“Hey, I reject that. It’s a sophisticated business.”
“Sure it is. How are the new recruits getting on?” I ask. While his club may do some dodgy things, unlawful things, they do a lot of investigative work for the lawthat’s kept off the books. He recently has taken on a group of three friends who are computer whizzes who can hack pretty much anything they put their mind to. I met them once, and that was enough. Totally crazy and wild and not the kind of guys I’d want working for me.
“Eh, they’re just settling in. Needing to break in their attitudes though. The little fuckers like to cause trouble. I swear I have more gray hairs since they’ve been initiated,” he says, looking exhausted just thinking about them. I witnessed one of them in particular who gets under his skin, but I have learned that it’s a testy subject, so I keep my mouth shut.
The buzzer from reception sounds in my hallway, forcing me to move my aching muscles over to the intercom to see who it is.
“Yes?” I ask into the speaker.
“Mr. Taylor, I have a gentleman here that wishes to speak to you. A Mr. Leo Jones?” the receptionist says and I take a moment, feeling a warmth cover my body in anticipation. The fucker has got balls, coming here.
“Send him up,” I say. Standing back, waiting at my door, watching for the elevator doors to open in the hallway. I’m bubbling with intrigue of what this visit means. My cock twitches in my workout shorts. I wonder if he is on his own?
The sound of the elevator doors opening lifts my attention to the gorgeous Leo, who storms out towards me like he owns the place and I step back to allow him inside, slamming the door behind him. This feisty side is a new treat. I must admit, it is just as much of aturn on as the idea of him being submissive. I love the idea of some rough and tumble in the sheets before I have my way with him. He strides towards me with a look of thunder on his handsome face, eyebrows furrowed, mouth taut like he has sucked on a lemon. His fists are clenched at his side and it does nothing but make me smirk, which appears to piss him off more. Leo has forced more facial reactions out of me in the past week than I have done willingly in the past ten years. This proves my point, he stirs that excitement in me.
“Do you know what you’ve done, you fucker?! You’ve ruined my marriage! I could sue you for this, you arrogant prick,” he yells at me as he gets up in my face. With the inch more in height I have on him, it’s enough for me to force my posture to be more rigid, enabling me to look down my nose at him.
“Hello, Leo. Nice to see you too,” I say, trying to control myself from lunging at him. To punish his insolence but reward the confidence. It’s brave that he thinks he can intimidate me, but he doesn’t. He knows nothing about the true me, because if he did, he would watch himself.
“Ethan, man is everything okay?” Marcus’ voice comes from behind me, I’d forgotten he was here.
“Who the fuck’s this? Another whore you’ve paid and destroyed the life of?” Leo snarls. I quickly move towards Marcus before he punches the shit out of Leo. Marcus has a very short fuse that people have regretted lighting in the past.
“The fuck you say, cunt?” Marcus shouts, trying to push past me towards Leo.
“Leave it. Just go,” I say. “I’ve got this. He’s just being a shit,” I say. Marcus’ eyes flicker back and forth between me and Leo, weighing up the situation.
“Fine. Talk later, man,” he says as he walks towards the door, but not before knocking into Leo’s shoulder as he passes, causing Leo to stumble slightly on his feet. After the door closes, I avert my attention back to the scowling brat in front of me.
“You should be careful talking like that to strangers, you could get yourself hurt,” I warn gently.
“I’m not scared of you or him. Who was he anyway?” he demands, crossing his arms across his toned chest.
“The Prez of Blackrose Saints MC, and my oldest acquaintance, so I would be very careful with the next words that leave your mouth, Leo,” I warn. His Adam’s apple moves with a heavy swallow as the realization hits him of who he has just had a hissy fit about.
“Oh…” he whispers. Fuck, I love that soft sound in his voice, a hint of fear in it.
“Yes.Oh. Now, do you wanna start again as to why you are here?” I ask, ignoring the heavy dose of lust that’s filling my veins. I have to hold my arms across my chest tight to stop myself from grabbing him and kissing the attitude from his mouth.
“I can’t do it. Last night has ruined my marriage. Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” he says.
I’m not sure what he wants me to say. I didn’t force them to come to dinner and I didn’t force them to stay.
“You can’t blame me for your trust issues with your wife, Leo. Now, if you have come to turn down the offer, you can leave,” I say as I show him my back and walk away, but his strong hand reaches out and grips tightly onto my upper arm. The sudden contact makes me bristle as I don’t like to be taken off guard, so I lose it. Turning swiftly I grab him by the throat and slam him against the hallway wall, causing the picture hanging on my wall to shake from the vibration of the impact. His eyes widen at the mistake, so caught up in his emotions he fails to see the danger in front of him.
“Who do you think you are, putting your hands on me? Huh?” I whisper low over his face.
“You come into my home demanding answers. You were here by choice and it was you and your precious wife that reacted in that way. You could’ve walked away.” I grip harder on his neck, feeling his throat swallow beneath my palm, his eyes closed, and it doesn’t pass my notice the feel of his hard dick on my thigh, that he likes this. Interesting to know.
“Now, tell me why you’re really here, because if your hard dick is any indication, I think you are tempted,” I say as I gently press my lower body into his, creating a touch of heat when our hard cocks align, forcing me to hold back on fucking him and groaning out loud in pleasure. Fuck, he feels good. Smells good, too.
“I’m sorry,” he says, which is not what I was expecting to hear.
“Sorry for what?” I ask, gently rubbing his neck with my thumb while subtly rolling my hips into his. A littlewhimper leaves his mouth as he bites hard on his lip, trying to hold back.
“That I barged in here and I was rude to you and your friend. It won’t happen again,” he says as he opens his eyes and pins me with a stare of honesty. All hostility has left those hazel beauties, leaving young, almost innocent eyes in their place. I love this scared submissive side to him.
“Good boy,” I say, and pull away. His cute scowl is back. I just had to bait him as I enjoy the snark just as much.
