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The way he stood there in the clubhouse, scrubbing bikes with that defiant smirk, like he was daring me to push him harder—it’s got me twisted up, wanting to tame him and tear into him all at once.
The boy’s all kinds of hot—and he knows it too.
And I’ve been around the block more than enough times to know when I boy wants to wrap his mouth around my hard cock. Keegan wants me just as much as I want him.
But to even consider that, I need to iron out some clear lines between us—and I know just the way to do it.
I’m outside the clubhouse at dawn, my Harley idling, the low growl matching the tension in my gut.
Keegan’s late, but I expected that.
Evidently, the boy’s not one for punctuality, notyet.
When he finally rolls up on his beat-up bike, his dark hair a mess under his helmet, those green eyes catch mine with that same reckless spark from The Ring.
He’s wearing that worn leather jacket, jeans hugging his lean frame, and I have to look away to keep my thoughts from veering into dangerous territory.
“You’re late,” I say, voice hard, swinging onto my bike. “Get on. Leave yours.”
Keegan raises an eyebrow, leaning against his bike like he’s got all day.
“What, I don’t get to ride my own?” Keegan says, a hint of suspicion in his voice.
“Not today, boy,” I growl, patting the seat behind me. “You want to talk about the Wolf Riders, you ride with me.Move.”
Keegan’s smirk falters, but he doesn’t argue. If I didn’t know better, I’d say that maybe this boy is starting to realize that I’m the real fucking deal—and the Wolf Riders are too.
I’ll soon find out for sure though.
The boy swings a leg over, settling behind me, and the moment his hands grip my waist, my blood hums.
He’s close, too close, his chest pressed against my back, his thighs bracketing mine. I can feel his crotch push up against me.I’m not complaining either—Keegan’s packing something down there, that’s for sure.
The heat of him cuts through my leather jacket, and I grit my teeth, focusing on the road as I gun the engine.
The bike roars to life, tearing out of Willow Creek toward the safehouse, a cabin tucked in the hills where we stash gear and plan when shit gets too hot in town.
As one of the senior men, I have access to the safehouses in a way that the vast majority of the gang don’t. It has to work this way. We’ve been burned in the past by over-ambitious or even disloyal men gaining safehouse access and fucking our shit up in more ways than one.
Keegan’s lucky that he’s even getting close to a safehouse, let alone being allowed inside. Still, I’m not expecting any thanks from him.
“You good?” I shout, my voice just about audible over the engine’s roar.
“I’m good,” Keegan replies, this time with no backtalk or quip.
If I didn’t know better, I’d say that the boy was enjoying riding behind this so-calledold man.
The ride is electric, every curve of the road pulling Keegan tighter against me. His hands tighten on my waist, his breath warm against my neck when we lean into a turn.
I can feel his heart pounding, matching the rhythm of the engine, and it’s all I can do to keep my focus on the asphalt.
He’s a distraction I can’t afford, but damn if I don’t want to pull over and see how much further I can push him. The wind whipspast, cool and sharp, but it does nothing to cool the fire building between us.
“Nearly there,” I holler, the feeling of Keegan’s arms around my waist making me feel something I haven’t experienced in a long, long time.
“So hurry up and show me what this bike canreallydo,” Keegan retorts, his sass back in full effect.
“As you wish, boy,” I laugh, gunning even harder, determined to show the boy how the Wolf Riders rule the roads…
