Page 65 of Whips and Chains
It was a far cry from the days when the two of us had been the youngest in the club, him a prospect, sharing my shitty little bedroom with twin beds. It had been my first taste of fucking with an audience. Fang hadn’t been big on bringing women into his room. He knew he scared most of them. Even as a teenager, he’d been huge. Intimidating, with a face only his mother could love. But that hadn’t stopped the occasional club slut from wanting him. And what was a guy supposed to do when he woke up with a naked woman, getting him hard, begging to bounce on his cock?
I’d been older, living it up, out from under the nose of my parents for the first time in my life.
Sharing that room with Fang had been our version of college. Neither of us had finished high school, let alone thought about getting a degree, but those years sharing that room, enforcing for War’s old man back when he’d been the prez, had been some of the best and wildest days of my life.
Until Army had thrown me under the bus, and I’d spent six years in prison for something I hadn’t done. Away from the life I’d built. Away from my best friend.
I wasn’t even sure I could still be mad at Army for it. Because if it hadn’t been for those years in a jail cell, I would have never met Violet.
And knowing her was worth every minute I’d lost in that hole.
At the door, I punched in the code I’d watched Violet enter earlier. It was easy, the numbers all spaced apart. When the sun rose, I’d get them to change it. And tell Violet she needed to cover her hand when entering a PIN. But for now, it worked in my favor. The locks disengaged with a quiet whirr, and I pushed down on the handle.
The entry foyer on the other side was as grand as any I’d ever seen. Though there was a toy truck and a doll with messy hair left on the tiled floor. I closed the door behind me, silently toeing off my shoes so I wouldn’t be as noisy getting up the stairs.
I avoided some Lego, using the streetlight coming in through the large windows to make my way up the stairs.
The landing up there was darker, and I crept along the hallway, eyeing each closed door, trying to work out which room they would have put Violet in.
This house was insanely huge, the hallway wide, the ceilings high. The first couple of bedrooms were easily identified as kid rooms, their names on the doors, the girls in one room, the boys sharing the one across the hall.
In the next, a crib and change table gave away the baby’s room, the soft glow of a monitor lighting up the bub’s tiny, sleeping form.
All the doors beyond that were closed, but my gut instinct said, with a new baby in the house, the parents wouldn’t want to be too far away.
That was confirmed when soft noises came from the two rooms next door.
Snoring from one.
A squeak of a bedframe from the other, mixing with deep, low, male voices and soft groans of pleasure.
Heat rushed down the back of my neck.
I didn’t know the intimate details of Fang’s relationship.
But I knew the sounds of two men fucking.
Because I’d been very close to making them myself not all that long ago.
I squeezed my eyes shut, thinking about Whip with his hand wrapped around my cock, and the way I’d grabbed his neck, hauling him in, claiming his mouth with my lips and my tongue.
I didn’t even know why I’d done it. I’d never been into guys in the past. Sure, I’d watched my brothers at the clubhouse fuck women, and enjoyed watching the way their bodies moved, just as much as the women beneath them, but actually fucking a guy myself?
No. Army would have fucking crucified me.
That had never been an option. Even in prison, I would have never let myself be that vulnerable.
And yet with Whip, it had been impossible to resist. I’d wanted his hands on me.
Wanted so much more than that, if I was really being honest with myself.
Which was fucking annoying because then he had to go and be a dick about it.
I shoved all thoughts of Whip and fucking men out of my head, my face blazing. Down the hallway I paused at each room, but my gut told me that because of the probability of a crying baby, Violet’s room would be the last one.
I took a chance and opened the door.
Violet looked up from her perch on the end of the big, four-poster bed and quickly wiped her eyes.
