Chapter 6

CHAPTER SIX

JOEY

"Hey, so I called your dad and he should be here any minute," Dolly says as he opens the blinds in his spare bedroom.

"Dude, I appreciate what.you did for me yesterday with Echo, but this has been the worst wake up call ever," I tell him before throwing the cover over my head. If I can't see the morning, it doesn't exist. I am so fucking smart. Who needs college?

Me, if I ever want to move to Portland and nab a husband.

The image of echo's face pops up in my mind's eye. Echo would make a wonderful husband. I wonder if he'd be into moving to the city. Surely he can do construction anywhere.

I snort at myself. One heavy make out section and I'm planning our future. Actually, what's so wrong with that? A little harmless daydreaming never hurt anyone.

Suddenly the apartment door is getting pounded so hard it would probably make me jealous if it wasn't for the fact that it's my dad doing the banging.

"Times up, Joey," Dolly says in a sickly sweet singsong voice from down the hall. I didn't even realise he left the room.

"Ugh, I'm coming," I call out loudly. I walk out into the living room and I have never seen my dad so out of place. He's dressed in his standard bike leathers Sitting on dollies white sofa got a happy doesn't stain the fucking thing I will never hear the end of it from dolly.

"Hi Dad, how's it going?" I say with forced cheer. I know Dolly has already told him about what happened last night. I'm just glad he waited till this morning to storm down here.

"Don't you fucking start, Joey. Why didn't you call me?"

My dad is angry. Murder rampage, kind of angry.

I slump on the sofa next to him. "I'm really sorry Dad, I should have told you it's just-" I pause, trying to think of how to work what I want to say next. I don't want to tell him about Echo because he will either scare him off or…well that's it, really. "A classmate saved me," I say, eventually.

"What classmate?"

"I'm not telling you his name." I cross my arms, realizing I probably look like a petulant teenager right now, but I don't care. He looks at me shrewdly "You have a crush on him."

Dolly snorts, which does not help.

I roll my eyes. Yep, definitely petulant teenager vibes today. "It's more than a crush, dad. I feel like I could have a proper relationship with him and I don't want you scaring him away."

"You telling me you getting kidnapped nearly didn't scare him off already?"

"I told him it was a carjacking gone wrong."

"And he believed that?"

"Not entirely, but he didn't question me. I smile. "He's coming by later on this afternoon to check on me. He wants me to stay with Dolly to make sure I'm safe.

My dad eyes Dolly "Yeah you're definitely safe with him Dolly." Remarks my dad "And it was definitely the Red Devils who did this?"

I nod. "Yep, the dumb fuck kept his cut on. What I don't understand is why there was only one?" My dad just hums unhelpfully before standing.

"I had a message two days ago from the Fallen gargoyles asking to talk about the Red Devil situation. I think it's time to sit up a meeting."

I try to keep my face neutral as the Fallen gargoyles are one of the few queer biker clubs on the west coast. I've always loved that about them.

"Can I come to the meeting?" I ask, hopefully.

My dad gives me another shrewd look. "Yeah, I think that will be a good idea. I'll let you know when it's set up."

I mentally high five myself.

"Thanks dad."

"I've got to be getting back, but you are going to tell me more about this classmate."

"I will give you all the deets soon," I bluff.

In all honesty, I don't know when I will tell him about Echo. I don't even know if Echo really wants me.

"We need to talk," Echo says, the second Dolly lets him into the apartment.

"This is my cue to leave," and with that Dolly walks out and shuts the door behind him. Echo looks as bewildered as I feel.

"I don't think he was wearing any shoes."

I just shrug. He zeros back in on me.

"Joey, we-" I don't give him the chance to say anything else because I drop to my knees in front of him and start undoing his belt. "What is going on?"

"I'm taking what I want. What we both want. Also, you're about to ask me some questions I can't answer right now, and I would like to avoid the awkwardness."

"So you don't actually want to be intimate with me." he grabs my wrists, stopping me from freeing his erection.

Because even though his voice is laced with hurt, he is as hard as a rock.

I stand up and press a barely there kiss to his lips. "I have been dreaming about this moment since the day I met you. The second I got home that day, I went to town on my cock, imagining all the things you would do to me, and all the ways I would make you come. I want this more than anything. You. I want all of you. I'm living for how chatty you are now, but I can't tell you what you want to know. Not yet. There is too much at stake."

He lets go of my hands, but doesn't go far. Echo wraps his hands around my waist and pulls me to his chest.

"You're making me break all of my rules."

"You love reading romance novels, right?" he cocks his head and I smirk. "I pay attention, Echo."

"You really do," he murmurs, leaning into my hair and inhaling. I don't care what anyone says. If a man as hot as Echo sniffs you, you're a lucky bastard.

"Trust me, Echo. Maybe this is our romance story."

He pulls back, looking for something in my eyes. "You want a happy ever after with me?"

"Only you." I drop to my knees for the second time tonight. "Let's start with you getting your happy ending. There will be plenty with me."

We could probably make our way to somewhere a little more comfortable, but I am too fucking impatient to taste him. The moment I free his cock, I am on him. I don't even give myself a chance to fully take in what he's packing. I wrap my lips around him and start sucking like his cock is a popsicle, and it's the middle of summer in Death Valley.

"Fucking hell. You look as good sucking me down as I imagined." That makes me preen a little. Okay, a fucking lot. He's imagined me giving him head.

I'm going to make sure it's the best he's ever had.

I lick, slurp, suck, drool all over his dick. With each passing second, his moans get louder and louder until he slides his fingers through my hair and grabs on to the strands and takes control. He pistons his hips in and out of my mouth, using me in the best way for a few minutes before he grunts loudly and cum is pouring from his tip, down my throat.

So fucking much. It spills from the corners of my mouth.

I go to wipe it away, but before I get the chance to, Echo is pulling me up and licking his own cum.

"I taste good mixed with you." he smiles.

"Handsome, you taste good every which way."

His smile gets even bigger. "My turn."

Before I even blink, he has dropped in front of me, grabbed my leaking erection from my sweat pants and is lapping at my pre-come. I try to hold back my orgasm, but I'm too het up. Echo doesn't get the chance to properly swallow me down before my orgasm is crashing over me and I squirt all over his face.

"Fuck, I want you to always look like this."

Echo snorts, licking at my cum wherever he can. "Maybe not in public, but whenever it's just us, I'll happy be decorated in your cum."

I want to bottle this. Not the cum...well, not just the cum. This moment. Me and Echo. He is such a perfect soul. I don't want my dad's club to take him away from me or taint him.

The thing is, I can't see any other outcome.