Page 34 of Hidden Desires
“Hang in there, buddy. You’ll find the man of your dreams before you know it.”
He hoped so. He couldn’t keep pining over a man he couldn’t have.
11
BLADE
There was no better feeling than hitting the open road with a pack of your brothers. Feeling that steady roar of one hundred and four pounds of horsepower humming between your legs and the gentle wind rushing at your face was both soothing and empowering.
There was no better feeling.
Well, except for sex. That was always a great feeling.
And hand jobs.
Yes, hand jobs. Especially when they were given by a certain Latino twink who happened to be related to the big man himself.
Talk about forbidden fruit.
Ever since that night, Blade hadn’t been able to get Ace’s face out of his mind.
Feeling his breath against his chest as he worked over his dick.
Listening to him moan as he worked over his meat.
Fuck.
His smooth, tanned skin and chocolate-brown eyes.
Why was it that Latino men always had the fittest bodies? And that ass… don’t even get him started on that incredible bubble butt of his.
The man was a bottom, and damn proud of it. And who wouldn’t be with an incredible ass like that?
Blade often wondered what it would feel like to have his cock buried deep inside that beautiful hole—slapping his cock against those cheeks, just to see them move and jiggle.
Fuck, that was hot.
Ignoring the growing boner between his legs, Blade switched lanes and pulled up next to Caden and nodded.
The man gave him a quick wave, with Lucas clinging to his sides.
Seeing how happy the two of them were made Blade wonder if perhaps he should try to find himself a better half as well.
And would that be a man or a woman? that annoying voice inside his head asked.
It was that voice that kept reminding him how worthless he was, and that at any moment, he could lose everything important to him—his brothers and his family.
While he spent his nights fucking women like it was nobody’s business, he really had no interest in making any of them permanent. He was gay and closeted. And after what happened with his father and Jerry, he had no desire to come out as gay and risk losing yet another one of his families.
“Anyone ever tell you that you got a thick man-booty?” Ace’s voice asked over the Bluetooth in his ear.
They all used Bluetooth to communicate while riding. Apparently, Blade had forgotten to end his call with Ace when he called to ask if he had brought any extra suntan lotion. Like the guy needed any protection against the heat of the sun. The man had perfectly tanned skin that somehow seemed to glisten when under the New Mexico sun.
Blade smirked. He liked it when Ace teased him or pretended to get annoyed. Any attention was good attention.
“Thanks for noticing. It’s from all the squats I do while standing over your face,” Blade responded in that cocky man-whore voice of his.
He subtly glanced over his shoulder as Ace rode up beside him.
