Hellbent (Four Horsemen MC Book 5) (24 page)

Shep rocked his hips downward as he dragged his hands across Noah's skin, feeling the ridges of his defined abs, sliding over and back up his arms to cup his shoulders. He lowered himself, locking their mouths together again as lightning split the sky, flashing all around them.

He slid his hands under Noah to cup his ass, knuckles scraping the rusty metal as he pulled Noah tighter against him. He shuddered as pleasure rolled through him, heating his flesh from within. He felt so overheated there should have been steam rising from the rain hitting his bare shoulders. Their bodies moved together in a searing, slow sweep. A raw aching sound escaped Shep's lips.

Noah's fingers clawed into his back as he tore his mouth away. He dragged his lips to Shep's ear, gasping, "If we don't stop—"

"Shut up," Shep growled, thrusting against him. "Not fucking stopping."

He panted, "You really … want …"

Shep's hands swept up to the button on Noah's jeans. He held his gaze as he popped it open, sliding the zipper down. Cool rain sluiced down his naked back, raising gooseflesh, but everywhere he and Noah touched felt molten. Gently, he nudged Noah's head to the side, trailing kissing along his jaw. "You want a confession? I've wanted this since I laid eyes on you. Knew it was wrong—didn't matter."

Shep hooked his thumbs in Noah's jeans and tugged them down almost to his knees. His rain-slicked hand wrapped around Noah's hard cock, sliding wetly down the smooth length.

Noah bit into Shep's shoulder, muffling curses as he bucked up into Shep's hand. His movements frantic, he reached down, fumbling to undo Shep’s pants. Shep kept a slow, steady stroke as he toed off his boots and adjusted his weight so Noah could maneuver the jeans off his hips. He kicked them off, impatiently, unconcerned with where they ended up.

Shep's heart hammered in his ears louder than the crashing thunder as he moved on top of Noah, straddling his hips again. Noah was wrecked. Arms braced behind him, wet, black hair slicked back against his head, pupils blown. He leaned close so Noah could hear through the thunder, hearing the aching quality of his own voice as he asked, "What do you want, Noah?"

"Will you give it to me?" He dragged his teeth along Shep's collar bone.

"Yes," Shep bit out.

Noah shifted, spreading Shep's legs further and reached between them, dragging the head of his cock along the cleft of Shep's ass to press against his opening. Shep tensed, a white hot blade of want lined with fear flickering through him.

Noah looked him in the eye, the night around them chill enough now for his breath to fog. "Are you sure about that?"

Shep groaned, unable to look away. He shook his head, trying to clear the consuming haze from his brain. A tremor of fear licked through him, but it didn't put a dent in his rising desire. "You'd be the first."

"I’d be honored, but it’s got to be your choice." Noah's voice had dropped an octave and Shep felt his cock jerk in reaction to the statement. "Yes or no? Do you want me to fuck you?"

Yes, he fucking did. He wanted it, wanted to feel overwhelmed, overcome, consumed by Noah. Wanted to be surrounded and filled up and undone. It wasn't smart or really safe, was insane really—fucking in the middle of a trailer parker under a monsoon.

And he'd never done this with anyone, never let himself be that vulnerable. He could bullshit himself, say he held something back to keep from making it too real, but the fucking truth was scorched across his soul. He'd held back something that wasn't his to give away.

Because it belonged to Noah.
He
belonged to Noah.

He didn't give a fuck about consequences right now

He wanted Noah.

"Yes."

Noah froze, muscles shaking as he stared up into Shep's face. He laid back, gaze sweeping over Shep's body, stripped bare, slicked with rain and poised above him. He reached out and gripped Shep's shoulders, pulling him flush against his chest.

His voice sounded like gravel as he gritted out, "You better fucking mean that."

Oh, I mean it.

Shep's hands slid down Noah's sides, past the bared skin. He maneuvered a hand into the back pocket of Noah's jeans and produced a half-empty tube of cherry-flavored lube and a foil-wrapped condom.

Noah chuckled soft and low beneath him, disbelief threading the sound. "Maybe you know me too well." He took the tube from Shep's shaking hand, flipped off the cap and squeezed a healthy portion into his hand. He slicked his cock slowly, eyes fluttering shut and needy noises escaping his throat. He tore the condom wrapper and rolled the latex down his stiff flesh.

