The Prez (Devil’s Mayhem MC #3)

Chapter 16

CHAPTER 16

RAFAEL

My conversation with Pete runs through my head the whole way back to the clubhouse. I never would have guessed Christian was involved with anyone, let alone Pete. It shakes me that he didn’t think he could tell me about his relationship. He was my best friend. I hate that he was keeping something from me.

I don’t hold it against him, but it doesn’t stop the fissure from drifting into me, working on the frayed edges of my soul. I know Pete said they liked having the secret, but my brain doesn’t care about that. All it heard is I wasn’t trustworthy enough for the information. Like the two of them knew I was a failure and wouldn’t be able to handle keeping their secret.

When I pull up to the clubhouse, Jace is standing outside with a white guy with blond, almost white hair pulled into a bun on top of his head. He’s of middling height and build. He’s rubbing his hands together nervously, his eyes downcast as I park and dismount my bike.

Jace walks over, clapping hands with me. “Prez, this is Donovan. Donovan, this is Prez. ”

Donovan steps forward, holding his hand out to me and says in a deep voice with a slight country twang, “Nice to meet you, Prez.”

I look down at his hand with a raised eyebrow. After a few beats, he lowers his hand, looking up at Jace. My vice president just smirks.

“Listen here, Donny,” I say and grin when I see him bristle at the nickname. “You don’t talk to me, you don’t look at me, you don’t get in my way unless I tell you, understand?”

“I understand.”

“Didn’t I say don’t talk to me?” He looks at me in puzzlement, then lowers his gaze and nods.

I turn away from him and look at Jace, who has a wide grin on his face. This fucker is enjoying it. It’s been over a year since we’ve had a prospect. This will be fun. “Don’t make me regret this,” I tell Jace.

“You won’t.”

I take a few steps to the clubhouse, then I hear the prospect calling me. “Prez, if I can …”

Frowning, I turn around to see Donovan walking closer to me, head still down. I look at Jace, who reaches out to the new prospect to pull him back, but he shakes Jace off, glaring at him. “No, this is important.”

“Let him speak,” I say. “What is it, prospect? Your staying here depends on what you say, since you can’t follow simple instructions. Never had a prospect last less than five minutes, that’s for sure.”

He looks up at me, eyes hard. “Don’t call me Donny. My dad used to call me Donny when he was kicking my teeth in. I can take whatever you give me, but I don’t want to be reminded of that motherfucker. If you insist on it, I’ll walk.”

One thing I can understand is abusive fathers. Raul was a son of a bitch that loved to beat on my mother and he’d taunt her with every name in the book while he was abusing her .

I don’t like prospects, but I can respect not wanting memories of an abusive father. “You got it, Don. Now stop looking at me. You haven’t earned that right yet. Entendido?”

He looks over at Jace with a questioning look. “He’s asking if you understand, weirdo.”

“Oh.” He doesn’t speak again, he simply nods.

“Go clean a toilet or something. Jace, get him a prospect cut, yeah? You and Zeke get together and make a list of shit we need prospects to do. I’m sure it’s a fucking laundry list of shit that needs done.”

“On it, Prez.”

When I step into the clubhouse, I beeline to my enforcer who’s sitting at the bar talking to Reaper. They finish up their conversation and I motion for Zeke to follow me to my office.

“What’s up, Prez?” He sits on my couch, tossing his legs of the side as he leans back.

“Comfortable?” I ask sarcastically.

“Very.” To punctuate his point, he throws his arms behind his head and grins over at me.

“One of these days, Enforcer …”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re gonna sock me in the mouth. Fucking do it already or stop teasing me..” He winks at me. “You need me?”

I nod. “You and Shane. Think you two can keep Little Raf for a few hours tonight? I want to take Omari out.”

Zeke sits up quickly, eyes dancing. “No shit?”

“No shit. Can you or no?”

“Yeah. Fuck yeah. We love that little guy. And since Omari has worked his magic on him, he likes us a little bit too.” He tilts his head as he assesses me. “Where are you taking him?”

