We entered The Burger Joint. Touching him in the elevator was unforgettable. I wanted to fuck him so hard and he wanted it too. But it was fun watching Shawn squirm. He was so close to coming—and so was I. Thank Christ, he didn't touch me over my pants in the elevator. One stroke and I would've unloaded inside my jeans.
I brought him into the MC and showed him around. Zane was at his usual spot by the bar, cleaning his guns. That man had an obsession. Maverick was behind the counter, pouring beers and mixing drinks.
There was way too many people to introduce Shawn to. I'd never brought a guy to the club before. Well I take that back. I'd brought plenty of guys to the MC before but not like this. Not in a situation where I needed to introduce him.
I put two fingers in my mouth and whistled. “Can I get everyone's attention?” Rowan looked up behind his glasses and Jasper woke up from sleeping on the pool table.
“I want to introduce you to my boyfriend, Shawn.”
Shawn looked at me with a shocked face and I smiled back. What are you thinking, Brendan? You just met him and already calling him your boyfriend. Have you even had a boyfriend before?
I told my subconscious to shut the fuck up. The guys all gave their version of hello to Shawn. Hammer came out from the back and nodded.
“Nice to meet you all,” Shawn said with a nervous smile.
“Want a drink?” I asked. I knew she wanted me to fuck him as soon as possible but I needed to tease him just a little bit longer.
Shawn grit his teeth and replied, “Sure, a drink sounds nice.”
“Maverick! Get me a beer and one for my man.”
We walked over and sat down at the bar next to Zane. “Don't you think those guns are clean enough?” I asked him.
Zane looked up with a blank face. “It don't matter. It helps me think.”
“What would you like to drink, Shawn?” Maverick asked.
I watched closely as he contemplated what to get. His nose scrunched up and looked so cute. I wanted to kiss him all over.
“Something dark if you have it.”
Maverick grinned. “We have more booze than a liquor store.”
“This place is really cool,” Shawn said. His hands moved up and down his thighs. He was playing hardball with me.
Two could play at that game. He thought I was some sort of gentleman—I was not.
I placed my hand on his thigh and ran it up slowly along the inside. He tensed up immediately and held his breath. He was mine to do with as I pleased.
“Here's your drinks,” Maverick said, setting down a dark brown glass in front of Shawn and a beer bottle in front of me. “You look familiar,” he said to Shawn, tapping his finger against his lip.
Shawn chuckled.
Maverick's eyes lit up. He realized it was from the strip club. “Brendan, you sick dog.”
I chuckled and took a swig of my beer while still teasing Shawn with my other hand.
He carefully sipped his drink without spilling any. “This tastes amazing,” he choked out.
Enough teasing. Anymore and I'd have to take him right here on the bar in front of everyone. The things I could do to that body. “Thanks for the drinks, Maverick. We're going upstairs.”
Maverick patted his large belly. “Don't have too much fun.”
I narrowed my eyes at him and Shawn waved. For hanging out with a bunch of criminals, he seemed to do a very good job. I brought him upstairs and to the room I used to sleep over when I had too much to drink—which was most nights.
The bed with its flannel sheets was unmade and dirty clothes were sprawled all over the floor. I didn't usually care what the men I brought home thought about me. But with Shawn I did. I quickly gathered my clothes into a pile and tossed them into a closet.
“This is nice,” Shawn said, running his fingertips across the dusty desk in the corner.
“It's just a place to crash after long nights.”
Shawn nodded and walked to me. “So am I your boyfriend now?”
I gulped. I was hoping he would have forgotten all about that. “I'm not sure. Do you want to be?”
“That's not what you said downstairs.” Shawn placed his hands on my chest.
My heart beat fast. “Will you be my old man, Shawn?”
He beamed up at me and smiled. “I assume that's the motorcycle club version of a boyfriend?”
I nodded and embraced him, trailing my kisses down his forehead and to his nose. The hardness in my pants grew. I kissed his lips lightly, pulling away before he could invade me with his tongue.
“You better fuck me now, Brendan. I won't take anymore of this teasing bullshit.”
I saluted him. “Yes, sir!”