Page 38 of Bedlam
“So, I drowned in a lake that I’m terrified of, and then Spade,Ja-something-I mean, who the fuck are these guys and why would Slim think the place I grew up in wasn’t safe for me anymore?” I ask as Kane continues to braid my hair. It’s soothing as fuck having someone play with my hair while I relax, but at the same time it feels wrong. Like he’s the wrong person to be doing that for me but then again, no one ever takes care of me. It’s always the other way around, so this change is nice even though he’s a complete stranger, but I will allow myself to revel in it.
“You have a bounty on your head.” He says.
“Who?” I grumble.
“Pakhan. He’s no longer a ghost.” He reveals and I seethe. That man has been on our hit-list for the last two years, and all of a sudden he wants to put a bounty on my fucking head.
“Do we know why?” I ask, sitting up, handing Kane the rag as I run my hand over the few rows of braids he made on the one side of my head. Looking up at him, he smiles down at me.
“Sorry, but I had a vision of you and those braids make you look badass, Gra.” he says and it causes a blush to crawl up my cheeks. Flynn clears his throat and my eyes collide with his.
“The why, is because I’m your father, and this,” he waves his hands around the room, “is your empire. You’re not a Rivers. You are Fallon O’Patrick, Irish royalty.” I gasp again before the room spins and I feel sick to my stomach, my vision flutters all different colors as Kane yells my name, but all I see are blue eyes and a mouth dripping blood before darkness takes over.
twenty-seven
Connecting The Dots
Spade
My eyes roll as I take a hit off the joint and moan every time Ryder gags on my cock.
“Fuck, why does this feel so fucking good? Every time, it just gets better and better.” I praise as he swallows around my length. He pulls all the way off me and slams the paper against my chest.
“Sign them,” he growls, sucking the tip of my cock so fucking slowly. My body shivers against him as I groan loudly, thrusting up into his mouth.
“No. Not yet.” I whimper as he takes me all the way down, only to come back up.
“Sign it. You are running out of time.” He informs me, licking my piercing.
“You’re not playing fair, Biker Bitch. But fuck, don’t stop.” I growl and he chuckles.
“You want to cum, baby?” He asks, and I groan as he takes me to the back of his throat.
“Yes, fuck yes I do.” I whine as he takes his hand, wrapping it around my cock and pumping so fucking slowly, causing my legs to shake.
“Ry, I’m going to cum.” I growl, but he stops and releases his grip on my cock.
“Sign the fucking papers, or them blue balls are really going to hurt. I’ll edge you all day, pretty boy, and just when you think I’m going to let you cum, it will all go away.” He threatens and I growl, grabbing the papers and the pen. He wraps his hand around my dick and starts pumping again as I throw my head back because I’m so fucking close. All I want to do is drop my load down his tight throat and finish this fucking joint.
Taking the pen, I scribble my name as he strokes faster, tightening his hold around me. His tongue swiping once, twice and a third time around the head of my cock has my body convulsing as he pulls off with a pop and I cum so fucking hard that ropes shoot across his chest and chin. I shiver at the sight of my undoing on his body. He runs his fingers through my mess, scooping it up and sucking his fingers clean.
“Mmm, such a good boy, Reid.” He praises, but I raise a brow.
“You’re always making me face my shit. Now it’s your turn. What are you doing about the Club? What’s in your head?” I ask, flipping the script because I’m done talking about my feelings and all that lame ass shit. He’s always helping me. It’s time I help him. He thinks he can mask it all from me, but I see through it. I see through it all, or maybe I see a kindred spirit like myself in him.
“Why do we have to ruin this moment with my bullshit?” He says, getting to his feet and adjusting his still hard cock.
“It’s not bullshit, and it doesn’t ruin anything. Just talk to me about it. This is a two-way street Ry, I’m here to help you aswell.” I suggest and he shakes his head, putting his white tee back on.
“I don’t need the help. Just let it go, man.” He orders, and I get up from the bed to pull my sweats back up.
“You push and push and push until I snap. Let’s just order some pizza and chill.” I offer as he puts his cut back on along with his white air forces.
“So I bring up your shit and you’re ready to dip out?” I accuse with a raised brow.
“I came here to get you to sign the papers so you can stay here. That's it.” He finalizes, but I call bullshit.
“Not what you were saying an hour ago.” I smirk, but he doesn’t take the bait as he swings the door open, leaving me high and dry.