Page 33 of Zeke

“See you soon, sweetheart,” he says as he walks out the door, the tinkling of the bell on the door the only thing he leaves behind.

CHAPTERSIXTEEN

Zeke

It takes only two words to come through on my phone, a two-word text to have me buttoning my pants and running for my bike.

I’d just finished alone time with my thoughts about Kira when I got the text. I’d woken up from a restless sleep after being up half the night. My anxiety was higher than it had been in a long time. My urge to go find a quick, hard fuck was at its peak. I was determined to resist, knowing Kira deserved someone dedicated to her and her alone.

As the sun had assaulted my eyes, rousing me for the last time, I looked down to find myself at full mast after a particularly graphic dream involving Kira. I could have ignored it and hoped it would go away, but I needed the release. If I couldn’t have it with a real person, there was only one choice.

I reached inside my boxers to grab my length and stroked myself, not for the first time in the last couple of months and, I assumed, not for the last. It didn’t take long for me to breathe faster, my hand moving in time with each inhale.

But today, the fantasy wasn’t enough. Today I needed more. I needed a visual.

I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and swiped the screen to unlock it. The background was a picture of Kira from the day Eden and Savage got hitched, one she didn’t know I’d taken. She looked beautiful, her face glowing with laughter with confetti raining down around her.

That wasn’t the image I needed. I needed something more graphic and of the moving variety.

I opened my browser and typed in my favorite, ahem, erotic video website. I scrolled through the main page, watching the preview of each video and trying to find one that would do for the specific desire I had right now.

It only took me about five minutes of scrolling (along with a few brief pauses to admire a particularly engaging clip) to find what I was looking for. The camera was being held by the man in the video. He stood behind a girl with wavy hair the same shade of light brown as Kira’s. She was on all fours with her upper body stretched out as he plunged deep inside of her from behind, sending her entire body forward with each thrust.

I turned the volume up enough to hear it but not enough that someone would hear it from the hall, and imagined the girl in the video was Kira on my bed, arms out in front of her, moaning and saying, “Yes!” for me instead of the guy in the video.

“That feel good, baby?” I say to my empty room.

“Yeah, right there,” the girl in the video moaned.

“Fuck, Kira…”

It didn’t take long for me to reach the peak right before I crashed over into my orgasm, but I held off as long as I could, wanting to come when the man in the video did. Wanting to imagine I was claiming her the way the girl in the video was claimed by him. It took all my willpower not to shout her name as I came, spurting thick ropes of white come onto my chest and belly.

I have my cock in my hand and my phone in the other when it buzzes, and the text alert comes through on the screen.

Bakery. Now.

Eden’s message is direct and to the point. I use a shirt to wipe myself off, then throw on a new one and my cut and haul ass out the door.

I speed there as fast as I can get away without potentially alerting one of the cops who doesn’t care for us and our operation. Most understand the benefit we have on the local economy, and therefore on their jobs, but some have a morality complex about what we do.

I pull up outside the bakery and see a bunch of bikes already in the lot, including Eli’s.

Motherfucker…

I burst through the doorway of the bakery, which has theclosedsign on the door. Eden and Savage talk to a disgruntled Julia, who has one of Country’s arms around her shoulders. Kira’s dad is standing off to the side, looking unhappier than Julia. As he stands there, several other members of the club come rushing in to see what has me the most upset.

I arrived as quickly as I could, but it wasn’t fast enough to beat my brother. He stands beside Kira, rubbing her shoulder as she sits in one of the chairs by the window, sipping from one of the teacups the bakery uses.

I walk to her to try to figure out what’s going on, to be there for her even better than Eli is, but a hand grabs me by the shoulder and steers me into the kitchen.

I’ve never been back here, and I’m not sure what I expected, but it looks like a damn torture chamber. The tools and machines look like they could be used to hide bodies by grinding them up and pressing them into nothing. I make a mental note about this, just in case, when I turn to face the person who brought me back here.

Kira’s dad stands in front of me, livid. From what Kira has told me, he doesn’t think much of his daughter being with a biker, but it doesn’t stop me or Eli from trying anyway. She seems okay with us pursuing her.

Right now, I have to face the man, not knowing what situation I’ve walked into. I’ll need to explain myself, and I’ll have to plead my case.

I open my mouth to do so, but Kira’s dad holds up a hand to stop me, his expression changing. I suddenly notice the fear in his eyes.

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