What if bad guys ruled the world and the good guys were the outlaws?
This time the MCs are taking the war to the surface of Mars. No more shadows. No more hiding. The old laws—homosexuality is a death sentence, women are for breeding, and dark skinned-men are slaves—are going to be broken. But the Outlaw MC has a rat among them...
Torrin is a prospect. He didn’t have a big problem with the way Mars worked but that’s because he’s not just a prospective member. Torrin is also an undercover peacekeeper. His beliefs are thrown upside down because of one man, Mayhem. The Sergeant at Arms and explosive expert managed to break Torrin. Now, this formerly straight peacekeeper has to deal with the attraction sizzling between them and tell the club about his lies. The truth can hurt but for Torrin it may just get him killed.
And while Torrin sorts out his new feelings for loving another man, the club plans to take this war to the next step. Cup your junk, things are about to get explosive.
Be Warned: m/m sex, rimming, multiple partners
It was strange kissing a man. Even closing my eyes I could tell it wasn’t a woman. The stubble scratched at my freshly shaven skin. His lips were harder, more demanding as his tongue slid in. His hand shifted to the back of my head. He held me still as his mouth pillaged mine. There was no tenderness in the touch. Mayhem was pure, raw need.
He pulled away. “You’re going to follow me, Torrin. Right now.” He stood.
When he said my name, I shivered. Yeah, I stood. I’d given up my job, my livelihood, my life, to remain in this club. If Outlaw did kick me out, or kill me, at least I could deal with these feelings for Mayhem. He started walking down the hall and I followed. I knew what gay men did. I mean there was a seminar in school about what was considered homosexual and why it was illegal. Now, I wished I’d paid closer attention.
Mayhem stood at his bedroom door. “Inside. Now.”
I nodded and walked in. The room wasn’t big, enough to fit a two-person bed and a mirror over a dresser. The drawers were open. I could see socks and shirts hanging out of them. Neat, he wasn’t. Not that I cared. I think I was actually trying to stall. It made me clear my throat.
Mayhem closed the door. “You ever suck cock before, Torrin?”
I shook my head.
Mayhem grunted. “Good. You won’t have any bad habits. And you’ll learn faster what I like.” He pulled off his shirt.
I’d seen Mayhem shirtless before, but I was always trying to avoid staring at him. Now I looked at him openly. He was thick with muscle. Mayhem had eight pack abs and tan skin. His nipples were small or maybe it was because his pecs were so muscular. He had more tattoos than just the one on the back of his neck. Above his heart were the letters D and C. I knew they were for two club members who died because almost everyone had those marks and I had asked Prospect. They were script with the C coming dangerously close to his nipple. The word Outlaw was in bold, arching over his belly button. Underneath was MC of Mars. I reached out to touch him, feeling audacious and awkward at the same time.
Mayhem stepped back. “You take yours off first.”
I scoffed. “Okay.” Suddenly being shirtless with another man was a big deal. I peeled the black shirt off my torso and threw it on his bed. Mayhem eyed me. I was fit for the peacekeepers but also because I liked jogging. It helped me loosen up. What I wouldn’t give to loosen up right now.
Mayhem worked on his pants next. He pulled them down his legs slowly, revealing plain white boxers.
I never would have guessed he wore those. The material tented over his erection. Again, I was both nervous and curious.
“What are you thinking, Torrin?”
Honesty, I guess. “I’m thinking you like the same things I do.”
Mayhem pulled a cigar from the dresser beside him. “I like my cock sucked so deep I can feel your heart beat around me.”
Okay, I was sure pre-cum just surged out of my slit. I wanted to try that. For the first time, I wanted to try sucking dick.
“You all right with that?” He was smoking the cigar.
I’d missed him lighting it, busy staring between his legs. “I think so.” The cinnamon, woodsy smell filled the air.
“Take your pants off.”