Page 4 of Possession

Mason shook his head quickly. “Oh no. Not when I’m this close to seeing one of the infamous Devil’s Hands’ parties.”

Even though his eyes were still a little swollen from crying, he bestowed on Tomas a beautiful smile that made his chest hurt. Shit, he was too old to be catching feelings for someone who was obviously over a decade younger than him just because he had the face of a damn angel.

Get your shit together, Ortiz.

He pulled the door open and gestured for Mason to go in ahead of him. He wasn’t surprised when he stopped just inside the door, so Tomas had to scoot him forward a few more steps to close the door behind them. The scene before them was like something out of a hedonistic fantasy… or maybe a porno.

The booths lining one wall had equipment set up a few feet away from each other, giving space for an audience to sit andobserve scenes. There were a handful of larger spaces set up on the opposite side of the big open space and a dance floor in the back near the bar.

Just to their left, at the first station in front of the booths, there was a St. Andrew’s cross currently being used. Mickey, who’d been a member of the MC since Tomas had started the new chapter, had his wife of nearly thirty years cuffed to it and was taking a crop to her. He and Mason could see her face—cheeks flushed and mouth slack with ecstasy—and watched for a moment as Mickey struck her ass a few times. The music was too loud to hear her moans from where they stood, but he could tell from the way her face changed. He also knew from watching the pair doing scenes together that the way her limbs were shaking meant she was close to orgasming.

The first time Tomas had seen the woman naked, he’d been more than a little surprised at the big bold-lettered tattoo on her ass. The wordGOODwas on her left cheek andGIRLon the right. Before the club started hosting their parties, he never would’ve guessed the two of them were in the lifestyle, but it turned out there were a lot of things he didn’t know about the members of his club.

He put his hand on the small of Mason’s back and slowly guided him through the room, not trying to rush him, simply to keep him from getting lost in the alluring intimacy of each scene they passed.

Near the back of the room, at the last booth station, Tank and his boy, CJ, were making use of a spanking bench. Tank wasn’t actually spanking him though. CJ was laid out on his stomach on the narrow bench, his knees and forearms braced on the lower levels. His wrists and ankles were cuffed and attached to D-rings on the wooden supports. He was also completely naked, whereas Tank had his shirt off and jeans undone, but they were still up on his hips as he fucked his boy senseless.

Demarcus was sitting on one side of the booth, his boy right next to him and wearing nothing but tiny shorts and turquoise rope done up in a harness. On the other side, Six had Ollie sitting on his lap. Six only had jeans on, and his boy wore one of his T-shirts, making it clear they had already done their scene for the evening. Post-scenes were the only time Ollie wore anything other than his own stylish—and often outrageous—outfits.

The two always used their bedroom upstairs during the parties. Six didn’t like audiences for what he did to his boy. Although, Tomas had heard a rumor that Six didn’t mind Tank and CJ looking on. He’d never asked to confirm though.

He caught Six’s attention, pointed right at Ollie, and then the floor at Tomas’s feet.

Six was stony-faced on the best of days, but anger flared in his eyes at someone demanding something of his boy, but then his mismatched eyes slid over to where Mason stood just behind Tomas’s bigger and bulkier body, his fingers clutched together in front of him as he watched Tank and CJ with wide eyes.

He could see Six heave a sigh as he started to help Ollie up, his boy looking confused and a little hurt at being removed from his favorite spot until he spotted Tomas and Mason. Beaming, Ollie skipped over, Six’s T-shirt fluttering around his thighs, and wrapped his friend in a fierce hug.

“You made it. Why didn’t you call me? Oh, wait.” Ollie patted his borrowed shirt and laughed. “I left my phone upstairs, I guess.” He beamed up at Tomas. “Thanks.”

Then, he grabbed Mason’s hand and towed him toward the hallway that led to the stairs. Even though Six and Ollie lived on the second floor, he had a bad feeling about how quickly Ollie had disappeared his friend, like he thought Tomas would forget him if he was out of sight.

“Ollie,” he called after him, but his voice was lost in the noise of the room. He turned to Six as the club’s Enforcer joined him.Not bothering to say anything, he just led the way to his office and closed the door behind the two of them.

He set Mason’s bag on one of the chairs in front of his desk and then turned on Six, crossing his arms and raising his brows.

“What the hell, man.”

Six sighed and rubbed a hand over his buzzed hair. “I don’t know. I’ll get to the bottom of what it is. All I know is he and Vinnie had some sort of fight, so Mason drove home.”

Tomas frowned, trying to remember more about the two young men, but he tended to tune Ollie out when he got on a roll. It was a self-defense mechanism after hearing way too much about his friend’s dick for his comfort.

“Where is he staying, Six?” Tomas asked, getting right to the point.

“It’ll just be for a couple of nights,” Six said, not even bothering to pretend like he didn’t know that Ollie planned on having a sleepover with his friend in the clubhouse.

“It’s against the bylaws.”

“I know. I’m sorry. He doesn’t have anywhere else to go right now.”

Tomas scratched at his beard, trying not to let that sway him, but he just kept seeing those sad, reddened eyes and damp cheeks when Mason had rolled the window down and looked up at him. The rules about allowing people to stay in the clubhouse were generally to protect the club from anyone finding out about their business, specifically the work they did with the local domestic violence shelter, SAVE, but Mason already knew about that. He and Ollie had been there when Six had responded to a call that involved another friend of theirs, but Tomas didn’t like the precedent it set.

They weren’t a damn hotel.

“No more than a few days,” Tomas finally said, and Six nodded, heading for the door.

He stopped before opening it, turning back to look at Tomas with steady eyes. His irises, one blue and the other light brown, always gave him an intense look, even when he was completely calm.

“Be careful with him.”

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