30. Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty

Sel did hold on, but that didn't help much. As soon as Indio was inside him, Sel let out a wail, but he did not whine. At least he'd kept that inside him, or he knew Indio would never let him forget.

That cock was big. Sel knew it would be a while before he grew used to it, but that didn't bother him. He knew at last that Indio was going to keep him. They'd be together a very, very long time.

When he was all the way inside Sel, he grunted a laugh and bit Sel's lip before he warned, "That was gentle compared to how I'm going to do it now. You okay with that? You want to holler out some kind of safeword?"

"No. If I want you to stop, I'll say stop. We'll get more technical when we want to. When we both want to."

Indio liked that. His smile was sweet. "Good. As long as you're okay. I really don't want to hurt you…much."

After that moment of sweetness, it became savage. Indio grabbed his wrists and held them to the pine needles and dirt while he started pounding into Sel like he was mechanic and not human.

Bam, bam, bam, his hips just pummeled him, and Indio felt his prostate jarred with each thrust. Indio's mouth quickly moved from biting at his lips to sucking and biting his throat, grunting and growling as he did. His breath wasn't even heavy yet, like banging into Sel wasn't wearing on him in the least.

He wasn't human. Sel knew that was the only explanation.

Sel was held down roughly, but he could handle it. Shit, he loved it. Indio showed him with every punch of his dick that he was strong, and maybe the man Sel needed most. Sel was a Carrillo and only the strongest of men and women could handle them. He'd seen that his entire life.

Indio flipped him over and brought up his hips, getting his cock back in quickly and taking a fistful of Sel's hair in his hand. "Scream for me. Scream like a fucking mountain lion getting fucked."

"Ahhhh fuck! Fuck me, Indio, fuck me, please, fuck me, oh god, yessssss!"

He screamed uncontrollably, with words at times and other times, with only sounds, and his voice rang out in the wilderness, likely scaring all the animals that were within a mile of them, much like they'd already scared the birds.

Sel had his hand in fists, but in those fists were more of those damn pine needles. He was going to have a thousand little holes in him when Indio got finished spreading that hole so open, he might fit a tree trunk inside him.

He felt teeth on his shoulder, a hand gripping his tiny waist, leaving bruising pinches where his grip tightened. There was nothing soft or gentle about the fuck, but it was them. If a fuck could represent people, that kind of rough, hard fuck did them.

Neither of them were soft people. Neither were raised to be soft people. Even as a child, Sel was smart enough to know what his family did for their money. He knew his father wasn't a normal kind of businessman.

Having a beautiful, strong man inside him, banging him with all his might, it fit the way he wanted to live. Never easy, never gentle, but full throttle, danger and adventure in every single day.

And if they did decide to try out BDSM, that would only add to the adventure, though Sel didn't know how well he'd truly do, obeying anyone. He'd done that all his life, wishing for the day when he could be the one that ruled.

Still, if it would be anyone he'd obey, it would be Indio. He was truly in love with the man. He'd known it the moment he knew Indio had killed to save his life.

Indio picked him up off the ground after taking out his cock and he was carried through the trees, even as they kissed furiously. He had hold of Indio's thick hair, but Indio didn't seem to notice, pushing through the branches, stepping over rocks until they were back at the picnic table and he was set on it, facing the road.

Indio was back inside him, and he started to slap the hell out of Sel's ass. The crack of his hand sounded loudly, but that was nothing compared to the sting of it.

That pain, damn, the guys were right. There was something about that bit of pain to make the sex hotter.

If he lived through the rest of the sex that day, he planned to tell them that.

The table was in need of more of the terrible hunter green paint, and all Sel could hope for was that he wouldn't come away with more splinters than he was poked with pine needles. Then he realized, as his prostate was being jarred all over again, that he really didn't care.

Indio slapped him again and again, and when he wasn't slapping him, both hands were on his hips, bringing Sel back to meet his thrusts. That only served to fill him deeper and harder. Sel was barely able to hold his head off the table, but he didn't want splinters in his cheeks.

"Gonna come yet? You better hurry! If I come first, you can suffer."

All he'd been waiting for was that, knowing he wouldn't be waiting for Indio to come. He let loose his orgasm, the one he'd been holding back through sheer will, and felt it blasting through him almost harder than Indio's massive dick.

He wanted to scream, but his air was cut off before his mouth could open to let out the noise. His head did fall to the table, and he didn't care. He felt so good, so in love, so satisfied in that moment, splinters would feel like kisses.

He got one more nasty slap to his ass once Indio was finished, and out of him. He sat on the bench while Sel was still catching his breath.

"How was that?"

Sel lifted his head and laughed breathily. "How was that? Are you kidding?"

"Not enough hate?"

