CHAPTER 15

''Let me take care of you.'' Lawrence heatedly whispered, gently shoving the other man to the edge of the bed. He pushed him, making him lay down, with his legs spread, ''I need to take care of you like I should have been doing all this time."

Kneeling between Albert’s legs, he started to tease the slit of the man’s cock with the tip of his tongue, making him moan in delight. Arching his back, the baker pleaded for more, but the biker was going to take his sweet time. Lawrence started placing butterfly kisses along his hardened length, going up and down the underside repeatedly. He concentrated on the spot under the other’s glans until he couldn't take any longer, and impatient whimpers escaped his lips.

The first pearls of precum, Lawrence’s reward, started to appear at the tip, and he licked them up, moaning in appreciation, the man enjoyed the taste, sweet with a bitter note. That made things more exciting and tasty. For him, nothing compared to that, except the nectar of Albert’s lips, when the two of them kissed passionately.

After licking the tip clean, Lawrence answered the other's pleas, taking his throbbing and swollen cock into his mouth. He was enjoying every inch of it, as he lavished attention on it. His lips created a tight vacuum as he sucked, hollowing his cheeks, and he was able to relax his throat, advancing, until his nose touched the smooth skin on Albert's pubis.

Lawrence then caused his throat to convulse as he swallowed around the hard cock. Grabbing two fistfuls of sheets, the man on the bed bucked his hips in ecstasy and started to fuck the biker's mouth. The combined actions of his almost uncontrolled thrusting and the other man's sucking soon brought Albert to the edge.

With one last hard suck, he was immediately thrown over that edge, and he climaxed, spilling himself into his lover's mouth. Lawrence seemed almost grateful as he swallowed every drop of the warm cream, seductively licking his lips afterward. The happiness on Albert's face, the shine in his eyes, did things to the biker's heart. He then leaned over his partner, capturing his tempting, sinful mouth in a soul-searing kiss and sharing his flavor with him.

Without a word, Albert fully climbed onto the bed and got on all fours. It was an invitation the other man couldn't ignore. He joined his beloved on the bed, kissing, licking, and lightly biting the perfect globes of his ass. Lawrence sucked his fingers into his mouth, making sure they were soaking wet and started probing his pink hole with the tip of a finger, making it twitch. Reaching over to the nightstand, he grabbed the bottle of lube and flicked up the cap.

Pouring the cool liquid on the twitching hole, Lawrence worked in two and then three fingers. Curling one of those fingers, he brushed over that one particular spot, sending Albert shooting into a new high. Not wanting to prolong the agony of waiting any longer, the biker quickly finished working the other man open. Slathering his hard, almost painful cock with plenty of lube, he started pushing slowly into him.

A big smirk on his face, Lawrence slowly pulled back out almost to the tip. After only a couple of slow thrusts, the other started to move his hips, impaling himself even more on the biker's cock, taking it balls deep. Albert was incoherently begging the biker to claim what was rightfully his, to go rougher, go harder, to which the man happily obliged.

This was only their second time of being together, but that was Lawrence’s favorite part of being with Albert, the sensation of completion, the closeness, the sweet domination, and protectiveness at the same time. The thought that only he was able to fulfill the baker’s desires made the biker's heart swell with love and pride.

Pistoning hard into Albert's perfect ass, Lawrence leaned over his lover, kissing along his spine and murmuring sweet nothings into his ear. Reaching around, he slid his hand down the other's chest to the cock that was dripping precum again and started pumping.

As he pumped, Lawrence added a hard twist to the tip, and soon Albert was shooting his release onto the bed sheets. Seconds later, the biker, reacting to the walls of the baker's channel clenching around him, followed with his release. He spewed his hot, creamy cum deep inside his partner, feeling as if he wasn't ever going to stop. If he could have managed it, he never would.

Finally, exhausted, Lawrence collapsed on the bed next to Albert, pulling him with him and onto their sides. He never wanted to leave his body, but nature and gravity took control, and he slipped out. Some minutes later, still under the impression of the intense pleasure that had ripped through them, the two were looking into each other's eyes and saw their very souls reflected there.

“It was amazing.” Albert was the first who talked, closing the last inch of space between him and the other man. “It felt even greater than the first time, well I guess I was too tense to fully enjoy…you know…everything.”

“You are amazing.” Lawrence wrapped an arm around his lover, pulling him in a tight embrace. “To be honest, I was shocked you accepted my invitation and agreed with…everything that followed.” He tenderly kissed the sensual lips of the one in his arms. “I promise to take care of you in every way, for the rest of our lives together.”

“And I promise to do the same.” Albert looked into the biker’s eyes.“You are so different from Rick.” A long moment of silence followed his words, then he spoke again, his voice barely a whisper. “I figured out why I continued to stay with Rick, even after it became clear to me things could only get worse for me.”

