Page 48 of Hidden Desires
Although Blade’s father had no issues seeing his faults.
He saw Blade and all his blasphemous, perverted ways. How his father had turned on him so quickly was part of the reason that Blade had taken things so hard.
It had just been him and his father. His mother had run off when he was only three, so he had no one else around to stand up for him or make his father stop when his punishments were dancing dangerously close to… well, who was he kidding? His father’s punishments were physical abuse and often came with jail time if performed in certain liberal states.
Down south? No one cared.
Either way, it was clear that Chester had loved his son. Blade sort of envied that.
It was just after one in the morning when Blade and Ace stumbled back into their room. They would look into Steven’s murder with a fresh pair of eyes in the morning. Now, it was time for sleep.
“Argh, finally, my bed!” Ace shouted, toeing off his boots, then flopping down on his bed. His shirt rode up, exposing the lower half of his back as well as the delicious curves of his tempting ass.
Staring at the boy, his body stretched out on the bed, and his smooth, tanned skin on full display, the sight was utterly delicious.
Locking the door behind him, Blade pulled off his boots, then yanked off his shirt.
It was the dead of summer in Vegas. Walking around shirtless was not uncommon for any of them.
Blade’s eyes roamed across the young man’s body, absorbing every gorgeous curve and his delicate, soft skin.
Fuck, the boy was sexy as hell.
If Ace wasn’t Marcus’s little brother, and if Blade didn’t belong to a respected biker gang, would he really be fighting this hard against his hidden desires?
Being gay was becoming increasingly accepted. However, being a member of a biker gang carried certain specific preconceived notions about who they should be.
The men were supposed to be tough and rowdy, constantly horny, and always looking for a good time.
For the most part, he lived up to those stereotypes, having sex with women, even though he really wasn’t attracted to them. He found it easier to get through the act when having a threesome with another guy. At least then, he was able to check out the dude’s cock and watch as the guy fucked into the chick. That always kept his meat hard.
But at the end of the day, all he really wanted was one man, one person to call his own. Someone he could cuddle with, someone to fuss over him when he got sick, someone to stand in front of and protect with his last dying breath.
Watching Ace stretch out on the bed, he tried to imagine a life in which the two of them could be together.
He wanted to smile. He wanted to be happy.
But was he really willing to risk destroying his friendship with Marcus and the other guys in the crew?
What if they didn’t accept him? What if they kicked him out of the gang?
Was he truly willing to sacrifice his new family just for a shot at making his heart happy?
“God, this bed feels good.” Ace moaned into the pillow.
Blade chuckled. He was finding it harder and harder to resist. Every reason he had to stop and walk away was being challenged by the cute smile of the boy in front of him. God, give him the strength to see reason.
Fuck. He couldn’t take it any longer.
“You gotta arch your back, boy,” Blade said, taking a stance at the end of Ace’s bed.
Ace turned his head slightly, glancing over his shoulder at Blade. “Huh?”
“If you’re going to make any half-decent content for your OF page, you’re going to need to learn how to arch your back.”
Ace threw a middle finger up at Blade.
That was Ace. Never afraid to tell people where to go, even those double his size.
