I grinned, and his expression warped into concern.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked slowly.
“Get dressed,” I ordered, slapping him on the ass hard. He’d stopped at his house on the way to mine last night and brought over some clothes. He hadn’t said anything about the bag he’d brought around, and neither had I, because I loved that he did.
He gasped and ground his half-hard cock against my thigh. “What?”
I raised my eyebrows at him and slid my hand down his back, grabbing his left asscheek and squeezing it. “I said get dressed. I’m taking you on a date.”
“We’re not going to a club, are we?” He scrunched his nose up and looked damned adorable. “I don’t like clubs.”
I laughed. “It’s nine in the morning. No, we’re not going to a club.”
“Then why do you want to take me on a date?” His confusion was both adorable and sad. I had a feeling no one had ever actually taken him out.
“Because unless I take vacation time and kiss Wyatt’s ass, figuratively,” I rushed to say, “during the summer I normally only have every other weekend off, and it’ll be twelve days before I get another day off. I want to treat you.” I kissed him lightly, and he leaned into me. “I like you, little rabbit. A lot.”
He smiled and his gaze softened. “Right. I kind of like you, too?”
“Kind of?” I teased, and he chuckled.
He placed his hands on my shoulders, fingers curling around them. “Where are we going?”
“You’ll find out. Go.”
He pouted and straightened, stepping away from me. With a shrug, he grabbed his mug of coffee and sipped at it, taking it with him as he walked out of the kitchen. I followed to watch him walk up the stairs, unable to take my eyes off his bubbly behind, which had my mouth watering.
By the time he came back down, I had the pancakes stacked on our plates with maple syrup. He came to the table, his empty mug clutched in his hands, eyes eating the food hungrily before he’d even sat his ass down.
“These look delicious,” he murmured, picking up his fork and knife as he dropped onto a chair.
I chuckled. “No dairy in anything. I don’t live off Chinese. I’m not an absolutely terrible cook.”
He smiled at me, and it was maybe a tad brighter than I’d thought I would get from simply cooking breakfast. We both started eating. The sounds he made while he ate went straight to my cock, and I didn’t think he realized he was doing it. They ranged from moans to whimpers, like a starving man who hadn’t eaten in months, and I was torn between eating my breakfast and watching his mouth. The syrup that spread out across his lips made them sparkle, and I couldn’t help what I did next. I shifted my chair closer and grasped his chin, dragging his face over to me so I could lick at his mouth. His lashes fluttered closed, and he groaned when I chased after the sweetness and flirted with the tip of his tongue.
“Maple syrup,” I said after I dotted a kiss on him.
He blinked lustily at me, pupils large and full of desire, which had my cock jerking. “Oh.”
I laughed and finished off my breakfast. Standing, I smirked when his gaze dipped to the package in my pajama pants, hard and running along my upper thigh, trapped by the tight cloth.
He licked his lips. “Did you want help?” His voice was wrecked, deep and scratchy, and he didn’t have to beg because his tone said it all. Hewantedmy cock down his throat.
“No.” I slid my fingers down his face, pleased when he leaned up as though wanting more of my touch. “You can wait until tonight. Then I’ll put you on your hands and knees and fuck you like the animals we are.” I kissed him gently and whispered against his mouth, “I’m going to wreck your hole, breed you until you’re so full you’ll be sprouting out a litter of my babies. Am I clear?”
He moaned and shuddered but nodded. “Yeah.”
I chuckled and patted him on the cheek. “Good boy. Stay here.”
Walking up the stairs, I didn’t give him another glance. By the time tonight came around, I wanted him desperate for my cock, begging me for it while also fighting against my hold on him. I wanted to mount him and fuck him like an out-of-control beast. Until then, I was going to woo him and hunt him in other ways.
I took my time in the shower, slowly stroking my cock. The sounds I made were purposely loud. I wanted him to hear me as I came, my body trembling against the wall of the shower. I shot so hard my balls hurt, and after I’d dressed and went downstairs again, he had the table cleaned and was sitting in a chair, his cheeks bright red and his mouth wet with saliva.
I grinned wickedly at him but didn’t say a word, gesturing for him to follow me to the truck. His gaze said he wanted to argue, but his curiosity won, and he trailed behind me like a good little puppy. I locked up the house and we got into my truck.
The drive took about thirty minutes, and I had the radio turned up, two of the hosts talking about June being Pride month, and how awesome it was that New Gothenburg was one of the most inclusive cities in the United States. We had one of the biggest LGBTQ communities in the country. They made a joke that even some of our motorcycle clubs had a tendency for the same sex. I rolled my eyes at that. Seemed unlikely.
Most of the people around New Gothenburg ignored the clubs because they were either scared or the bikers didn’t affect them. Unless you were into the criminal life, the Kings and Harlots left you alone. Innocent casualties mostly came from the Demons and the Warriors, but from what I’d heard on the news, the latter was basically destroyed after a shootout. I didn’t like listening to current events much because it was one fearmongering story after another. They constantly ignored the good in the world, and I fucking hated that.