Sel laughed and though it was hard for him, he moved down to the bench, but sitting wasn't an option. "Ow. Ow. My ass feels like chopped steak."

"You mean hamburger?"

"I know what hamburger is, Indio," he said while getting to his feet. "It's ground beef, but mine isn't quite ground. It's more chopped."

"Jesus."

Sel kissed him and then started to head back to get his clothes.

"Where the fuck are you going?"

Sel stopped and turned just his head. "I'm…naked. I was fetching my clothes."

"Not alone. Fuck! We're still in the wilderness!"

Indio scooped him off his feet again and carried him through the woods to the place where his clothes were scattered. "No alone. Not…not for a while."

Sel felt his love in that moment. Indio was right, he never had to say it. He showed it. "Thanks. I'll remember."

"Ass. Can't wait to jump into something dangerous again," he said as he set Sel down on his feet.

"That's why I started liking this dangerous biker."

He chuckled while Sel collected his clothes and Indio even helped him shake them out. In fact, he shook Sel's pants so hard his phone went flying. "Oh, shit," Sel yipped as he went to grab it. After looking at the screen, he saw he'd missed two calls from his uncle. "Dante called."

"Oh, good. This would be the time he'd tell you to dump me."

"I doubt it. You saved me." Sel called Dante and he answered on the second ring.

"Sel! Where have you been?"

"Went for a ride. What's up?"

"Alone?"

Rolling his eyes, he answered, "No. I repeat, what's up?"

"Come over here to the house. Not the trailer, to the house."

"Oh? Is it getting done?"

"You'll see. Get over here."

After ending the call, Sel whispered, "How fast can you drive that thing?"

After dressing and donning the helmet, Sel found out how fast Indio could go on the bike. He started out at eighty and got faster from there, but Sel didn't mind a bit. Never, even when he was in airplanes, had he ever felt more like he was flying.

The wind just shaped around him like a glove, the leather vest with the crazy Aztec mask against his cheek, and stray hairs from Indio's ponytail were ticking his face.

He thought he'd be terrified, riding that fast on something that could so easily crash, but Indio rode with such confidence, it spread to Sel and he knew instinctively he'd be okay.

But he wasn't just okay. He was free, and he was very much in love. The sex was great, but on the back of that bike was when he knew how he truly felt about Indio. He'd fallen uncontrollably in love with the man.

When they turned into the ranch, Sel felt almost sad. He liked them on their own, not constantly surrounded by people. And he felt Indio tense as well, as if he felt the same.

At the house, Sel got off the bike and Blaine ran over to him, giving him a quick hug. "Wait until you see it. It's so beautiful!"

"It's ready?"

"Oh there are a few details still to be finished, but it's almost ready." Blaine proffered a hand to Indio. "Good to see you! Please, come see my house."

Sel was walking behind a very excited Blaine and he was shocked stupid when Indio reached over and took his hand. Never in a million years did he expect that, but especially not in front of his uncles. Blaine turned to tell them something, and saw that, and Sel got more of a surprise when he gave Indio a little wink.

Dante couldn't stop staring at their clasped hands once they got to him. "Well, is this in lieu of talking to me about this?"

Indio's head rose and he said, "No, sir. I'm talking to you now."

Dante nodded once then met Sel's stare. "And…you're happy?"

"Uncle, I wouldn't be with him if I were anything less than happy."

"God, that's the damn truth. Well, Indio, he's your problem now, but you still have to tell his father, and his mother, and…of the two of them, I'm more afraid of the mother."

Indio looked at Sel. "Is she like you?"

"A lot worse. She's like my sister, and you'll have to get through her too. Antonia is very protective of me."

"Can I?"

"No, you're not changing your mind."

"Damn," he said, then laughed.

They took a tour of the scandi-style home and Sel fell in love with it. It was open, simple, but the woods and stones used in the construction and décor made it feel terribly posh.

The wood flooring in the main area encompassing the living, dining, and hall were diamonds of dark woods on light wood blocks. The walls were either rough stacked stones or panels of pinewood.

The sconces and hanging lights were equally as simple but elegant, hammered brass and dull silver. Up the open staircase of matching dark wood to the diamonds, the second-floor landing looked over the main room and foyer of the main level, then split into two directions where the bedrooms were.

The third floor was a finished attic with an open plan and windows on each gable that let in light and showed the gorgeous views that surrounded the home for miles. "This will be my home office," Dante bragged.

"Uncles, this is so beautiful. Four bedrooms?"

"One for us," Blaine said, grabbing Dante's hand. "Two for…well, hopefully for children and one spare for guests, but there will soon be a guest house behind us, and the compound will have several homes that will be for visiting guests."

"Kids. Uncle Blaine, you're going to be such a good dad."

