"Damn, a mansion?" TT asked, then whistled again as he shook his head in amazement.
Gina grinned. "Yes, and you're all welcome."
"You're going to let us party in your mansion?" Dragon asked.
Shotgun nodded. "My home is yours. The Lords are my family. It's just that Gina and I want kids, and the clubhouse isn't the best place for that. I do love living here, though."
Dragon nodded because he agreed. "So, when are you moving out?"
"Not until this shit is settled with the triad and until after I get my patch," Shotgun said.
"Will you still be a doctor here?" TT asked.
"Yeah, I love the idea of having my own practice. Not to mention it doubles as a holistic clinic where I can legally prescribe Richie's drug," Shotgun said.
"Well, not the more intense version of it," Richie added.
Shotgun winked at him. "Of course."
"Look at you, man. You've come a long way," Burger said, complimenting Shotgun.
Dragon checked the man out again and had to admit, Gina hit the goldmine. The guy was handsome as hell, smart, and rich. Best of all, he was in love with her. He liked Shotgun. He turned his attention to Ahiga, whom he'd met only once before. "How are you adjusting? Your prospecting period is almost over."
"I can't wait until I can sew my patch on my cut," Ahiga said.
"What kind of bike do you ride?" Dragon asked him.
"Ace got me a Harley S2 Del Mar, that's Nightfall Blue. I love it," Ahiga said, grinning from ear to ear.
"Spoiling your baby, I see," Dragon teased Ace, who laughed and nodded.
"Damn right," Ace said.
"Does everyone have to have a Harley?" Ajay asked.
Ace shook his head. "No. That rule was stricter in the past, but Indians and other adventure and sport bikes work too. Weknow everyone can't always afford a Harley. But one thing that remains in our rules is that if you leave, the club keeps the bike."
"I'm not leaving," Shotgun said, thinking about all of his bikes. He had zero plans to lose them.
Dragon laughed and took a swig of his beer. "Yeah, I bet," he said, thinking about Shotgun's vintage bike. They all laughed, and he continued to chat with his family before eating some more of that food. This was one of the happiest days of his life, and he wasn't going to let the Triad or that CO, who he knew was waiting for him at the Kingdom, distract him from being with his club.
"So, you're going to take me for a ride on your hog?" Richie asked as Dragon ran his fingers down his motorcycle over the red dragon painted on the side of it.
"It's a 2016 Harley Sportster Iron 883, custom paint job, too," Dragon said as he smiled down at his other baby. He handed Richie his helmet, then put on his own. "Come on, baby." He climbed on, then started the engine, and the bike purred to life. "Good job, Ace," Dragon said because he knew his older brother was the one who kept his bike up.
"I'm so excited for this," Richie said as he climbed onto what he knew was the 'bitch seat,' and he'd gladly be Dragon's bitch. His old boy, his Property of, and he hoped to one day be his husband. He wrapped his arms around Dragon's muscular waist, and the two rode off. The Castiello men who had been doing security opened the gate for them, and Dragon revved the engine as soon as he was on the road.
It felt so good to be back on his bike, driving down the highway, wind whipping his face. The best part was that Richie was with him, screaming in glee as he held his arms out at his sides. Dragon laughed as he increased his speed to Richie's delight and his own. He drove for over an hour until he pulled off onto the side of the road and into an abandoned warehouse, then killed the engine. Richie climbed off, but Dragon just turned around so that he was sitting on his bike backward.
"Come here," he told Richie, who smiled and climbed back on the bike. He put his arms around Richie's waist and leaned forward to kiss him. Richie wrapped his arms around Dragon's shoulders and kissed him back with all the love he felt for the man. The two made out until Richie lifted Dragon's T-shirt over his head, revealing the tanned, tattooed flesh that he worshiped. Dragon's cyborg arm was his favorite tattoo, followed by the dragon, then the one now on Dragon's right thigh of a lion's head wearing a crown. Dragon climbed off his bike, as did Richie, and both men shed their clothes. Dragon mounted his bike again because he planned to make one of his wet dreams come true. Richie joined him, their lips locking, tongues caressing once more. Their hands roamed over each other's bodies as if they couldn't get enough of each other.
"I want you so badly," Dragon said, then kissed Richie.
"Fuck, I've got to have you again, baby. I love you so fucking much," Richie said as he jerked the hard flesh between Dragon's legs.
"I thought about you every second of every fucking day," Dragon said between his fervent kisses. He pulled back and spit into his palm before stroking his cock, getting it ready.
Richie grinned in anticipation as he leaned back and put his legs on Dragon's shoulders. "This is going to be tricky." He had never in his life fucked on a motorcycle, but ever since datingDragon, it had become one of his wildest fantasies, and he was excited that he was about to experience it firsthand.
