Page 45 of Possession

Amidst it all was Ollie, playing host despite the fact it wasn’t his boyfriend’s birthday. He was wearing a bright pink pair of shorts that had long cutouts in the back, showing off half of his ass cheeks, and a white crop top with the words “Daddy’s little brat” on the front in the same bright pink color. His sparkly silver shoes really rounded out the outfit, but what struck Vinniewas the fact that none of the bikers in the room even blinked an eye at him.

Many of them smiled when Ollie popped up next to them, asking if they needed anything and were having fun. And his shadow, Six, followed him around indulgently, occasionally stopping just to say a few words to some of the partygoers but mostly keeping his attention completely focused on his boyfriend, stepping in if Ollie got a little too rowdy and giving him a firm pat on the ass before redirecting him toward another group.

As much and as often as Ollie had talked to him and Mason while they had been gone, they hadn’t really had a chance to see him and Six interacting with each other, especially not around the rest of the club. He couldn’t help but be a little surprised despite Ollie reassuring them repeatedly over the last year that everyone in the Devil’s Hands Motorcycle Club was nothing but kind and welcoming to him, even in his most feminine of clothing. The cynic in him hadn’t been able to fully believe it, but as he watched from a darkened corner as Ollie skipped over to where CJ and Tank were talking to the two men from before who had been hanging the banner, Houston and Rooster, each with arms around young men next to them, he had to admit that if anything, Ollie had undersold the club.

Vinnie sighed. He should go over and officially meet the boys with Houston and Rooster. He already knew who they were, Kenneth and Emmett, and quite a bit about them, but had never gotten to meet them in person.

They’d both been added to what Ollie had annoyingly named the Sub Club, their group messaging thread that used to only consist of him, Mason, Penny, and Ollie, even though Penny used to insist she wasn’t a sub. CJ had been added to it right before he and Mason had left, and then a few months later, Kenneth had been.

Over the holidays, Emmett had appeared in the thread, though he didn’t talk a lot, only commenting on things occasionally and mostly just adding laughing emojis when Ollie got particularly feisty or sent ridiculously funny memes.

It was a little weird to him that he had developed friendships with the three men before ever being in the same room with any of them, and it had always stirred a little jealousy in him when the rest of them had stories and inside jokes from events happening back in Michigan that he and Mason weren’t a part of.

Ollie had always gone out of his way to make sure they were included, telling them about things, sharing gossip about people even when they had no idea who they were, but it had still hurt sometimes, which had been ridiculous. Vinnie was the one who had dragged him and Mason away. He didn’t have the right to get upset that Ollie had made new friends, especially when he had kept up his demands of them moving back as soon as they could, letting them know over and over again they weren’t forgotten and they hadn’t been replaced.

His thoughts screeched to a halt when the group he’d been absently watching started laughing as CJ pushed Tank backward until he sat on a large, comfortable-looking recliner and then sank to his knees in front of him.

Vinnie’s mouth parted as he watched CJ take Tank’s dick out of his jeans and start giving him an enthusiastic blowjob in front of all of their friends. Some people ignored them or chuckled and shook their heads before moving on, but others stopped and watched, getting caught up in the moment. Just as the shock of it was starting to wear off and Vinnie was going to turn and head upstairs to Mason’s bedroom, where he’d stashed his stuff already, a large presence came up behind him. The same woodsy scent he’d been overwhelmed by on the side of the road underthe cold February sky filled his nose and relaxed parts of him while others tensed.

“What are you doing over here in the corner by yourself?” Tomas asked softly, his mouth close to Vinnie’s ear.

“Just tired,” he said. “It’s been a long couple of days. I was thinking about heading up and getting ready for bed.”

Tomas made a thoughtful noise, and then his hands landed on Vinnie’s hips so lightly he thought he was imagining it for a second. “Things will probably stay pretty boisterous down here for a while. I don’t know that you’ll be able to get much sleep.”

“I have earplugs,” Vinnie said, his voice breathless despite how much he wanted to try and sound unaffected. “I don’t always sleep well. And they help block out Mason’s snoring.”

The sound Tomas made that time was a little more growly. “That’s not safe. What if there was a fire or something and you couldn’t hear people calling for you?”

Vinnie tried to turn to look at him, but one of those big, warm hands shot up and gripped the sides of his jaw.

“Keep your eyes on them. CJ appreciates an audience. It’d be inconsiderate for us not to watch.”

Vinnie sucked in a breath, desire pooling in his belly and groin. “What if I don’t want to watch?”

“You know the stoplight system?” Tomas asked, his lips brushing against Vinnie’s ear, his beard just barely tickling at the sensitive skin behind it. He shivered uncontrollably and nodded as best he could. “You can use it. Now or anytime in the future.”

He thought about it, thought about using a safe word, breaking free of Tomas’s hold, and running upstairs to get control of himself once more, to put physical and emotional space back between them, but then he remembered Mason’s request back in Tomas’s office and Vinnie’s promise to be open. To try.

“Green,” he whispered, and Tomas made a soft growly sound that shot lust straight down into Vinnie’s dick as it started to take notice of the highly charged air around them, not to mention the erotic scene they were watching.

They were too far away for them to hear what Tank was saying, but the way his hand was holding on to CJ’s head and his arm moved, it was obvious he was fucking CJ’s mouth more than just letting CJ blow him, and that turned him on more than the live porn itself.

“Is this one of those things you like that you’re afraid I won’t?” Tomas asked.

“No,” Vinnie said. “And I’m not afraid.”

“Sure you are, gatito,” Tomas said with a soft chuckle. “But that’s okay. I’ll show you that you can trust me. However long it takes.”

Vinnie almost scoffed. The idea that this man of all people thought Vinnie didn’t already know that he was trustworthy, that he wasgood, was laughable. Taking a deep breath, he gathered his courage, reminded himself that even if it didn’t work between the two of them, that didn’t necessarily mean there wasn’tsomeoneout there who could meet both his and Mason’s needs, and then he turned around.

Tomas’s fingers tightened on his jaw for just a second before he let his hand drop away. He held both out to the sides, not touching Vinnie but not moving away. His eyebrows rose in question.

“Maybe I was afraid before, and maybe I will be again, but I’m not right now.”

Tomas’s face softened, and one of those big hands cupped the side of his face so gently he couldn’t help but let his eyes fall shut, leaning into the touch, letting the warmth soak into his skin and down to his racing heart. He didn’t know how long he’d havebefore Tomas turned away from him. He was going to steal every last second of it.

“You didn’t answer the question. Do you like this?”

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