Page 15 of Kash
No, I need to hold my ground for as long as I can.
“Stay put,” I growl at Spike, my voice low, no room for argument.
He’s still standing in the corner, hands on his head, his shorts and briefs around his ankles from the spanking I just gave him.
The boy’s cheeks are flushed—partly from the punishment, partly from the way his body reacted to it. That hard cock of his, trapped between my legs as I laid into him, told me everything I need to know.
Spike is trouble, sure, but he’s mine, and that thought’s more dangerous than the cops outside. Okay, maybe not quite as dangerous. But you know what I mean.
I move to the window, easing the blind aside just enough to scan the road.
No lights yet, but the radio’s getting louder, the voices clearer.
“Unit Four, check the bluff cabins,” one says.
My stomach twists.
They’re zeroing in.
If they search the cabin, I’m fucked. My duffel’s got my knife, some cash, and a whole ton of my DNA that would link me to an endless list of crimes.
I glance back at Spike. He’s watching me, his green eyes wide, but there’s no fear in them—just that same defiant spark, like he’s ready to jump into this mess with me.
“Kash,” he whispers, his voice steady despite the situation. “What’s going on?”
“Keep your voice down,” I snap, but there’s no heat in it.
I’m pissed at myself, not him. I should’ve sent him away the second he showed up tonight, not pulled him inside and spanked his ass until it glowed.
But that look in his eyes, the way he uttered even the wordDaddy—fuck, it broke something in me. I want to protect him, claim him, but every second he’s here puts him in danger.
“Get your shorts up and stay out of sight,” I growl.
Spike hesitates, then pulls up his briefs and shorts, wincing as the fabric brushes his tender ass. “You gonna tell me what’s happening, or do I have to guess?” he asks, keeping his voice low, but that cocky edge is still there. Even now, with cops circling, he’s pushing me.
“Not now,” I say, moving to the door, my hand on the knife at my belt. “If they come in, you’re just some kid who got lost. You don’t know me. Got it?”
He nods, but his eyes say he’s not buying it.
“I’m not ratting you out, Kash,” Spike says. “Whatever this is, I’m in.”
I want to believe him, but trust is a luxury I can’t afford. The Vipers set me up, turned half the PD against me. Trust ain’t easy right now.
Thirty years in a cell if I come clean, a bullet if I don’t.
Spike’s a complication I didn’t plan for, but the way he’s looking at me, like he’d follow me into hell, makes something in my chest ache.
The radio goes quiet, and I risk another glance outside.
The cruiser’s moved on, its taillights disappearing down the road.
I let out a breath, my shoulders easing slightly.
“They’re gone,” I say, turning back to Spike. “But they’ll be back. You need to go home.”
The boy steps closer, ignoring my order. “You’re in trouble, aren’t you? Those rumors… biker fugitive, cop-killer. That’s you,right?”
I freeze, my jaw tightening. He’s too smart for his own good.
