Chapter 6

LUCKY

I punched my pillow several times. For the last three hours, all I could do was toss and turn, and no matter how I tried, sleep evaded me.

During my time in the Sandpit, sleep came easily to me. After a long day of flying a Black Hawk helicopter and dodging bullets, as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out for the count. Maybe that was what I needed now, more distractions, more things to do. Hopefully, the two extra shifts at the bike shop and the Bar and Grill was going to be a good thing for me.

It was a lot to take on, but I was eager to help around the club more. Booth had been great about letting me be an active member of the Souls while still active in the army. My brothers had been great about it, too, never once giving me shit about getting my cut of the businesses’ profits even though I was overseas most of the time. Once, I insisted that Booth stop paying me, but my pres said no. I was a patched member, and that was that. He understood I wasn’t ready to leave the force, and if I hadn’t been shot, I knew I would still be there. I loved serving my country, and it gave me the opportunity to fly some of the most technically advanced aircraft and get paid for it.

That was another thing that was keeping me awake. I had an idea for a new business for the club. For the longest time, I had wanted to open a flight school, helicopter flying lessons, to be exact, but not just lessons. We could expand it to include scenic flights and cargo hauling. The odds of it being a real money maker were good, really good. The only issue was going to be the start-up money. The club was doing well all around. Every one of the businesses was making better than great money, and if the financial reports from the dance school some of the ladies of the flock opened a few months back were anything to go by… things were definitely looking up. Hopefully, Booth would see it as a good thing and not hesitate to back me. With the sizeable chunk of start-up cash that I had saved already, it really was going to be a no-brainer for the club.

Then there was the issue of Ford and me. Jesus, having him in my arms again, kissing those sweet lips of his, and feeling the stubble on his face rough against my smooth skin again… Oh, goddamn, I am getting hard just thinking about it, I thought, moaning. I reached under the sheet and found my throbbing cock with beads of pre-cum already at the head. My penchant for sleeping naked had its advantages, like now. I wrapped my hand around my thick cock and stroked it from base to tip. Ford knew exactly how I liked it—slow, long, strong pulls—and he was the master at jerking me off. I threw my head back against the pillow as visions of Ford swallowing my cock, deep throating me, entered my mind, thrilling me as my hand worked up and down my shaft. My grip tightened with every thrust, imagining it was Ford’s mouth instead of my hand. My hand sped up and down, the cum that had leaked out acting as the perfect lubricant. That familiar tingle started in the base of my spine as my balls tightened, and two more pumps later, cum spewed from the slit at the top of my cock. My loud groan echoed around the dark room, and my breath came out in gasping pants, making me dizzy.

“Oh, fuck a duck!” I whispered with a groan. I had just made my life harder. A session of passion in the hallway, and I was royally fucked. How the hell could I go back to Ava now? Did I even want to with the shit from my parents and hers, plus that fight in the car? I was beginning to wonder if I even cared anymore that my parents wouldn’t be able to handle me being gay.

I wanted Ford—that much I already knew. How I was going to go about achieving that and not hurt people in the process wasn’t as clear. I reached for a tissue off the side table and wiped my hand and stomach. Ford used to lick—I halted the rest of that thought. First things first. Before I could pursue any kind of relationship with Ford, I had to settle things with Ava. Her attitude pissed me off, yeah, but she still deserved truth and respect from me.

Then look out, Ford. I’m coming for you, and then you will be my man.

That promise to myself was the last thing I remember before sleep finally claimed me.