Noah took his time, spreading copious amounts of lube over his wrapped cock and then slowly over Shep's hole, circling the tight ring. Shep bit his lip, keeping his eyes locked on Noah's face even as they tried to shut on him on. He had never felt so connected, so
open
before. His knees shook from his straddling position. Noah's free hand grabbed the back of Shep's neck, bringing their mouths together in a searing kiss. As he thrust his tongue in Shep's mouth, he pushed a finger into him.

Shep moaned into the kiss, nibbling at Noah's lower lip. He gasped, "More."

Noah slid another finger in, too hesitant, too cautious. Shep jerked, knowing Noah was trying to be careful with him, make it good for him. The feeling settled warm and sweet in his chest.  He pulled Noah's hand away, then cupped his face, sweeping his tongue past Noah's parted lips for another deeply drugging taste.

When he pulled back, positioned over Noah's erection, his own dick was so fucking hard the errant drops of rain pulled a deep-seated groan from his throat. He braced his weight and slowly slid down, a steady, soft burn dragging inside him with the motion.

Shep mouthed curses as lust rolled through his core. Noah shook beneath him, straining as if to hold still, to let Shep set the pace here. He threw an arm over his shoulder and Shep glimpsed the horseshoe tattoo that marked Noah protected eternally. He shivered.

Shep pushed downward, deeply seating Noah's cock inside. He arched back, gasping to the stars as the sensation swept through him. His balls tightened. He squirmed a little, willing his body to adjust. Then Noah rolled his hips, cock dragging against the sweet spot and Shep cried out, eyes slamming shut.

"Liked that?" Noah whispered huskily in his ear. There was a tender note in his tone, a slight hint of vulnerability.

Shep rocked down and smirked as Noah's eyes rolled back in his head, his body tilting up. "Yeah, little bit."

He wrapped a hand firmly around Shep's erection and the discomfort evaporated like the rain off his overheated skin. They locked into a steady rhythm, bodies sliding against each other, hands stroking, carnal sounds muffled by the raw power of the storm unleashed around them. Shep was goddamn trembling as he met Noah’s gaze.

Noah hit that tight spot of nerves with every sweeping thrust, eyes locked on Shep's. He was coming apart, trembling, vibrating with building need. Every relentless drag of Noah's thumb ring over the head of his cock, counter-timed to him sliding deep inside, pushed Shep closer to an apex he wasn't sure he'd survive.

He cupped Noah's face, bringing their lips together. He licked into Noah's mouth eagerly, memorizing the taste with every flick of his tongue, focusing on the flutter of his heart as he anticipated every new well of pleasure. Years by each other's side had created an instinctive knowledge of how the other moved, an intuitive ability to shift and flex in all the right ways.

His knees scraped against the rough metal of the truck, his hair dripped down his face, the chill wind and unrelenting rain only heightened how good every part of him that touched Noah felt. Shep rocked down harder, intensifying their pace. Noah's eyes fluttered shut and his head fell back, throat arcing in a graceful curve.

He let out a sinful moan. Shep reveled in the sound, in the ability to shake Noah like this, to see him abosolutely destroyed like this. He had never affected another person like this. Had never felt so consumed before. Shep was a breath away from coming and goddamn certain this was the best sex he'd ever have in his whole fuckin’ life.

Noah shook harder and gasped, "Shep, I—"  Thunder drowned out the rest of his sentence.

His grip on Shep's cock tightened, hand twisting as his dick pulsed out pleasure inside of Shep.  He panted, "Fuck, Noah. What you're doing to me … you're
killing
me …"

Shep's balls tightened, the muscles in the small of his back bunching. He lurched forward and bit into Noah's shoulder, muffling his desperate sounds of release as he came across Noah's lean fingers.

They collapsed against each other. Noah carefully pulled out of Shep, discarding the crumpled condom to the side. Shep braced his elbows over Noah's shoulders, pressing their foreheads together as he caught his breath. His fingers caught in the hair at the base of his neck, holding Noah in place.

As Shep's heartbeat slowed, the cold storm no longer seemed like such an invitin' environment. He released Noah, meeting his gaze for a long moment. The sense of connection between them edged towards too intense. A completeness he shouldn't be feeling because it couldn't last. He didn't deserve to feel like this.

It scared him spitless.

"What do you say we get someplace warmer?" Shep swallowed, hoping the panic didn't show in his eyes.