“Shh, don’t do this to yourself, please.” Lawrence gently put a finger on his lover’s lips. “What’s in the past has to stay there, you don’t owe me any explanation.”

“I know, but I want to do this.” Albert’s reply came in the same whispered voice from earlier. “I want you to understand what really happened and why, and I also want to free myself from the chains holding me captive.”

“Go ahead, then.” Lawrence caressed the other man’s face. “I’ll listen to you and be there to hold you if the memories become too much.”

Albert swallowed hard a few times, then started to talk in a flat voice. “I was raised by who I thought was my mother. She was always super-protective of me, almost never allowing me to socialize with children my age. Brian was an exception, because the other kids kinda avoided him. You know, because of his eyes.” The last part was spoken in a half-sad, half-apologetic voice.

Lawrence nodded. “Yes, he told me. In a way, I can’t blame the lady for not letting you mingle with those children. They were bad company, anyway.”

“Maybe, I didn’t have the opportunity to find out.” Albert cleared his throat. “One day, when I came home from school, the woman who raised me was talking on the phone in a language I didn’t understand. I had a lot of homework, so I went straight into my room and started to write the essay for English class that was due the next day. I just finished it when she barged inside and told me to pack my things, because we were going to leave the house in a couple of hours and never come back.”

“Damn!” Lawrence balled his hands into fists. “Did she at least offer you any explanation? Did she tell you why that was necessary?”

“Yes, but that was four years later, when she was on her deathbed, in what both of us knew were her final moments.” Albert’s eyes filled with tears threatening to spill, his voice became heavy with sadness. “A few days after we moved out from Brian’s neighborhood, she asked me to call her Miss Julia instead of mom, which I did, although it hurt.I had no idea this was only the beginning. Every day that passed she became more and more distant, colder, yelled at me more often.”

“Damn woman!” Lawrence was making great efforts to keep his anger under control. “What made her change, and, if she wasn’t your mother, who was she?”

“My aunt, dad’s sister.” Albert’s voice became emotionless. “He was an accountant working for the Russian Mafia, who got greedy and took a few million dollars of their money. He thought the mobsters didn’t figure it out, but they did, and so dad and mom had to go in hiding. I was only two years old, so they gave me to my unmarried aunt Julia, who agreed to pass me off as her own son and raise me, thinking she’d get a part of the stolen money as reward for her efforts.”

“And?” Lawrence raised an eyebrow, curiosity dripping from his voice. “Why did she become distant, didn’t she get any money?”

“She did get a couple hundred thousand dollars, much less than what she thought she deserved for giving up on her life to raise a kid who wasn’t hers.” Albert took a sharp inhale and closed his eyes for a moment before continuing. “The rest of it went into a locked account in a bank in Switzerland. I was the only one who had access to it, on the day I turned twenty-one.” He stopped again for a few moments. “That day, the last of her life, my aunt told me how much she hates me for ruining her life and that she hoped the Bratva would get me before I turn twenty-one, so I can’t enjoy the fruits of her sacrifice.”

“How could she?” Lawrence wrapped the man next to him in a warm, compassionate gaze. “It wasn’t your fault, and, anyway, she shouldn’t have taken care of you just because your dad promised her a part of what he’d stolen. You were her nephew, it was her duty to protect you, as your only living relative.”

Albert seemed to ignore the biker’s words; once the memories flooded his mind, he couldn’t keep them at bay anymore. “It was after she died when I met Clayton, a lawyer who worked for Child Protective Services. I was seventeen, a year away from being of age, and he, who was twenty-eight, took me into his care. He, Brei-Ayn, and Michael were my family in every sense of the word, and stayed like that.”

“Thanks to all the gods for them.” Lawrence exclaimed in an enthusiastic voice, sighing in relief. “I’m happy you didn’t end up in an orphanage or foster home; from what I’ve heard from our residents who went through the system, both options were horrible.”

Albert nodded. “Clayton said the same, too. He pulled some strings and talked to some important people, and I was erased from the Children Protective Services’ database.” He reflected for a moment before continuing. “I think that’s why the Russian Mafia couldn’t find me for so many years.”

Lawrence thought for a bit before talking, and when he did, his words were carefully chosen. “So, your husband protected you all your life together, plus a few years before that, and, when he died, you didn’t feel safe anymore.”

“Exactly.” Albert’s reply came right away. “When Clayton died, all his friends turned their back on me and the kids, so I spent the next three years looking over my shoulder and trying to keep my children out of harm’s way. When Rick showed up in my life, I thought the gang would accept me like one of them, and, even when things got worse, I stayed, hoping the bikers would protect me.”

“I’ll do that.” Lawrence’s voice was a mix of warmth and solemnity, and it carried a promise the other man knew he'd keep at all costs. “I’ll stand between you, Chad, and Monica, and all those who want to harm you. I’ll fight and vanquish all the monsters, be them in human or otherworldly forms.”