“Okay.” Slowly and painfully, I stand from the bed and walk toward him. “But, please don’t leave me in here long,” I plead as he helps me down to my knees to crawl in.

The room is no more than six feet wide. It’s dark, dirty and musty.

“As soon as we get rid of whoever is out there, we’ll be back,” he promises, closing the door. The darkness closes in on me, blanketing me in a new kind of hell. I hear the sound of him dragging the closet back into place and I sit and wait.

Wait for an unknown future.

Fourteen

Beau

I hear the shower turn on the following morning and I can’t help a groan from leaving my mouth.

Fuck, not again.

My cock stirs to life, images of her standing under the spray of my shower play out in my mind. My hand travels down my stomach and wraps around my now hard cock.

Jesus, I’m going to hell.

Deciding not to fight it like I’ve been trying to, I fist myself. Rough to begin with before loosening my grip and stroking my hand up and down my shaft. Ignoring my dry callused palm, I imagine what her grip would be like wrapped around me. Would it be soft and unsure? Or would it be firm and confident? I can almost sense it, the touch of her delicate fingers wrapped around me.

Resting back onto my pillow, I pick up my speed and imagine Kenzie in the shower. It doesn’t take long for my mind to put me in the bathroom with her.

She looks up as I walk into the bathroom, her body slick and wet.

“Join me,” she whispers as she squeezes a healthy dollop of soap into her hand, spreading it all over her tits.

Fuck me.

I strip out of my boxers and waste no time joining her under the spray of the water. My cock stands hard between us, throbbing in anticipation. She hands me the bottle and I squeeze the liquid in my palms.

“I’m really dirty, Beau. I need to be washed again.” She pushes her tits forward, an invitation for me to get to work.

I don’t need to be told twice. I reach forward and coat her tits in the soap. Her nipples pebble, the rose pink buds begging for my attention.

“Harder, Beau.” She moans my name and I comply, twisting and pulling her nipples between my thumb and finger.

Her hand glides down my body, her soft grip wrapping around my aching cock.

“I think you need to be cleaned.” Her grip tightens, and I jerk at the touch. “Do you need me to clean you, Beau?” She drops to her knees. I nod, words lost on me.

Her pink tongue flicks out and swipes at the tip, lapping up a small bead of pre-cum.

“Fuck, baby.” I moan. Her hot breath and wet tongue almost have me blowing my load right there.

“Put it in your mouth, darlin’.” I push my hips forward, needing more.

She doesn’t disappoint. Her mouth encases my length, her suction soft and gentle.

“Yes, suck it good, Kenz,” I encourage, pushing my cock to the back of her throat. She takes it all, her head bobbing up and down with wild abandon.

“Jesus, fuck.” My head falls back as she takes my balls in her hands, rolling them between her fingers. She knows exactly what I want. What I fucking need. My balls grow heavy and I know I’m about to fucking blow. She senses my impending explosion and picks up her pace. A low growl vibrates over my cock and it’s the catalyst to push me over the edge.

“Mackenzie!” I shout my release. My warm cum covers my hand, breaking my visual of Mackenzie on her knees and bringing me back to my room. Back to reality.

“Fuck.” I sigh, coming down. I slow my strokes, milking the last of my orgasm.

A bang from Mackenzie’s room has me stilling.

Fuck. Please don’t tell me she heard me. I listen carefully for more movement but don’t hear anything else. Pushing the thought out of my head, I reach for my shirt and clean myself up.

This is what it’s come to. Me jerking off every morning while she showers.

Yep, I’m fucking sad.

“Thank fuck you’re here, another minute of this daddy day-care bullshit and I was about to lose it.” Jesse stands when I walk into the clubhouse the following morning.

“Says the man who stole my daughter from my arms the minute I walked in,” Kadence quips, not letting Jesse play his bullshit.

“Whatever,” he dismisses and hands Low back to her.

“Where the fuck you been? And what the fuck happened to your face?” Nix walks out, coffee in hand.

“Slept in, and got in a disagreement,” I tell him the same thing I told Hunter and Kenzie as I follow him into church with the rest of the guys. This morning is our weekly club meet. I’m only five minutes late, but judging by everyone’s mood, I may as well have been an hour.

“You have an alarm clock, asshole?” Sy takes a seat in his chair next to me putting his own two cents in. Jesus Christ, what the fuck is up everyone’s ass today? If anyone has a pass to be pissed off, it’s me,

I screwed up last night. Lost my shit at Mackenzie, then told her everything I’ve been dreaming about doing to her since she came back to me. My tight grip on keeping everything platonic is slipping. I don’t know how much more I can keep denying this.

“You have a problem, Sy?” I force all thoughts of Mackenzie out of my head and give Sy the same attitude back.

“How about you both shut the hell up so we can get this shit over with,” Nix cuts off Sy’s reply and addresses the table.

“What’s gonna piss me off this week?” He starts the meeting like he always does, going around the table and checking in on the business side of things. Brooks runs the bar Fireside, Jesse runs the club, Liquid, and Sy mans and runs the tattoo shop, Ink Me.