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Keegan gasps and begins to pump his achingly hard cock in my fist, his cheeks flushing red as we make eye contact and establish the clear line between us…
I’m the Daddy, and I tell Keegan what to do—and how to do it.
As Keegan begins to pump harder, I can see that he’s close to cumming. In his dreams…
I pull back, breaking the boy’s rhythm, my breath ragged as I hold his gaze.
“Not this time,” I say, voice rough. “You want this, you earn it. Prove you can handle the club, handle me. Then we’ll see.”
Keegan’s chest heaves, his eyes dark with frustration and want.
“You’re a real bastard, you know that?” Keegan says, but there’s no venom in it, just a mischievous laugh. “Teasing me like that, then pulling back.”
“I’m not teasing,” I say, stepping back, putting space between us before I lose control again. “You’re not ready, boy. Not for the club, not for me. But you will be. Now pull your jeans and briefs back up and cover that stiff little dick.”
“Asshole,” Keegan mutters, but there’s a hint of sweetness in there too–the boy is enjoying this, it’s written all over his face.
He pushes off the wall, running a hand through his hair, his smirk returning as he zips his fly.
“You’re so sure you’ve got me figured out,huh?” Keegan mutters. “Maybe I’ll surprise you.”
“I’m counting on it,” I say, meaning it. I want him to surprise me, to rise to the challenge, to be more than the hothead who stumbled into The Ring. But I don’t say that. Instead, I nod toward the door. “Let’s go. You’ve got work to do.”
We’re halfway to the bike when my phone buzzes.
It’s Clay, his voice tight…
“Arch, we got trouble. Tank pulled footage from the cameras. Vipers are planning a hit—our warehouse on Route 17, tonight. They’re coming heavy.”
My jaw tightens, the weight of the club settling back on my shoulders.
“Get everyone ready,” I say. “I’m on my way.”
I hang up, turning to Keegan, who’s watching me, his expression sharp with curiosity.
“What’s up?” Keegan asks, sensing the shift in mood. He’s got goo instincts, and I’m appreciating the way he’s locked in to the situation quickly.
“Vipers,” I say, voice hard. “They’re hitting one of our spots tonight. This is what I meant about stakes, Keegan. You’re either all in, or you’re out. No half-measures.”
The boy doesn’t answer right away, just holds my gaze, and I see it—the flicker of decision, the moment he starts to choose.
“I’m not running,” Keegan says finally, his voice steady. “No chance.”
“Good,” I say, exiting the safehouse and swiftly swinging onto the bike. “Get on. We’ve got work to do.”
Keegan climbs behind me, his hands finding my waist again, and as we tear back toward Willow Creek, the road blurring beneath us, I feel it—the pull of him, the weight of what’s coming.
The Vipers are closing in, and Keegan’s stepping into a world that could break him.
But I’m not going to let anyone break Keegan.
I’ve got plans for the boy. Big, filthy, rock-hard plans…
Chapter 6
Keegan
I’m straddling a line I don’t know how to walk—half of me burning for Arch, for the way his hands felt on me in that safehouse, the way his mouth tasted like whiskey and control…
