“Okay, Wasp, tell me. What can I do to get Warrant to cash in his pass?”
Wasp gripped my arm, pulling me to the side of the room out of earshot of everyone else. Sandman, Ranger, Snyder, and Clash all watched us like hawks in a field ready to swoop in and scoop up their prey, but they gave us the distance we needed to keep Wasp’s secret just between us. He moved so his back was to everyone else, and my pulse quickened when his hand found a sensitive patch of skin on my belly and he slowly started to caress it.
The wicked smile that crossed his sexy lips had my knees quaking with need, and when he dipped in closer, his breath felt hot on the nape of my neck as he moved across to my ear, his lips cupping the outer rim of my lobe until he was only millimeters away from dismantling me.
“If you want Warrant,” he whispered so secretively and seductively, it made my pulse race even more. “Then you’re going to have to give him his deepest and darkest desire.”
“What’s that?” I whispered back, my heart swooning as he gave my neck a gentle kiss and the most delicious little nibble.
I swear I heard a disapproving growl come from somewhere behind me, but I didn’t care. Right now, it was just me and Master in the room.
Wasp’s voice dropped even lower as he whispered a single word into my ear, one that I never expected to hear.
“Skid.”
Chapter Three
Warrant
The urges were becoming maddening and harder to fight. I thought I was fucking over them when they finally let me out of the clink, but no... they’re even worse now. Now that I’ve looked into the deepest brown pools of heaven on earth and realized similar urges were being smothered behind those brief glances, he sent only my way.
Watching Skid fuck Tiffani was hot as hell, but my attention wasn’t on the busty brunette whose double D’s were slapping together like one of those bright neon clacker thingies kids played with in the nineties. No. My eyes were focused on Skid’s engorged cock, thrusting in and out of her ass.
My hole clenched at the thought of us switching places, giving and taking what my body has been craving since he walked through that fucking door four years ago.
I’d done all right over the years, snuffing my hidden desires by whatever means necessary to keep my hidden fantasies a secret from the rest of my club. Even if it meant resorting to porn and failing memories to keep me going. But the second Skid walked into the clubhouse as a hang around, biding his time before we patched him in as a prospect, I wanted him.
He reminded me of my first—my celly—Joaquin Jones. Fuck, that man saved my life while I was in prison doing ten-fifteen years for a robbery gone wrong. If it wasn’t for Joaquin, I’d probably be fucking dead...
The bars slammed shut with a violent clang, leaving me standing there in the middle of my cell, holding a blanket, worn sheets, and a shitty-ass pillow, like a complete and utter bitch.
I don’t even know how I got involved in the robbery in the first place? I was only nineteen, living on my brother’s couch while I did whatever I could to make it from week to miserable week.
It was by dumb luck that I stumbled upon the Outlaws and they let me prospect their club, Leppard taking me under his wing himself.
“You got this, Victor. All you have to do is walk into the building, hold the gun in your jacket pocket like this, and ask for the money. It’s routine... in and out.” Leppard pulled the mask over my face, then sent me inside.
I never realized this wasn’t a typical club initiation. Hell, none of the other brothers were even there. It was just him and me, standing outside a gas station in the middle of the night on Halloween.
The person behind the counter eyed me curiously as I flipped through a magazine and then grabbed a few snacks. It looked like nobody else was inside, which was a good thing.
I could see Leppard hovering just outside the door, and it made me wonder why I was having to do this all by myself and he wasn’t contributing.
“It’s a little cold tonight,” the man behind the counter exclaimed. He eyed the clouded mask on my face, and a knowing look of fear slowly swarmed his dark eyes.
“Yeah...” I said softly, gripping the gun in my pocket, debating on what to do next.
“Is this all for you?” he asked, scanning the snack cake and soda I placed on the counter.
I cleared my throat.
He cleared his.
We stared at each other for a few seconds before I gathered my wits about me.
The register opened as he started handing me my change. Now was my time. This was it!
“Give me all the money!” I shouted.