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We reach the safehouse by mid-morning, a squat wooden cabin hidden by pines, the kind of place you’d miss if you didn’t know it was there.
I cut the engine, the silence heavy after the bike’s roar, and Keegan slides off, his hands lingering on my waist a beat too long.
I don’t call him on it, but I feel it, that spark that’s been crackling since he threw thatDaddyline at me.
Inside, the safehouse is sparse—wooden floors, a table, a couple of chairs, and a stash of weapons locked in a cabinet.
I motion for Keegan to sit, but he leans against the wall instead, arms crossed, his smirk back in place.
“Nice hideout,” the boy says, looking around. “You bring all your strays here?”
“Only the ones worth my time,” I say, standing across from him, keeping the table between us for now. “You showed up last night, Keegan. That’s a start. But if you’re serious about theWolf Riders, you need to understand what you’re signing up for.”
I watch as Keegan tilts his head, green eyes glinting with challenge.
“Lay it out, then,” Keegan shrugs, evidently up for the challenge. “What’s the deal with your little biker family?”
I lean forward, hands on the table, my voice low and deliberate.
“The Wolf Riders aren’t just a club,” I begin. “We’re brothers, bound by loyalty, trust, and blood. Our code is simple: protect the club, protect each other, no matter the cost. You ride with us, you follow orders—Clay’s, Jace’s,mine. You don’t question, you don’t freelance. You fuck up, you’re out, and believe me when I say you don’t walk away clean. Or in some cases, you don’t walk awayat all.”
Keegan’s smirk fades, his jaw tightening as he processes.
“Sounds like the Army,” Keegan replies. “Except with better bikes and worse haircuts.”
I don’t laugh. The boy needs to know when it’s time to stop the snark and get real. And this is very much one of those times.
“The Army didn’t want you because you couldn’t follow rules,” I bark. “I’m offering you a chance, but it comes with a price. You answer to me, Keegan. I’m not just a rider—I’m the one who keeps this club alive. That means I expectobedience. Not just from you… butespeciallyfrom you, if you follow my meaning.”
The boy’s eyes narrow, that defiant spark flaring.
“Obedience,huh?” Keegan says. “You really lean into thisDaddything, don’t you?”
The word hits like a match to kindling, and I’m around the table before I think it through, crowding him against the wall.
Keegan doesn’t flinch, just lifts his chin, his breath hitching as I brace a hand beside his head, caging him in.
“You keep throwing that word around, boy,” I growl, my face inches from his, “It’s like you think you know what it means. You don’t. Not yet. But if you want to be mine—want to be a Wolf Rider—you’ll learn what it takes to please me.”
Keegan’s lips part, and I see the want in his eyes, raw and unguarded, but there’s still that edge of defiance.
“And what if I don’t feel like pleasing you?” Keegan murmurs, his voice low, taunting, his breath brushing my jaw. “What if I want to push you instead?”
My hand finds his throat, not tight, just enough to feel his pulse jump under my fingers.
“Push all you want,” I say, my voice a low rumble, “But you’ll learn to kneel, or you’ll learn the hard way.”
For a second, we’re frozen, the air thick with heat, his eyes locked on mine.
Then he moves, fast, closing the gap, his lips crashing into mine.
The kiss is fire—hard, desperate, all teeth and need.
I kiss him back, my hand sliding from his throat to his jaw, angling him to deepen it, tasting the rebellion and hunger in him. His hands fist in my jacket, pulling me closer, and I feel him, all lean muscle and reckless energy, pressed against me like he’s daring me to take more.
I roughly unbutton and yank Keegan’s jeans down, taking his briefs down at the same time. His hard cock springs up, thick and throbbing.
“Hold still,” I growl, gripping the base of his shaft and wrapping my fingers up toward the top. “Now pump. Show me what a good boy you are.”
