Chapter ten

Sitting in church is painful when I know Nicky is in the building and I can’t go and see him right now.

“Booker, are you listening?” Kenny yells at me. Everyone’s eyes are on me. Fuck, what did I miss?

“Umm…”

“He was probably daydreaming about Nicky again,” Fizz helpfully supplies. “It’s his new hobby. That and leaving his bedroom door open in case Nicky happens to walk past.”

Okay, so he isn’t wrong, but he didn’t have to blast me like that.

Kenny just rolls his eyes.

“Think about Nicky later. Right now I need to think about Keith Ugart and the fact Michelle got a card from him yesterday.” He looks around the table, his mouth in a grim line. “It was hand delivered.”

Curse words start flying around. The fact we haven’t been able to track this cunt down is unsettling. Him knowing where Michelle lives is unacceptable. It also means that we go into code grey.

We take the law into our own hands and plant evidence on the fucker.

It’s usually pretty easy. We plant a stolen gun on him and call in the cops. He’s on probation and a felon, so he’ll go straight back to lock up and Michelle can carry on with her life. We will help her get set up somewhere new, if that’s what she wants.

“Where do you want us to start, Prez?” Mac calls out.

“Two people on her at all times. We need to find this fucker so we can give him a present for the cops.”

“We could ask Nicky to help?”

“Dude, you are so whipped, it ain't even funny anymore,” Buck says, shaking his head.

“This isn’t about being whipped, shit head. Nicky, does tech stuff remember? We could ask him to help.” I turn to Kenny, who seems to be thinking about it.

“We’ll have that as an option, but I want to do it our way first.” I zone out as he starts telling people when they need to take a shift. There was something there on his face when I suggested Nicky. There is a reason he’s not asking him.

I hang back as everyone leaves until it’s just me, Kenny, and Mac.

“He’s only been here four days, Booker. I’m not going to pull him into this and risk him getting scared and leaving.” Kenny says without me having to say anything. “He’s a flight risk anyway, what with him being a nomad and Reed being a shit to him.”

That shocks me. “What is Reed saying?”

“Passive aggressive comments, according to your mom. I’m gonna have a word with him today.”

I can’t help but sigh. “Yeah, okay, that’s fair. I really do think Nicky could help us, though.”

“I know, kid.”

Nodding goodbye, I decide to go find Nicky.

He’s not in the bar, kitchen, his room, or the offices. His bike is outside, so I know he’s here. I walk past the open door of the movie room.

“Oooooh, am I going to get a live sex show?” I hear Nicky say.

I don’t give a flying fuck what it says about me, but I made it crystal clear that Nicky is mine…or he will be. Everyone knows he is off limits, so what dickhead has a death wish? “I wanna see some hockey butts.”

What the fuck?

I stomp into the room and see him curled up on the plum purple couch looking at his phone. “What the fuck are you doing?”

The lust I see flare in his eyes better be for me.

He smirks. “I’m trying to convince two hockey players to show me their asses.” He looks back at his phone. “Booker-”

He scrambles to sit up when I snatch his phone from his grasp and look at the screen. Two hot shirtless guys in bed fill the screen.

The blonde one waves at me, which snaps me out of my shock.

“Hi, I’m Max and this is Bron. Are you Booker?”

Max. My insides slowly unknot themselves as I realize that this is Nicky’s best friend. The guy who he said is like a brother.

“I am,” I say, throwing myself onto the sofa next to Nicky. “Has he been talking about me?”

Nicky leans into me so he can get in the frame, his scent surrounding me, making me hard. Why do I always have to be wearing fucking jeans around this man? The next time I see him, I better be wearing sweats. Or nothing at all. Being naked around Nicky with an erection is the better option.

“Oh, he talks about you,” Bron says.

“Well, look at that. The connection is terrible. So sad. Love you, bye.” And he hits the red button.

“That is not fair. They were going to tell me things, and we were going to become besties.” I say, handing him back his phone. “Now I’ll never know how much you love my dick.”

Nicky looks up at me, still pressed into my side. “If only there was some other way you could find out.”

My breath catches in my throat.

He’s flirting with me.

“How much do-”

He cuts me off before I can finish. “I think about how you felt inside me every time I get myself off.” He brushes his lips against my cheek in the barest of kisses, before he moves to the other end of the sofa. “Want a game of Mario Kart before you go to work?”

I stare at him, my jaw dropped in shock.

“Are you hoping that if you have your mouth open in front of Nicky, he might decide to put his cock in it?” Rex says, sitting in between us. I didn’t even hear the fucker come in. Fizz and Echo sit on the burnt orange couch next to us. “If we’re having a Mario Kart tournament, I’m Yoshi.”

“I’m Luigi,” Nicky says

“I’m Mario.” I say mainly for Nicky’s benefit.

“Even in a game, you’re brothers that fuck,” Fizz snorts.

“We’re stepbrothers that fuck.”

Fizz ignores me. “I guess we have confirmation who the bottom is.” Fizz holds his hand up to me.

“I’m not high fiving that, asshole.”

“Have any of you guys hooked up with each other?” Nicky asks, looking directly at me. I kind of love that he’s the jealous type. Thinking about him being as possessive as I am is a total fucking turn on.

“I’ve fooled around with Buck a few times, but I think we all have,” Fizz shrugs.

“Nope.”

“Not me.”

“I haven’t.”

Fizz looks at us all in shock. “Seriously?”

“Looks like it’s just you, man.” Rex laughs.

We spend the next few hours playing Mario Kart, where I kick everyone’s asses. Including Nicky, who is surprisingly bad at this game.

“Dude, how are you so shit at this?” Rex asks Nicky as he starts to lap him.

“I can’t be perfect at everything,” He says, tongue peeping out in concentration as his bike careens off the rainbow bridge for the sixth time. “I would beat all of you at poker.”

“Strip poker?” I honestly can’t help myself. I can just imagine Nicky stripping for me.

“Your dick is going to fall off if you keep getting boners in those tight jeans.”

“Shut up, Fizz.”

“We could play strip poker, but it’ll be you who gets naked.” Nicky looks at me way too smugly for someone who just got hit by their own green shell.

I smile at him, and he practically melts the moment he notices my dimples. I forgot my secret weapon. “Finish the game and then I’m taking you to lunch. I only have one client today at two and Ophie and Chez are on walk in duty.”

“Okay,” and he turns back to finish the race.

I ignore the glances from my club brothers. I know that they support me. They support this thing I have going on with Nicky, but I also know that they’re worried about me getting my feelings hurt. Fizz has mentioned more than once that he thought insta love was only a thing in romance books. I’m not an idiot. I know this isn’t love. Yet. But I’m not going to deny it isn’t something. I can just feel it in my bones that Nicky is the man for me.

My bones are never wrong.

Our biggest issue is his worry about losing this new family. No way in hell am I going to minimize his feelings, but I can sure as fuck let him know that he isn’t going to lose any of us.

So I’m going to take him for lunch at the diner in town and make sure he knows that whatever happens between us, he will always have a family here.

And then, when he is ready, I’m going to let him fill my dimples with cum.

I will be the best boyfriend he’s ever had.