What if bad guys ruled the world and the good guys were the outlaws?
The war on Mars is almost over. A small band of peacekeepers are hiding from the Outlaw MC. Grim has hidden his past from the club since he joined. He punishes himself for his old sins—no relationships, no friends, nothing but taking the government down. Then he meets a member’s brother.
Valentine just escaped from the prison on Earth. He’s too young for Grim but that doesn’t stop the pull between them. As the club hunts down the last of the peacekeepers, Grim and Valentine give in to their passion. It isn’t until after that the truth about Grim's past comes out.
Can lies be forgiven as the peace of Mars is shattered?
Be Warned: m/m sex, public exhibition, multiple partners
- Shirley W.
“Valentine. You’re naked on my bike.”
I froze. The darkness faded as I opened my eyes. I was actually confused at first. Where the fuck was I? Son of a bitch! Did I sleepwank again? I glanced down. Yeah, yeah I did. I was completely naked sitting astride Grim’s bike. The land was still dark around us.
“You awake now?”
My face heated as I unwrapped my fingers from my very erect shaft and used both hands to cover my junk. The bike was smooth and slick against my bare ass and balls. “Hey,” I muttered and hopped off the bike. I stepped behind it, securely hiding my nudity, before glancing at Grim. He was sitting up on the blanket with a bemused expression on his face.
“So you…masturbate in your sleep?”
I wanted to sink into the sand. This was one of those awkward moments that made me cringe and want to sink into the ground. “I…um…have a kind of condition. Trauma or something.”
He lifted a blond eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I just watched you stand up, take all your clothes off, straddle my bike and start pumping your dick.”
I flatted my lips together and then slowly nodded. “Yeah. I fucking sleepwank.”
A rumble of laughter drifted from Grim. It got louder. He doubled over.
“It’s not that funny.”
“You do this all the time?” He was smiling wide.
It was a nice look. “No.” I sighed. Well, I wanted to show him my dick anyway. I rounded the bike, still covering what dignity I had left and grabbed my shirt. I placed that over my lower portion and plopped down next to him. “If I go to bed horny sometimes my body just wakes up without me and…gets the job done.”
Grim started laughing again. So hard that tears sprang out of his eyes. He wiped them away quickly and cleared his throat.
Grim wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me next to him. “I wasn’t expecting to wake up to that.” He ran a hand over his face. “I thought you heard something then you started stripping.”
I leaned so I could get closer to him. The only thing keeping my dick from rubbing up against him was my shirt. “How long did you wait to wake me up?”
He winked. “Not long.”
“Yeah?” Fuck it. I went with ballsy again, since it paid off last time and shifted so I could straddle him. My dick lay against his torso, still hidden by the shirt. It was the last barrier between us. Well, that and his clothes. “You let me get on the bike so you must have waited quite a while.” I placed my hands on Grim’s wide chest.
“I like naked guys on my bike.”
“Is that so?” I asked as I closed the gap between us. I kissed him. Our tongues fought silently. “I want you, Grim.” I kissed his chin, my lips skimming along his hard jaw.
Grim slid his fingers into my hair and pulled until my neck was angled and I couldn’t touch him. “I haven’t had sex in a while either.”
“Grim, I’ve been in prison for five long, lonely years. I used my hand so much my fingers are permanently curved,” I joked.
He grunted then sighed. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“Oh, but what a death it’ll be.” A chant started in my head: blowjob, blowjob, blowjob. I was so damn excited!
Grim leaned forward and latched his lips onto my neck like a bloodsucking creature. He pulled the skin into his mouth, making it sting as he loosened his hand. “Get on the bike.”
I lifted a brow. “Yeah?”
“I told you I liked naked men on my bike. Now.” He kissed my chin. “Get.” A kiss to my lips. “Your ass.” A lick along my jaw. “On the bike.” He let me go.
I scrambled naked to my feet, my cock bobbing as I made my way to his bike. I bent more than I had to and straddled the bike. Then I watched as Grim stood. His body was so tall; lengthy torso, elongated legs. It made me dream about what else was long. I waited anxiously as he tugged his shirt off. The cool bike exterior pressed against my balls. His chest was gorgeous. All muscle and those blue eyes of his looked brighter in the darkness around him. He surprised me with a tattoo on his chest. It was an X below his right pec. The edges were curved in bold black that was outlined in red. He took a few steps toward me and then toed off his boots. I reached down to rub my dick, pulling the foreskin back and exposing the sensitive head to the night air. My piss slit was smeared with pre-cum from all the damn anticipation.
“This is such a bad idea,” he murmured as he shoved his pants down his legs.