Blaine blushed sweetly, and Indio's grip tightened. Sel thought for a minute it was the word, dad. He knew Indio's had been terrible, but when he looked up at Indio, he saw a smile.

Later, he asked him about it while they were on their way to the bunkhouse.

"I like seeing good people become dads. I don't think they're all shit just because mine was."

"I'm glad. My uncles will be great at it."

"They helped raise you, right? You turned out a little annoying, but pretty good."

Sel laughed as they slowly took the last curve in the road before the ranch proper. When they walked into the building, and saw everyone sitting around the dining hall like they'd all lost their puppies, Sel ran over to his friends. "What happened?"

"Are you serious?" Mal asked. "Don't you two, like…hate us?"

"Why would we hate you?"

Indio laughed. "Because I got all pissed off."

Travis stood up from the table and held out his hand. "We didn't mean to corner you, man."

"No, I appreciate it. I just got…well, I knew I liked this fuckhead, but I just couldn't admit it like…"

"We get it," Pappy said. "We've all been there. Sit, you two, and celebrate with us. Roland, Jace and Tango came by."

Sel waited and waited for what seemed like hours, but Binx shouted, "The feds ended their investigation, the construction has begun again and we have a set opening. Pride of next year!"

Sel started laughing and clapped his hands, hugging all his friends. "Why didn't Dante tell me? We were just there!"

Prince told him, "Duh, we wanted to tell you! So maybe you'd stop being mad at us, you know, if you were mad at us."

"You're all forgiven, not that I was mad."

The group celebrated, but it became a full celebration that weekend, as Dante and Blaine had Jace and the other managers go out to buy enough food and drinks to feed the army they currently had on the ranch.

Sel and Binx helped to plan, and Binx spent the two days left in that week making salads, sauces, cakes and candies for the weekend, Prince printed out the Carrillo Ranch logo, a C, and backward R to place all over between the streamers, and everyone pitched in one way or another.

The builders, ranch hands, visitors and all were headed there that Saturday while Sel got dressed in the farmhouse. He changed twice but didn't like anything he tried. Mal came to his room and knocked softly as he peeked in the door. "Sel?"

"Yeah, come in!"

Mal came through the door with a box, setting it on the bed as he said, "I brought you something, but first, I wanted to explain."

"Explain?"

Mal seemed timid, and that was a first. After licking his lips and staring at the ground, he said, "When Kirk and I first got together, I wasn't part of the club. I was basically an ol' man, like the ol' ladies. The women took me in right away, they helped me figure Kirk out a little and they also made me a part of them.

"They gave me something that…at first I resented. Then I learned a little about what it meant, and once I did, I wore it so proudly that I…anyway, I spoke to Indio, asking him if it was okay that I give this to you." He looked up, almost fearful. "You don't have to wear it around anyone here, maybe never at all, but if you do, it might be when you go to Aztecas club gatherings. I mean, even then, it's not required like the patches are for the members."

"Mal, just show me."

Snatching the box off the bed, he handed it over to Sel. "If you hate it, don't be mad at me, please."

"I could never be mad at you."

Sel set it back on the bed and took the top from the garment box. Under some thin tissue lay a leather vest, much like Mal, Kirk, Indio, and the other bikers wore.

He took it out from the paper and looked at the front, but there was nothing out of the ordinary there, just smooth black leather.

When he turned around to examine the back, however, there was a tiny patch at the very bottom of the vest.

It read, Property of Indio, Azteca Asesinos, President, Montana.

Sel felt his eyes tearing before he saw the blur of them and he turned to Mal just as they started to fall. "Mal…I love this."

"Really?" he asked as he exhaled his relief. "God, I thought you'd throw it in my face."

"Why? I am his, and, well, he doesn't like talking about it, but he's mine too."

"He's not getting one of these patches."

"I don't care. Mal, I love it. I really love it."

Mal kissed him on the cheek and left the room, leaving Sel to sit on the bed and stare at the patch.

It wasn't a promise ring, a wedding ring or even a collar, like a lot of the guys had, but it was something that told him, that told the world that he was definitely taken.

Indio came in without knocking, catching Sel crying. "What the fuck? You hate it."

"Happy tears, asshole," he said. "Try to take it, I dare you! I'll kick your ass."

Indio sat next to him, grabbing the vest from him. "This better warn the rest of these horny fucks to keep clear of you. You know…pretty soon, this land will be full of hot guys. If you want to…play around, let me know early on."

"You don't share, and neither do I. I don't want anyone else, Indio."

"Good. Keeps me from being the next serial killer."

Sel laughed and took the vest back from Indio, then got it on.

"Wait, no! Dante will see that and fit me for concrete boots."

"He will not." He thought about it a moment. "I won't let him see my back. You know…just in case."