Road of No Return (Gay Biker MC Erotic Romance Novel) by K. Merikan

Author:K. Merikan [Merikan, K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Published: 2014-11-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

Stitch had no idea how much time they’d spent in the bathroom, but it was as if all his worries went down the drain along with the dirty water. Zak massaged his whole body with soap, and while he had done that before, it felt different this time, much more intimate, gentler. Like having all the pain and humiliation of the day washed off him with the blood and dirt. Even after Zak was done washing himself, they lay together in the cooling water, exchanging chaste kisses, which Stitch knew were just the silence before the storm.

Stitch still wasn’t sure how it would play out, but there was no denying that his imagination suggested all sorts of images of how it would be to bottom for Zak. ‘Bottom’, the nice gay word for ‘getting fucked’. None of his friends would call taking it up the ass ‘bottoming’, but to Zak it seemed to come naturally. With the window broken, and sheets stained with the stench of Cox, Zak walked over to the bedroom to get the necessary supplies. He led Stitch to a room on the other side of the house, much smaller and less pink than the master bedroom. It had cream-colored walls and housed a queen-sized bed, covered with yellow bedding with a pink flower print. It was so unlike Zak it hurt, but having dated women for such a long time, Stitch wasn’t bothered by it.

Zak left the lube and condoms next to the bedside lamp, and walked over to the window to close the curtains. Even taking a glance at the lube had Stitch hitching a breath. It was like a promise that he’d be the bitch tonight. He swallowed and wrapped his hands at the back of his head, unable to relieve the tension. The stress that Zak had untangled in the bath now crept back into Stitch’s stomach in a completely new form. He hoped this change in bed arrangements wouldn’t muddle things between them. One thing he was sure of—he was not gonna chicken out.

Zak turned around to face Stitch, unusually quiet. His naked body was dark and mysterious in the sparse light of the bedside lamp. He circled the bed in slow, languid moves, reminding Stitch of the demon cat Zak had tattooed on his chest. With his wet hair down and falling into his face, he looked like a nightmare. A hot one, like a nightmare and a wet dream all at once. Stitch licked his lips, trying to comprehend that he was about to freely give something guys in the club mocked as the worst humiliation one could get in prison. Did this make Stitch a ‘virgin’? The thought made him uneasy.

Zak’s hands on him felt different this time. Still warm, still gentle, but somehow they seemed like a threat to who Stitch was. Zak pulled back the duvet and climbed on the mattress first, smiling at Stitch in invitation. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” It turned out more raspy than he wished it would.

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