I shrug. I’ve never been on a date before, so I don’t know where I should take him. “I don’t know. Bowling or some shit? People still do that, right? ”

Zeke chuckles, but nods. “Didn’t think I’d ever see the day where you’re flustered. But yes, people still go bowling. Omari seems like the type that would like that. He’s super chill.”

“I know he is,” I snap.

My enforcer doesn’t care about my attitude. He simply smiles and pulls out his phone. “What time do you want us there?”

“Six.”

His fingers move across the keyboard as he nods. “Okay. I let Shane know. We’ll be there.”

Zeke leaves my office and I pretend to do work until it’s close to six. Instead of going home to shower, I go into my room here and pull out some clothes and hop in the shower quickly before I go home. If I get in the shower with Omari before our date, we’ll end up staying inside with him spread out on my bed while I worship his body.

I can’t keep my hands off him. He’s so fucking sexy. Everything about him from his soft, curly hair, deep brown eyes, smooth light brown skin and that fucking lush body. He’s fucking fire and he’s all fucking mine.

Once I’m dressed, I make my way home. I don’t see Zeke as I’m heading out, so he must be on his way to my place.

When I get home, I find Shane’s car in my driveway as well as Zeke’s bike parked at the curb. Brian’s bike is gone; he probably took off when Zeke arrived.

Little Raf’s happy squeal is the first thing I hear when I open the door and I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. I love that baby so much, it’s hard to contain it. He’s sanding out those rough, jagged edges of my soul that I fight to keep together. They’re not fixed by any means, but he makes it better.

Him and his nanny .

Omari looks up from the floor where he’s sitting with the baby and I’m pleased that he’s already dressed. “Hey, Raf. Your bodyguard told me to get dressed but not the baby.”

“I’m an enforcer, not his bodyguard,” Zeke says absently as he waves a bear over Little Raf, who is trying to reach for it, giggling and clapping.

Omari stands up and walks over to me, looking sexy as fuck in a graphic t-shirt and a pair of skin tight jeans that show me every line and curve of his body. I can’t wait to peel them off him tonight.

He steps into my arms and hugs me tight. When I bend to kiss his cheek, he whispers, “Are you okay?”

A shudder runs through my body at his perceptiveness. I am, and I’m not. I’m happy to be home with him and Little Raf, but I’m still raw from finding out about Pete and Christian, feeling like I failed them both.

Leaning to his ear, I whisper, “I am now. Thank you.”

He pulls away and smiles at me, his eyes crinkling at the edges. “You’re welcome. Now, where are we going?”

“On a date.” I kiss him gently. “Is there anything you need?”

“To get some kisses from my big man before we leave him.” Omari skips over to where the baby is lying on the floor and scoops him up. “We’ll be back soon, okay?” he asks Little Raf like he’ll answer him back. He brings Little Raf over to me so I can kiss the top of his head, right over the hair that hangs in his face.

“He might need a haircut soon,” I say off handedly.

“Not until he’s one,” Omari says. “It’s bad luck to cut their hair before then.” I raise an eyebrow and Omari laughs. “What? It is. That’s what my mother used to say, anyway.” He kisses Little Raf on the cheek and hands him to Shane, who stands from the couch. “I have all of his things?— ”

“In the bag,” Shane finishes with a good-natured smile. “You told us several times. I know he has an allergy, so I’ll only feed him what you set aside. I promise he’ll be fine, Omari.”

The tightness around Omari’s eyes says the opposite of what comes out of his mouth. “I know. I’m worried, but I trust you guys.”

I walk up behind Omari, wrapping an arm around his waist. “Zeke may fuck off at the clubhouse, but he’s responsible. And Shane makes sure he doesn’t do dumb shit, precioso. Don’t worry.”

Zeke smiles while Shane scowls at me. “Can you not talk about my man like I’m not here,” Shane jokes, nuzzling the baby.

“It’s cool,” Zeke says, standing from the floor. He takes Little Raf from Shane and tosses him a few inches into the air. Omari jerks like he wants to stop him, but I hold him back.

