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This is scary. It’s wild. But I’m into it… I think.

I gasp as Jace pulls my briefs down and wastes no time in landing the first spank, my left buttock jiggling as Jace cracks his hand, hard and flat.

“Yowwww!” I call out, my voice disappearing into the night as Jace lands the second spank, this time on my right cheek. “That hurts!”

“You’ve got your safeword if you need it,” Jace says, pausing for a moment to allow me to use it. “I thought so. Time to get things moving. I don’t have all night.”

I look down as Jace lands a swift double spank and see that my dick is fully erect and rubbing up against the leather of the motorcycle seat.

There’s something about being in such an exposed, vulnerable position that’s making me all kinds of horny, and that’s not even factoring the reality that I’m being spanked by a devilishly handsome, dangerous biker.

“And that… is just about… that!” Jace roars, landing the final two spanks and making me yelp in pain, grateful for a cool breeze as it passes through and takes a tiny bit of the heat off my glowing butt cheeks.

“Jace… I…” I say. “Thank you. That feels… different. But good. I don’t know. I’ve never been spanked before.”

“Well you know what to do if you want more,” Jace says, a knowing smile on his face. “In the meantime, we need to ride. And ride fast. But before you pull those briefs back up, allow me to get some cream on those cheeks to cool them down a little.”

I turn my head and let out a gasp as Jace takes a pot of cooling gel out of the small compartment at the rear of the Harley.

“I think that’ll help,” I smile, letting out a giggle as Jace applies the cream to my butt, one cheek at a time.

“Yup, it’ll do it,” Jace says, busily ensuring that my entire ass is covered with the gel. “But now’s not the time to talk. We need to move.”

And with that, Jace pulls up my briefs and trousers and we’re back on the bike again.

This is all so new to me, but I’ve got a feeling that this won’t be the last time Jace takes his hand to my ass, and I’m not complaining either…

Chapter 5

Jace

The Wolf Rider clubhouse is alive with chaos, the kind that makes my blood sing. I might be getting old, but I’ll never be too old for this…

The air’s thick with weed, whiskey, and the thump of heavy metal blasting from the speakers. My brothers are scattered across the sprawling warehouse-turned-fortress—some playing pool, others tangled up with club boys on sagging couches, all of them riding the high of a rare night off.

The place smells like sweat, leather, and trouble, with neon signs buzzing on the walls and the club’s wolf skull emblem painted above the bar.

It’s my world, raw and unapologetic, and tonight, I’ve brought Caleb into it. Part of me wonders if that’s a mistake, but the bigger part—the one that’s been obsessed with him since that kiss at the lookout—doesn’t give a damn.

He’s beside me, his hand tucked in mine, and I can feel his nerves radiating like heat.

The boy’s out of place in his jeans and soft blue sweater, his glasses slipping down his nose, but fuck, he’s beautiful. Iwouldn’t change him for any amount of money in the whole world.

That quiet fire in his eyes, the way he’s holding his chin high despite the chaos—it’s got me hooked.

I wanted him to see this, to know who I am, not just the guy who sweet-talked him onto my bike.

But now, watching him take in the clubhouse with wide, cautious eyes, I’m second-guessing myself. This ain’t his world…

And maybe it never will be.

“Stay close,” I murmur, squeezing his hand, my voice low and firm. My Daddy Dom side is on edge, protective, possessive, ready to shield him from the roughness around us. “This place can get wild.”

He nods, his lips pressing into a tight line, but there’s a spark in his gaze, like he’s determined to prove he can handle it.

“I’m not fragile, Jace,” Caleb says, his voice soft but steady. “I can keep up.”

I grin, a low chuckle rumbling in my chest. “We’ll see, boy.”

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