Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 100545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Tank’s brows rose. “That’s why you didn’t show up and left Daddy’s dick without the love its due? Leaving me alone in the cold bed?”
Clover slid his hand up Tank’s side, feeling particularly naughty. “It was a warm night…”
Tank spun him around so fast Clover didn’t even dare breathe until his cheek rested in sheets that smelled of Tank’s skin and his cum. Had he jerked off thinking about having Clover like this?
He let out a strangled cry when Tank gave his buttocks a playful swat through the jeans. “Neglectful boy. Unless I give you permission, you come back to my bed. I don’t care if it’s five in the morning and you’re full of Boar and Pyro’s spunk. You come back to me. Understood?”
Clover gasped at the show of force, but the spanking was nothing like the true punishment Tank didn’t administer often, so he took it in stride. “Yes, Daddy. I should have asked for your permission.”
Tank slapped his ass again. “And that’s in person only. No texting-from-Pyro’s-phone kind of bullshit.”
“In person only.”
“Daddy was worried about you,” Tank said, smacking Clover’s ass again. The strokes produced heat that already tickled Clover’s balls, and he was on the verge of asking for forgiveness by satisfying Tank’s dick when the door swung open.
So maybe he’d had sex in public a couple of times now, but he wasn’t used to being walked in on. He turned his face to the intruder and flopped to the bed, groaning at the sight of Drake.
The man looked infuriatingly sexy as ever in a tight T-shirt, and his black hair was loose for once, with damp ends swiping his shoulders. “Can this not wait? We were supposed to leave half an hour ago.”
Spoil-sport.
Tank’s hand still rested on Clover’s ass, but his hesitation meant only one thing: Clover would have to show his Daddy how much he cared later in the day, which was unfortunate, since his cock had already started to fill up.
“Right. Let’s get moving then,” Tank concluded in the end, pulling Clover back to his feet.
Drake shook his head. “You can slut around later.”
Clover spread his arms. “Seriously?” The first thing Drake said to him in a week since watch where you’re going, and this was it?
Tank stepped in front of Clover, his voice sharp and clear. “Shouldn’t respect within our group be mutual, Drake? Stop picking on the boy!”
Drake hissed like a piece of chicken tossed into sizzling oil. “He’s not a member of our group. He’ll be trouble. I’ve been saying this from the start, and I haven’t changed my mind. Fuck him all you want, since that’s how he’s paying for protection, but don’t drag me into it!”
“Whatever. You don’t know me,” Clover said, but it came out flat and childish. “You’re just jealous ‘cause your dick is stewing in its own juices.”
Drake took a step closer, baring his teeth like a rabid dog. “You better put a muzzle on the boy,” he said to Tank. “If he was mine, I’d have put a gag on him and only take it out for feeding and dick-sucking.”
“You’d love to do that to a boy this pretty, wouldn’t you, Drake?” Tank asked, perfectly calm.
Drake’s face twitched, as if its muscles were cooking under skin, but in the end he stepped outside, jumping off the tiny porch. “Whatever. I’ll be in my van.”
Clover remembered to breathe once Drake was out of sight. “Wow. That was intense.”
Tank shook his head and pushed his boxers down, revealing his long cock to Clover, who at this point. “Don’t listen to him. He’d claimed Pyro would be our undoing for a whole year after he and Boar joined us.”
Clover’s gaze zoomed in on Tank’s cock, and he sank to his knees. “We’ve got ten more minutes, right?”
*
Saying their goodbyes took forever, and Cross insisted they stayed for a communal breakfast, so it was close to noon by the time Tank’s crew left the compound and embarked on a long, lonely drive toward Oregon.
Tank decided to take his Harley off the back of the pickup truck and rode it, with Clover hugging him from the back as beautiful landscapes passed by.
Monumental mountains, still covered with snow, rose beyond dense woods that could’ve been the backdrop for a scary fairy tale, but soon enough Clover’s focus settled on the stream running alongside the asphalt and the way it glimmered in the sunlight. Ground rose on either side of the road, and soon enough they drove through a narrow ravine that might have been a cathedral of nature with the way the thick tree tops created a above.
Could this really become his life? His position within the group remained uncertain, and the strange four-way relationship was still fresh, but Clover knew he fit in with the guys well, and maybe in a year’s time Drake would get over his conspiracy theories and give Clover a chance? He’d never lived on the right side of the law, so their job wasn’t an issue. They hadn’t yet talked about more distant future, but could staying be on the cards?