“Let him have fun. Little Raf likes it,” I whisper in Omari’s ear. It’s true. Little Raf squeals and laughs, the squeals getting higher in pitch every time Zeke tosses him in the air.

He sighs and nods. “I know. I’m just overprotective of him. I’m going to be a mess when he goes to school.”

My heart skips a beat. Little Raf isn’t even one yet and Omari is already planning on being around for years in the future. God, I hope when he hears about my faults he’ll want to stick around. Omari is mine and I won’t let him get away. I’ll just have to promise him that I’ll do better and work at not being such a fucking failure.

Threading my fingers through his, I pull Omari through the house to the garage, even though he drags his feet as he gives Shane and Zeke more instructions.

“Can you take the car seat out?” I ask .

Omari sighs and nods, quickly removing the car seat and putting it on the table next to my tools. “Are we using the backseat?” he asks, then his eyes flash.

I chuckle, helping him into the passenger seat. “No, you horn dog.” Omari pouts and I step into him, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth. He moans softly, holding on to my shoulders. “It’s in case Shane and Zeke want to take Little Raf to the store or something.”

I’m surprised Omari doesn’t pepper me with questions as I drive. He sits quietly, looking out the window. “I didn’t think you knew how to drive,” he quips, a smile tipping his lips.

“I need groceries and other shit my bike can’t hold, Mari.”

He shrugs. “That makes sense. Still thought you’d be a terrible driver.” I laugh, shaking my head.

“Well, I’m not. Don’t mean to disappoint.”

Omari sighs dramatically. “I guess you really are just good at everything.” He turns to me and winks.

My stomach does a flip. He doesn’t know my past, or he wouldn’t be saying that.

We pull up outside of the bowling alley and Omari smiles. “I haven’t been bowling in ages. What about you?”

“I’ve never been.”

He whips his head over to me. “Never? Really?” He looks at me quizzically. “Why?”

Running a hand through my hair, I shift to look at him. I decide for honesty. “We didn’t have enough money to do things like that in Cuba. When I came to the states, I spent a lot of time going to school and working, trying to save money so I could get on my feet and get Elena. When I joined the MC, I didn’t have the time or the urge.”

Omari’s look of sympathy is replaced with excitement. “I can teach you. We’ll have a good time. Ready? ”

His excitement is infectious. “I’m ready, beautiful.” I love the faint blush that appears on Omari’s face at the compliment.

When we step inside the bowling alley, the attendant does a double take when he sees me. He swallows roughly, looking at the tattoos on my hands and my cut. I probably should have left it at home, but whatever.

Swallowing roughly, he asks, “H-h-how can I help you?”

Omari steps around me, putting his hand on my chest to stop me approaching the counter and scaring the attendant more. “We need shoes,” he says. “Size nine for me, size thirteen for him.”

The attendant scurries back to get the shoes, handing them to me quickly. “Here ya go, sir,” he says, voice trembling. “If you need anything else, just … ask.”

We walk away, Omari shaking his head. “Is this whole town scared of you?”

I laugh, pulling him in and kissing his curls. I glance back at the attendant, whose mouth is gaped open. As I look at him, I kiss Omari’s head again, daring him to say something. He looks down quickly, knocking shoes off the counter as he pretends he wasn’t staring.

“No,” I say to Omari. “Because you’re in this town and you aren’t afraid of me. My brothers aren’t either.”

He chuckles. “Of course they’re not. They know you. And I’m not because you’re not as scary as you think you are.” Omari stands on his tip toes and kisses my lips. Then he steps back, eyes wide. “Shit, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what? Kissing me?” He nods. “There’s nothing to be sorry for. I want you to kiss me.” I drag him back and kiss him thoroughly.

He giggles when I pull away. When I look around, I see almost everyone looking over at us. Some women who I recognize from the clubhouse have wide eyed expressions while others show a mix of shock, intrigue, and disgust. “You got a problem?” I ask a doughy man with his lip curled up as he openly stares. He quickly fixes his expression and shakes his head, going back to his family time, the look of fear prominent on his face.

