Outlaw MC of Mars Read Free Page B

the past
try to control me anymore. Not with such an amazing future ahead. Outlaw walked
with me, sometimes behind, sometimes in front, but he never left my side. When we emerged from the prison a few hours later, I took note of how much the prison
changed. Big, bad monsters meet the President of the Outlaw MC … and run.
    At the entrance was a tent. It was
wedged between the large opening. The outer
lining was a waterproof material and sheer. I could see Reilly inside on his
back, dozing. There was a small fire in the courtyard and the smell of burning
wood wafted through the breeze.
    “Are you sleeping?” Outlaw asked as
he finally let go of my hand.
    Reilly jumped to his feet. “No.” He
stared at us through the sheer tent. “The tent is up. Fire is hot. I was
waiting for you guys.”
    Outlaw walked into the tent and
grabbed a handful of his black shirt. His smile was dark and menacing. “You
were playing with your dick weren’t you?” When Reilly blushed, Outlaw planted a
kiss on his lips. I think it went on longer than intended. Reilly had that
effect on us. A simple touch would turn into so much more. I watched as their
mouths opened against each other. There was a hint of tongue. Outlaw pulled
away. His gaze shifted to me. Outlaw winked. His smirk made the horror around
me fade away.
    “What are you thinking about?” he
asked, sounding genuinely curious.
    Reilly kissed down his tan neck.
    “I’m thinking … loving you guys was
the best decision of my life.”
    Reilly paused and glanced at me.
“That’s nice.”
    Outlaw smiled. The bags under his
eyes had diminished. His hair was still long but pulled back with a black tie.
Outlaw’s muscles bunched and flexed as he tugged the shirt over his head. The
fire crackled loudly, but it didn’t take
my attention away from the show. Outlaw removed his pants. Even in the limited light,
I could see his broad shoulders and hairy chest. His abs were dips and curves
made of pure muscle. The boxers he wore hugged his bulge and cupped his ass.
Wait … were those hearts? I squinted. It looked like the black fabric was
sprinkled with fire-colored hearts. I lifted an eyebrow.
    Outlaw sighed. “Reilly’s early
Christmas gift to me.”
    “I got a matching pair for you,” our
former prospect said eagerly.
    Oh good, because I was worried we
wouldn’t match. I kept the sarcastic comment to myself and enjoyed the way they
looked on Outlaw. Just as I got used to the idea of him in them, Reilly planted
kisses along Outlaw’s collarbone.
    “Take my boxers off … without your
hands,” Outlaw ordered.
    Reilly moaned. The sound was louder
in the silence around us.
    Earth. Prison. My gaze strayed to
the fence that kept my nightmares from turning in to reality.
    “Liam. My lover. Eyes on us.”
Outlaw’s brown irises were darker in the moonlight.
    I pushed fears aside and fought off
those memories. Reilly was on his knees in the sheer tent. A cool breeze blew
past me as I stood there looking in. Reilly ran his tongue around Outlaw’s
belly button, eliciting a groan from the big guy. He caught the rim of Outlaw’s
boxers between his teeth and eased downward. There’s nothing quite as sexy as
seeing a hard cock spring free. Outlaw’s erection bobbed as Reilly drew them down.
He let go and they fell to Outlaw’s ankles. His dick was thick. It jutted out from his body with a tip covered in wrinkled foreskin. It was pulled back slightly,
revealing a wet tip. The firelight behind gave them an artistic appearance.
    The dark, brooding Outlaw stood
naked with the blond, blue-eyed twink on his knees. The height difference was
extremely noticeable as was the age. Outlaw had lines at the corners of his
eyes and some around his handsome mouth. It showed his forty years. Reilly was
still fresh-faced, smooth skin, and showing his twenty years. I was closer to Outlaw, but Reilly never made our ages an
issue.
    I watched as the young man in
question took a lick of Outlaw’s shaft.