Chapter 15

I wake up,and I can't stop the smile from spreading across my face. Iggie's head is on my chest, his legs tangled with mine. I'm so glad he stayed the night. As I remember our night of passion, I shut my eyes and revel in the pure happiness this man embodies, easing me back into a peaceful slumber.

A while later, the need to pee forces me awake. I panic when I don't feel Iggie beside me. Reaching out, the bed is still warm, so he couldn't have left the bed that long ago. Where did he get off to? The sound of water turning on in the shower answers my question.

I slide out of bed and head to the bathroom. As soon as I open the door, I'm met with a wall of steam, and through the glass wall of the shower, I see Iggie. Wasting no time, I quickly relieve myself and hastily step in behind my man. He doesn't acknowledge me, so I decide to make sure he knows he's no longer alone. My arms encircle him from behind, and I press a tender kiss to his exposed shoulder, savoring the moment. "Morning, baby."

"Morning." He turns to face me and I lean down to press my lips to his.

"How do you feel this mornin'? I was a little rough with you last night," I ask, my words tinged with remorse as I remember how I treated him. I intended to be soft and slow with him, so he knew I'd never hurt him, but I lost myself in the moment.

"It was amazing. I'm a bit sore. But nothing that would deter me from doing it again," he teases, looking up at me as water beads on his thick lashes.

"I wanted to take it slow and show you I'm not that rough and violent man you saw in the alley. At least not with you."

"Steel. You don't have to prove that to me. I'm seeing it all on my own."

I crash my lips to his and kiss him like he's the oxygen I need to breathe.

He whimpers when I bite his bottom lip, and I smile into our kiss. Picking him up, I press him against the shower wall, forcing a gasp to leave him. I move one of my legs between his to help hold him up, positioning us so our cocks are at the same level.

Wrapping my hands around both, I squeeze them together and stroke, creating a pleasurable friction. Our eyes connect, and I maintain the contact, skillfully pleasuring both of us with every stroke. "Fuck," I whisper, enjoying how good we feel together.

"I'm gonna come, Steel," Iggie pants, his eyes closed and his head leaning back against the wall.

"I'm almost there, baby. Don't come. Not without me," I growl.

"Oh, God," he murmurs.

I pick up the pace, not wanting to push him over the edge without me, but also pushing toward my release. My hand moves up and down our shafts furiously and when I get to the tips, I swirl it around our crowns.

I groan, "Come, Iggie."

Like I hit the go button, he cries out, his body quivering as I continue to jerk him through it. The first wave of his cum barely coats my cock before my own is erupting, mixing with his. Thrusting my hips slightly, I shoot cum all over my hand and our dicks.

"I'm gonna need to nap for a while after this sleepover," Iggie teases, and I chuckle.

"You can nap in my bed while I'm in church. Shouldn't take long but I have to go. I can have Kiki bring some breakfast to the room for you."

"Can't I go to church with you or are you not ready for that step yet?" he asks, and I can see the hurt in his eyes, like I'm trying to keep him a secret.

"No, baby. It's not church like that. Church is what we call club meetings. They're for members only. Where we discuss business."

He covers his face with his hands. "Ugh, I'm such an idiot. I don't know any of these club terms. First the old ladies and now this."

"Hey." I pull his hands away from his face. "I think it's sexy that you don't know everything about my world. It means the world hasn't totally tainted you yet. It also means that you're still too good for me, but I'm goin' to keep you, anyway."

Leaving Iggie in the room in bed while I handle club business is maybe the stupidest thing I've done. I could be balls deep in his ass or have my mouth on his long, curved cock. Instead, I'm going to go hold church with my brothers about the run.

When I enter the main room of the clubhouse, I see Kiki sitting on the couch reading a book. "Hey, Kiki, any chance you wanna do me a huge favor?"

"Sure." She closes her book and looks up at me. "Not like I really have a choice though, Prez."

I glare at her cause she knows there's always a choice. While I expect her to tell me no if I ask too much of her, she also knows I respect her as a person. I'll always ask because I want her to know she has the right to say no.

Being a club whore isn't about just a warm hole to sink into. At least not for Hell's Mayhem. They do a service for the members of this club by choice, in exchange for protection. So, I want them all to know they have autonomy over their bodies. We don't force; we don't rape. It's about as lawful as we get.

"Can you take Iggie some breakfast? I don't want him wanderin' the clubhouse without me and we have church, so I don't have time to do it myself."

"I wonder what the two of you could've been doing that'd have you running short on time?" She playfully taps her finger on her chin like she's thinking.

"Smartass," I grumble as I turn to head back to the room we hold church in.

"You love me anyway!" she hollers to my back.

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"Shut the fuck up!"I bang my gavel on the table. These assholes have been chatty ever since they got in here and I got shit to do. My eyes meet Venom's and I nod, giving him the go-ahead to intervene.

"Next person who talks catches a bullet!" he shouts. The club quiets down. No one wants to deal with our enforcer and his brand of crazy. We voted him into the position for a reason.

"Alright, now that I got your attention, we need to talk about the Michaelov run. It was a fuckin' shit show from start to finish, and I'm not happy. Between the Hellhounds' interruption and Michaelov insisting we shorted him, it was a mess, plain and simple," I tell them, my eyes moving around the room, looking at each of them.

"Now, there ain't no way around it. We have a rat. If ya got any sense, you'll come clean now so we can shoot ya and be done with it. If not, when we find ya, and I promise we will, it will be a long and slow death."

"How do you know it's not that new piece of ass you shacked up with last night?" Combo calls from his seat in the back.

