Bad Idea by Lily Harlem

Author:Lily Harlem
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Totally Entwined Group Ltd
Published: 2016-07-07T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Four

Heavy

I didn’t want to push too far, too fast. Junk had me unraveled. My gut was telling me to unleash all my adoration of him, my sadist self, the pent-up desire that had me panting. My demons wanted to come out to play. But it could be too much for him to handle. He was no lightweight, no softie, but still… When I got going I didn’t take it easy on a sub.

And Junk, well, he’d been particularly badly behaved today. The defiant look in his eyes, the way he’d squeezed Rose’s tit, kissed her, the smart way he’d thought he could speak to me. My plan was to mark his skin, sink deep then have him in my arms, wrung out, satisfied and wearing my lust for him in streaks of red for days to come.

It never failed to amaze me how lucky I’d been to find him. Gay bikers were few and far between, we weren’t welcome in most clubs. But I had to be true to myself. The sight of a broad male chest, roped muscles and the scent of testosterone-infused sweat was what yanked my chain, always had and always would.

Add in a guy who would bend over and be spanked, submit to my will…call me Sir…and I was in heaven. Junk was only the second male lover I’d taken. My first, Conner—rest in peace—had gotten on the wrong end of a gunfight over a decade ago. I still missed him, the void was still there, but Junk, he was filling some of the space—never all of it, but making the emptiness easier to bear.

I waited for several seconds, enjoying the sound of the material and the friction of denim running over flesh. Junk always wore jeans, never leathers, and I loved that. It was soft, sexy, easy access. I drew up an image of him naked in my mind’s eye, the need to turn around almost overwhelming. But I made myself stay still, enjoying the anticipation. Seeing him golden-skinned, perfect, ready for me, was something that kept me going on cold, lonely nights.

“I’m ready, Sir.”

Finally.

I spun around, my heart thudding and my cock straining against my leathers.

Dear God.

The man was beautiful. Broad shoulders, flesh that had a few scars and dents from fights over the years, a six-pack fit for worship and a sprinkling of dark body hair. He had a day or two of stubble and over his right pec a tattoo of a cross with flames at the base.

And the look in his eyes—the unharnessed yearning for us to begin, the flash of dark blue that had turned to the color of an oil slick. It made me want to take him to places he’d never been to before.

I unbuckled my belt.

He watched me. His arms hung loose at his sides.

I slid it from the loops then clasped the square silver-plated buckle that was inscribed with the Roughneck Riders logo. With slow, deft movements that I knew would be filling him with

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