“Don’t worry about the locals,” Omari says, patting my chest before we sit down and put on our shoes. “They stare, but don’t say shit. There are a lot of LGBTQ folks around here. Especially with the college right down the street.”

I’m not ashamed of being with Omari. He’s mine and I’ll let the world know. After what Pete said, I don’t want to live with the regret of not showing the world who he belongs to.

Omari sets everything up on the screen for us to start bowling. We collect balls and he waves for me to go first. “Show me?” I ask, sticking my fingers in the ball and testing its heft.

He nods and grabs his ball. Omari holds the ball level in front of him, then throws his arms back and rolls the ball down the lane. He knocks down eight pins and claps like he just won a prize. When the fallen pins are collected and the ones still standing are lowered again, he knocks down the last two pins. “There. You got it?”

“I got it,” I say, smirking at his exuberance.

Bowling is easy, but hard. I can get the ball down the lane, but I can’t keep it in the middle. I get more gutter balls than anything else. Omari beats me in all three games we bowl.

“That was fun,” Omari says, sitting down beside me as we change our shoes. “Thank you for this. You know, I love Little Raf, but it’s nice to be out with an adult.”

“I had a good time too. I didn’t think bowling would be so hard.”

Omari collects my shoes and chuckles. “You did well for your first time, baby. Next time, I’m sure you’ll even score in the fifties.” I give him a dry look, making him laugh harder .

I throw my arm over his shoulder and we head out after dropping off the bowling shoes.

When we get to my blacked-out SUV that’s parked in the back of the lot, Omari pushes me against the door, pulls me down by my neck and ravages my mouth. I groan at the feel of him, wrapping my arms around him and planting both hands on his ass.

Omari whimpers in my mouth, gripping my shoulders hard. “I’ve wanted to do that all night,” he says. “You look so fucking hot when you’re happy.” He takes my mouth once more in a greedy kiss. “I fucking love you, Rafael.”

I pause, my mouth going slack. No one has told me they loved me. I’ve been with countless women over the years, but never allowed them to get close to me, for fear that they’d know what kind of fuck up I am.

I love Omari, more than my next breath, but I can’t tell him. Not until he knows everything.

Omari covers my mouth with his hand before I can say anything. “Don’t. Don’t say it until you want to. I was just … tired of holding it in. But I know you do, even if you can’t say it. You show me. You show me in the way you look at me, in the way you touch me, in the way you talk to me. You show me, Raf.” He plants a soft kiss on my lips. “Show me now.”

I look down at him, taking in his shy vulnerability. He’s fucking stunning, his cheeks pink, his lips swollen from my kisses, his heart racing from what I do to him.

Reaching into my pocket, I pull out the keys to the car and unlock it. I’m thankful for the heavy tint now more than ever. “Inside, baby. I’ll show you anything you want.”

He climbs in the backseat and I follow him in. Omari straddles my lap and plants his lips on mine almost immediately. He rolls his hips, grinding against my already hard cock.

I dig my fingers into his curls and pull him back. “I want to rip these fucking pants off you and bury myself to the hilt.”

“Then do it,” he says breathily, kissing me along the cheeks, jaw, and neck. “Do it now. God, I want you.”

Though it’s not easy, I peel Omari’s tight pants off, groaning when I spot his sexy purple thong cupping his cock and balls. I don’t immediately peel it off, touching the soft globes of his ass. “Dios, precioso. You wore these just for me?” He nods shyly, pushing back into my hands. I pull them to the side, rubbing over his sensitive hole until he curses and begs me to give him my cock.

I pull my wallet out and remove the lube packet I’ve taken to carrying around now that I’m with Omari. After I pull my pants down to my ankles, I bite open the lube packet and coat my fingers.

Quickly, I stretch Omari, opening him up while I kiss him greedily. He moans and whimpers in my mouth, tangling his tongue with mine as I finger him. I brush my fingers over his prostate, teasing him while I glide my tongue over his.

“Now,” he whispers after kissing me deeply. “Raf, I want you to fuck me now. I’m ready.”

