answer and tell whoever’s calling to fuck off. Hero’s name flashes across the caller ID, I answer it and bring it to my ear.
“Not now, kitten, Daddy’s busy,” I tease, winking at Lewis, dragging my thumb over his damp, swollen bottom lip, hunger growing in my gut. He frowns.
I pull the phone away from my ear and I’m about to end the call when Hero’s reply interrupts me.
“Put it back in your pants, man, we’ve got club business.”
Fucking hell.
Lewis raises both eyebrows, his eyes searching my face. As much as certain parts of me are urging me to blow Hero off, he wouldn’t invoke the club unless it was serious. Lewis must see the resignation in my eyes because his shoulders sag.
I sigh. “Yeah, alright. I’ll be at your place in ten.”
“Thanks, Arrow.”
I end the call and run my hand over my face, trying to clear the lust fog and switch gears.
“I’m so sorry,” I say, shoving my phone back into my pocket and giving Lewis an apologetic smile.
He studies me for another silent second, then nods. “It’s fine.”
He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and I swallow back a growl, fighting the urge to drag him close and suck a bruise onto his throat before I go.
We stare at each other for several heartbeats. Should I give him more of an explanation about why I have to leave? Does he even want one? The whole point of keeping it casual is not sharing our lives, right? So why do I want to explain so badly? Why do I want him to care?
“If things wrap up at some point and you want to come by…” He slips past me to open the door again.
I nod. “I will.”
I grab his chin and press one more rough kiss to his lips before I go.
Whatever mess Hero has stirred up, it had better be life or death, or I might strangle him myself.
Chapter 9
ARROW
The guys are all parked in Hero’s driveway, waiting for me when I pull up. The rumble of five Harley engines thunders in my ears as I slow to a stop.
Hero nods in greeting and the menacing glint of mischief in Jag’s eyes tells me right off that whatever is going on has the potential for trouble.
“I hope this is damn good,” I mutter, my mind still back at Lewis’s place.