My temple pulses and my nostrils flare. How fucking dare he bring Ignatius into this. "You keep him fuckin' out of this. You damn well know that the run we did before this one was fucked, too. I didn't even know him yet."

"Sti—" He stops short of finishing the first word of whatever bullshit he was about to spew. Having the cold barrel of a gun pressed against your temple will do that to a man.

"I believe our president told you to keep his new friend out of this, Combo. Now, be a good boy and listen," Venom hisses.

Like the pussy he is, Combo shuts his mouth but huffs as he crosses his arms over his chest. "You'd be wise to heed Venom's warning. Next time you disrespect me, you'll pay for it. I'm still the goddamn president of this club." I wish he'd give me a reason to kick him out. He hasn't agreed with anything I've done since becoming president. Every chance he gets, he disagrees or votes against the rest of us just so we know he's not happy. He hates the male whores. And although he won"t say it out loud, he doesn"t like anyone who isn"t straight.

He"s older than most of us in the club and was a member before I was. He was even up for Prez alongside me. But I won the vote in a sweep and he's been a fuck ever since.

"Next order of business is gettin' the RPGs to Michaelov. I'll be choosin' a handful of men to make the drop and you won't know if ya ain't chosen. I'm not havin' another run fucked ten ways to Sunday by the Hellhounds."

"That's not how we do runs. It's club business and we should be able to know when shit happens. It's our money too!" Pepper shouts.

"I don't give a fuck if that's how we do business, usually. We're doin' this my way now ‘cause we have a fuckin' rat. Now, unless you wanna confess that it's you, Pepper, sit your ass down and let your officers handle this as we choose. This is a democracy for the most part, but not when it comes to the safety of our club and members. Not when it fucks with our money. Then this becomes a dictatorship and I am your fuckin' king, do you hear me?" I stand from the table, leaning on my hands so I hover over the top.

He looks sheepishly at the floor, not saying a word. "Now, unless anyone else wants to piss me off today, church is adjourned." I bang the gavel on the table before tossing it down roughly and storming toward the door. The fucking disrespect those two think they can show has me about at my limit. It"s time they realize I"m done with their shit.

Stopping short at the door, I turn back and whistle loudly, causing the room to go silent. "Pepper and Combo, since you think you can treat me like shit in church, forgetting that I'm president and will always do what is best for this club, you two can be on shit duty for the next month. The whores won't be cleaning the bathrooms. You two will. If ya got anything to say, you can take it up with Venom. I see a prospect cleaning the shitter, you'll be talking to Venom. Are we clear?" I don't let them answer, and instead, leave the room and head down the hall to where I know Iggie is waiting.

I throw open the door to my room and Iggie jumps, squealing as his eyes widen. "Shit, you scared me."

"Sorry, babe." I close the door and lean against it, releasing a sigh.

"Everything okay?"

"Church was rough. Not everyone in this club likes the choices I've made and how I've broadened our horizons. Pisses me off," I tell him.

"Like what?"

"Can't talk to you about club business, baby. But what I can say is that there are a few who aren't open to anything that ain't straight. Ya, feel me?" I tell him that bit, and that's as far as I'm willing to go. I may be the president, but I still have rules, and club business is club business.

"Well, I don't know much about motorcycle clubs, but I do know about not being accepted. I will say I'm kinda surprised that you have guys who are okay with you breaking laws but not liking men? Seems backward." He shrugs and I nod along with him because when you simplify it like that, it is pretty fucking stupid.

"It is what it is. I'm still their president and it was a majority rule so they can deal with it or get out. Now, did Kiki bring you something to eat?"

"Yeah, she did. Brought me pancakes, bacon, and eggs. We chatted while I ate. I like her a lot. She's fun," he tells me.

"Just what I need, you two becomin' pals." I roll my eyes. "Come on. I should get you home." I hold out my hand and he crosses the room, taking it.

I walk him outside, and once we"re inside my cage, I fire up the engine and pull out of the compound. The drive is silent minus the music coming from the radio. We hold hands and just enjoy the ride.

When I pull up in front of his house, I get out and hurry around to his side, opening his door. He gets out and promptly intertwines our hands as I walk him to his door. This is some eighties movie shit, and I kinda like it.

We're standing on his front steps and I'm fighting the urge to not throw him over my shoulder and drag him back to the clubhouse. I'm not ready to part from him yet. It's not healthy and I know that, but I can't help it. I never claimed to be sane.

"I had a good time, Steel. Thank you," he murmurs, turning to look at me.

"I did too. Thanks for agreein' to come with me and for stayin' the night." While this mushy shit ain't me, I know that if I want to keep Iggie, I'm going to have to not be so pushy.

I lean in and wrap my lips delicately around his bottom one.

Iggie pulls me close, his arms encircling me as he leans into my body. Losing the sense I had just two minutes ago, I break our kiss, drop to my knees in front of him, and grab his hands.

"Ignatius, I am utterly obsessed with you. While I'm not usually an askin' man, I'm tryin' to be for you. I want this, us, to be different. It's a little backward after last night, but I want you to be mine. Please, I'm on my knees beggin'. I'll treat you so good." I look up and he's smirking as he watches me through his thick-rimmed glasses.

"What's funny?" I growl, not liking that he's laughing when I'm pouring my soul out to him.

"I can't believe I have a big burly biker on his knees for me in front of my house." He chuckles.

I stand up, pushing him backward till his back hits his front door. "That doesn't answer my question, baby." I kiss his temple, his nose, his lips, and his neck.

"I'm yours," he whispers. "Please, don't hurt me, Steel."

"Oh, I'm goin' to hurt you, baby. But only in ways you'll like," I murmur as I crash my lips to his.