Page 24 of The Prez

“Don’t you think I fucking know that?” I can barely contain my anger. Partially because Omari looks so fucking unflappable when I’m coming apart inside. The tattered remnants of my soul are fraying at the edges. If I’m not careful, they’ll split and I’ll be ruined.

Crossing his arms back over his chest, Omari nods, biting his plump lower lip. “I know you do. You’re a smart guy for a biker.” He fucking winks at me and some of my attitude recedes. Huh, the nanny might not be afraid of me after all. “Seriously, though, Big Raf. All you have to do is put forth the effort.Tryto get to know him. Ask after him. Fucking hold him.” His voice sounds pleading.

After a few beats of silence, I blow out a deep breath and nod. “Yeah,” I say, even though I’m not sure if I mean it. “I can try.”

He smiles at me and god damn. Omari has to be the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen in my life. His brown eyes are warm as he stares at me, his lips curved just for me. “That’s enough. For now, it’s enough.” He sighs and uncrosses his arms again, pushing off the counter. “It’s late. Ishould get to bed.” In a low, somber tone, he says, “I shouldn’t be up getting snacks this late anyway.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Is there a set time to eat yogurt?”

“What?” he asks, looking at me curiously. “No. It’s just late and I shouldn’t be snacking.”

“Why?”

He gives me a droll look. “You see what I look like.”

“I do.” Again, I drag my eyes down his body, taking in his lush frame.

“So, you also know I shouldn’t be eating so much. I don’t want to gain more weight.” He sounds so miserable because he thinks he’s undesirable because of his body size. It makes me burn with anger, but I swallow it down. I think he’s had enough of my anger tonight.

Tossing my bottle of water in trash, I turn to look at him. “There’s nothing wrong with you, Omari. You look good.”

A disbelieving laugh bursts from him. “Yeah, okay. You don’t have to lie to make me feel better.”

He won’t believe me unless he has tangible proof. It’s not a hardship. I’ve wanted to be close to him anyway.

Pushing off the counter, I walk over to him slowly, giving him time to move if he’d like. Omari’s eyes grow wide, but all he does is lean back tighter into the counter, his breathing coming out a little faster.

When I’m standing just in front of him, towering over him, I wrap my hand around his waist and pull him closer to me. His breath hitches when I slide my hand under his shirt, feeling his soft skin. My cock lengthens as I touch him and listen to his hitching breaths. Omari’s lips part as he stares up at me, panting as his gaze bores into mine.

Bending until our lips almost touch, I tell him, “I don’t lie.” I roll my hips so he can feel what he does to me. “There’s nothing wrong with your body.” He drops his head to releasea sharp breath, but I tip it back up. “You look good. Entendido?”

He licks his lips, but nods. “I understand.”

“Good.” I step back and adjust my cock in my pajama pants so he can see. I look down at the bulge in his tiny shorts and know he feels exactly what I do. “Sleep well, precioso.”

It’s difficult to walk with a hard on, but I manage. I barely get my bedroom door closed behind me before my hand is down my pants, pulling my cock out and tugging on it. My piercing catches in my palm and I groan, loving the bite of pain in the action.

I close my eyes and think about Omari’s soft skin, his wide, innocent eyes, his plump ass that I longed to grab while I buried myself inside what I’m sure is a nice, tight hole.

“Fuck,” I grunt, fucking my fist dry as I imagine how fucking good he would feel around me. There’s no denying I want the fucking nanny, no denying that I can’t wait to slam into him until my cock is imprinted on his walls.

Precum leaks from the head of my dick and I thumb through it, using it to wet my shaft.

Thinking of Omari’s brown eyes looking up at me while I drive into him pushes me over the edge. I grunt as I explode, barely managing to catch my release with my free hand.

My cock kicks repeatedly, ropes of cum shooting out of me. My knees buckle and I have to clench my teeth so I don’t shout loud enough to wake the fucking neighbors.

When I’m spent, I sag against my door, trying to catch my breath. I’ve never come that hard before, not even when I was deep inside one of the hangarounds. I barely touched Omari and he has me filling my fist with spunk.

“Dios,” I mutter, knocking my head against the door. The fucking nanny will be the death of me.

After I clean myself up, I climb between the sheets and sink into a deep, dreamless sleep.

The next morning, my phone wakes me with an incoming text from Jace.

Jace: Hey, are we going to have a meeting soon? The Hunterfield chapter is opening next month and we need to organize the ride.

Fuck, I completely forgot about the chapter opening. I’ve been so up in my head with Christian and Elena and Little Raf … and Omari, that I haven’t thought about shit for the club. I’m glad I tapped Jace as my vice president. He’s smart and organized. He can handle shit until I get my head on straight.

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