Page 8 of Hidden Desires
That was one of the many things that he admired about Ace. But, of course, he could never tell him that. He didn’t needMarcus thinking he was trying to sleep with his younger brother. Talk about having a death wish.
“No, I’m fine. Gonna head home for the night.”
3
BLADE
Outside the house, the music could be heard blaring from down the block. It was a Saturday night, Blade's first Saturday night off in weeks.
Tonight, he was going to have fun. He was going to get shit-faced, perhaps snort a line or two, and hopefully find a chick or two to stick his dick into and blow his load.
It had been three days since he emptied his nuts, and his jeans were feeling all sorts of tight.
Stepping off his bike, he adjusted his deep-green T-shirt and tugged on the waistband of his jeans.
To say that Blade was overconfident was an understatement. He knew that he was good-looking, badass, and that all the chicks wanted to fuck him. And why shouldn’t they? He was six feet tall, with a relatively muscular build, biceps that could wrestle a bear, and an eight-inch cock that could destroy any tight hole it decided to explore.
Life was great. One could say he had it all. He was a member of the Shadow Vipers, a criminal biker gang that was well-respected and feared by many. He had close friends, a house, and brothers all around him. Okay, and sisters too. There werefemale members of the gang as well. The point was that he had a very large found family and loved it.
The town they lived in was called Baton, perfectly placed in the great state of New Mexico. It was not an overly populated town. In fact, the town was rather small, and most of its residents were basically there to pass the time and die. People who wanted excitement lived in the larger towns and cities.
That being said, they did have a decent-sized biker population. Blade chalked that up to people liking Marcus. Well, they liked the idea of Marcus—big, beefy biker, with a hot temper, but a big heart.
Go figure. Oxymoron if there ever was one.
Marcus was their fearless leader, head of the Shadow Vipers biker gang, and owner of the Ride ’em Hard bar.
When it came to Viper business, Marcus was tough and mean and didn’t take any shit from anyone. But when it came to the people around him, he loved them hard and always made sure they were taken care of. That also included the town. He donated money, made sure that repairs were made, and even helped out with community events—all on the down-low, of course. He did have a reputation to keep after all.
That being said, those people in the community who liked to keep things wild and fun tended to stick together.
Take tonight’s party, for example. The house belonged to one of the newly divorced MILFs who frequented the bar on a regular basis. It seemed that once a woman… or man, got a divorce in this town, their legs suddenly unlocked and opened, giving access for the nearest horned-up biker to easily invade.
That reminded him. He was horny. He needed to get drunk, then get his balls drained. A guy with his good looks and sexual stamina should not go this long without getting laid.
Walking up the path to the front door, he added a bit of swagger to his walk, showing off his confidence and reminding people who he was—a man to be feared and respected.
He was Blade. Just Blade.
He had given up his real name when he left his old life and joined his new family.
Being a member of the Shadow Vipers meant being a member of a much greater family. A family built on loyalty, respect, and, of course, brotherly love—not in the “I fuck my brother” kind of way—although a couple of the guys had started dating each other—but in the “I love you as a brother” kind of way.
“Blade!” Nikolai shouted as Blade walked into the house. “It’s about fuckin’ time you got here,” Nikolai slurred, stumbling toward him and spilling half his beer on Blade’s boots. “Here, you need to catch up.”
Nikolai grabbed a bottle of vodka from a man trying to pour himself a drink and shoved the bottle into Blade’s face.
The man didn’t say a thing. That was the power of being a member of the Shadow Vipers. People knew you were a member and let you do whatever the fuck you wanted. They all knew that if you had an issue with one of the members, you had an issue with them all.
Blade loved it.
Holding the bottle, Blade chuckled.
“Whoa, cowboy. Looks like someone’s on a mission.”
“Damn right. This is my first night off all week, and I have three chicks in the other room, ready to fuck.”
“You don’t waste time.” Blade took a swig of vodka and happily embraced every inch of the burn as it made its way down his esophagus.