Giving him one more kiss, I grab the packet and squeeze the rest of the lube in my hand, slicking up my dick. “I’m sorry about this, baby,” I whisper just before I rip his thong from his body. I toss the remnants into the front seat so I can retrieve them later. A reminder of our first date and the first time Omari told me he loves me.

He chuckles huskily. “I can afford to buy more. My boss pays me well.” I grin at him, place my cock to his hole and press inside.

Omari throws his head back and moans, cursing low and long. “Yes, baby. Fuck me.”

“No, precioso. I’m going to show you how I feel about you. ”

Yeah, we’re in the back of a car where I can’t worship his body like I want or touch him everywhere, but this is what we have. I can make it good for him, even like this.

Gripping his ass, I raise and lower him on my length slowly, watching how his eyes flutter as he absorbs my strokes. Over and over, I move him up and down as I circle my hips.

“Fuck, beautiful. I love how you feel around me.” Omari meets my gaze, whimpering softly. “I love touching you.” I roam my hands over him, clutching and kneading his flesh. His soft belly rubbing against mine turns me on, his supple body feeling so good in my arms.

I rest my head on his shoulder, feeling too close to the edge. Omari takes over, riding me as slowly as I was moving him, rocking into me as he holds me close. “Yes, Raf. I love you. I love you so much. Oh God. You make me feel … so fucking good.”

I raise my head from his shoulder and he kisses me hard. Omari wraps his arms around my neck and holds on tight as I devour his mouth hungrily. His moans drift into my mouth and I swallow the sound, storing them away for when he inevitably leaves me.

I push that thought away. I can dwell on that later. Right now, I want to be enveloped in the heat of Omari’s ass, in the strength of his hold, in the conviction of his love. Fuck, how did I get so fucking lucky?

Reaching between us, I grasp Omari’s cock and stroke it slowly. He leans back, biting his bottom lips as he rides my dick at the same speed I’m stroking him. I lean forward, licking the column of his throat. I repeat the motion, biting and nibbling the skin. He’ll be marked everywhere when I’m done with him. His throat will be a constellation of my love.

When I thrust up, Omari slams down and moans loudly. I chuckle into the skin of his neck. “Oh, yeah. I hit that special spot, huh, baby?” I ask through gritted teeth, trying to hold off my orgasm.

“Yes,” Omari croaks, looking at me with lust filled eyes. “Jerk me faster, baby. I’m close.”

My hand tightens on his cock and I pick up the pace, holding Omari’s hip in a tight grasp as I thrust into him. Omari’s babbling fills the car. That coupled with the smell of sex that surrounding us and my orgasm is so close, I can taste it.

“Come for me, precioso. Come on my dick so I can breed this pretty ass.”

Cursing loud enough for the whole bowling alley to hear, Omari explodes, the hot eruption of his body coating my fist. I stroke every last drop from him, feeling the contractions of his hole around my shaft.

He collapses on me when he’s drained, breathing heavily. “Use my hole, Raf,” he slurs in a sex drunk voice. “Come inside me. I need to feel you.”

Growling, I grip his juicy ass and hold him still as I thrust up into him in deep, rapid strokes. He cries out, his prostate oversensitive but I don’t need much. His declaration of love had my balls tight to my body. I’ve been fighting to make sure he came first since I breached him.

Harder and harder I pound into him, holding his ass in a firm grip so I can use him. Omari suckles at my neck and I see fucking stars. My orgasm crashes through me like a freight train, shooting out of me without warning. My vision fuzzes out as I grunt loudly, a tumble of words in English and Spanish spilling out of me.

Once I come down, Omari’s lips land on mine, kissing me lazily. I’m not sure how long we sit like that, my half hard cock twitching inside him as his cum dries against our bellies.

When Omari drags his mouth from mine, he places his forehead against mine and breathes shakily. A smile spreads across his face. “You have a way of showing me how you feel, that’s for sure.”

I laugh, then kiss him hard, hoping my kisses contain all my love for him that I can’t say out loud.