Noah nodded, expression wary. He chewed gently on his lower lip, nervous.

Shep offered him a hand up, and they gathered their sodden clothes. He shivered as he pulled on his soaked jeans, wadding the rest up into a ball and tossing in the cab of the truck before he climbed in. He cranked the heat as Noah climbed up in the passenger side.

His hand closed over Shep's on the gear shift. "Hey, hold up a sec."

Shep took a slow breath and stilled. He turned to look at Noah. His lower body had hit the seventh circle of bliss, all kinds of mellow buzzing and happy-after-fucking-hormones spreading through him. But his heart couldn't find the right rhythm. He felt light headed and unsettled. He had a nearly irresistible urge to lean over and kiss Noah right now.  Like he might suffocate if he didn't.

"You okay?" Noah whispered. The fear looming in his eyes twisted something in Shep’s chest. "Was I …”
good enough?
“Are we … okay?"

"Yeah." He reached his hand into Noah's dripping hair and yanked him closer, sealing his lips over Noah's mouth in a searing caress. The feeling inside swelled, singing through his veins.

As he leaned back, he caught Noah's emerald gaze. He smiled warmly at him, and the lurid replay of the what they'd just done in the back of this truck had Shep squirming in his sodden pants. "Feel like you got what you asked for?"

"Something like that." Noah’s smirk didn’t hide the guarded flash in his eyes.

Shep swallowed. He had felt so vulnerable, open and exposed, poised over Noah’s body. But the uncertainty and fear in Noah’s eyes told him his partner felt just as scared.

The truth smashed into Shep like a semi-truck. There was no going back from what they had just done. He had been changed.
They
had been changed.

Completely. Irrevocably. Undeniably.

Somehow, he had managed to convince himself for years having sex with men he didn’t care about left a line uncrossed. Premarital sex had to be in the top ten of most frequent sins. But to fall in love with another man? Somehow it felt like a whole other line to cross. Maybe the last line.

If he kept going with Noah, the MC would find out. For macho guys, they were nosy bitches. If he stopped, he’d lose Noah. They couldn’t pretend to be friends anymore.

The thought of losing Noah made him sick. The thought of losing the MC scared him spitless.

Damned if you do and damned if you don’t.

Shep cleared his throat and started the truck. The clock flashed 4:30. "Shit!"

"What?"

"We gotta move." Shep slid into reverse. "If I floor it, you can shower and change and we won't be late."

"Late? For fucking what?" Noah flipped open the glove compartment, searching for smokes.

Shep laughed dryly. "Today is Revelation."

Chapter Twenty-Five

Now I lay me down to sleep and pray the Horsemen my soul to reap.

 If I die before I wake, let it be for my brothers’ sake.

~Four Horsemen Prospect Handbook

* * *

A few hours later, at the utter ass-crack of dawn, Pretty Boy stood next to his prospect brothers in back of Seventh Circle Motors, squinting at a pile of lumber. They exchanged looks, casting furtive glances at Axel, Ryker, Voo, Coyote, Cowboy, Ransom and Jag. The Four Horseman leadership was stonewalling them, faces blank masks in the early light.

Pretty Boy's grip tightened on his Styrofoam cup of coffee. His back ached, spots rubbed raw from the bed of Shep's truck. His legs still shook and his knees kept locking up on him. He hadn't slept in well over twenty-four hours at this point. And all he really wanted? Was to go back to bed, smoke a blunt and fall asleep against Shep.

And maybe some hashbrowns.

But he was outta fucking luck on that score, so he leaned over the blueprints spread across a set of sawhorses. His vision blurred and he waved the others closer to help him figure this shit out so they could get on with this shindig. He took a sip of coffee and burned the roof of his mouth.

"Fuck me," he sputtered, coughing. What could make this day worse?

Rubbing his tongue across the scorched part of his mouth, he focused in on the blueprints.

"Naw, bro. Fuck all of us." Fetch swallowed.

Carefully sketched out before them were the dimensions for a pine box style coffin.

"This night just got interestin'." Dash whistled. "Alright, fellas. Let's do this."

     Shep cleared his throat, stepping forward. Pretty Boy's stomach tightened and he forced his eyes to stay on the blueprints. "Becoming a Horseman isn't a choice, it's a transformation. Who you are now—dies today. Grab a hammer."