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Oh yeah, Gray was fuckin’ laughing as Jeremy whined and tried to buck, twisted and tried to rock, whimpered, and just got himself sucked a little harder by a persistent Gray, who had to know that he was driving him out of his fucking mind. He came so hard the ceiling looked like it was covered in little flashing strobe lights as he tossed his head back and forth on the pillow, writhing because Gray didn’t stop. Not until Jeremy couldn’t feel anything, not even the softness of the bed beneath him.
At some point Gray must have stopped touching him, because he heard the drawer open and the sound of a cap snapping open. He wanted to watch as Gray claimed him, but cracking his eyes open was difficult; everything was still hazy and spotted, or maybe it was just the sunlight streaming into the room. He heard a condom wrapper tear, the paper fluttering to the side, missing the nightstand completely when Gray tossed it.
“Wanted to taste you first,” Jeremy grumbled as he watched Gray roll the condom on. “Wanted to see how you liked my piercing.”
“Next time,” Gray growled, no longer displaying the control he’d exhibited before.
The look in his eyes was hungry as he slotted himself between Jeremy’s legs, lube-coated fingers finding Jeremy’s hole and probing. Being stretched open on those thick digits ignited the fire in him again. He’d wanted so badly for Gray to fuck him, and now he was moments away from being filled. His cock gave a twitch, beginning to stiffen again, and smirking, Jeremy reached down, stroking it in time to the fingers Gray thrust in and out of him.
Groaning, Gray started stroking his cock with his free hand as Jeremy started rocking his hips, riding Gray’s fingers, pleasure growing sharper as Gray’s fingers bumped the spot that made him see stars. Each touch drove him further towards the edge, then Gray pulled his fingers out, leaned over him, and slammed his lips over Jeremy’s as he thrust inside.
Crying out against his lips, Jeremy started writhing beneath him, rocking himself on that thick cock until he felt Gray’s balls against his ass. That’s when Gray took over, mashing him against the sheets, grunting as he fucked Jeremy hard and deep until they were both groaning and panting, unable to fully catch their breath at the pace Gray set.
Jeremy hooked his heel over Gray’s leg, nails digging into Gray’s shoulder as the wild ride went on. When Jeremy’s orgasm hit, all he could do was cling until Gray’s grunts gave way to a long, low growl as he stilled above him. He collapsed with a groan, and if Jeremy thought he’d been squashed before, it was nothing like the feel of Gray, sweaty and panting, head resting on Jeremy’s shoulder as little shudders tore through him, making him tighten around Gray’s softening cock.
Something clattered against the window, and Gray jerked, while Jeremy let his head flop to the side, knowing what he’d see when he cracked open his eyes. There, watching them witha large walnut held between his teeth, was a large squirrel, who turned, tail slapping the windowpane the moment Jeremy made eye contact with him. It was so damned surreal and absolutely perfect to see the what-the-fuck look on Gray’s face right before he huffed and started laughing. Giggling along with him, Jeremy lay there holding Gray close, vowing to gift Gray with a comic strip featuring a Peeping Tom squirrel just as soon as he had the energy to hold a pencil again.
Chapter 7
(Grayson)
“I need a word.”
Chaos’s voice cut through the haze of the low-playing movie and Jeremy’s soft snores as he lay, half pillowed on Gray’s shoulder, the movie watching him instead of the other way around as he napped the afternoon away.
“Not sure I can slip out from under the sleepy slug,” Gray whispered. “He’s not clinging, surprisingly, but he’s pretty much dead weight.”
“Good, then he won’t hear what I have to say,” Chaos said, leaning in closer. “Reggie and I had an interesting conversation while gassing up his bike the other night.”
“Oh yeah?”
“He said Gerald approached him outside of Pints ‘n Pool the other night, asking questions about if you were home and where you were staying,” Chaos said.
“And what did he tell him?”
“Not a goddamned thing,” Chaos said. “Reggie said it was none of his goddamn business, and if Gerald knew what was good for him, he wouldn’t approach another member of the club. Reminded Gerald of how lucky he was that we hadn’t run him out of town when we pulled his kutte and how all that could easily change. I got the sense that he’d have happily taken a swing at him if they hadn’t been standing on Main Street.”
“I was thinking about Reggie after he left here last night,” Gray admitted. “I think we need to reach out and see if he wants to do a little riding, just the three of us, so he can vent if he needs to and just have a sounding board as he works on processing such a major life-changing event.”
“Yeah, I got the same impression,” Chaos said. “Not sure I have any advice to give him, since Jeremy was my one and done, and lord knows raising him on my own, I made a ton of mistakes along the way.”
“You’re one up on me,” Gray replied. “At least you know what it’s like to be a father. Doubt it’s advice he needs anyway, just some wind therapy and ears willing to listen if he has something he’d like to get off his chest.”
“Now that I think we can help him out with,” Chaos said.
“As for Gerald, that bastard better steer clear of me. I’ve got nothing to say to him and no desire to go back to prison for stomping his ass into the pavement,” Gray declared.
“He knows better than to come around the shop; I’ve already warned him it’s off limits. He violates that, and we’ll rain hellfire down on his head.”
“Hate that I can’t put my colors back on.”
“In time, brutha,” Chaos replied. “Gotta ride that probation out.”
“Yeah, but I don’t have to like it.”
Chuckling, Chaos started to straighten up. “Who does? I’ll be out in the shed working on that wreck Jeremy dragged home with him. There’s plenty of leftovers in the fridge, so enjoy once you’re able to get out from under him.”
“Meh,” Gray grumbled. “I’m in no hurry. Been waiting a long time for moments like this.”
