Outlaw MC of Mars, Page 2

  I don’t know how long I was in that cell. I fell asleep and when I woke up, my stomach was growling on empty. My bladder was full, but I had no energy to piss. The wound on my face stopped bleeding, but there was a pool of drying blood under my head. Was I dying? That’d be a fucking sin. Surviving the trip to Earth, surviving the beast only to die from blood loss. I scoffed. It sent shards of anguish through my body. I opened my eyes. Had the smell down here gotten worse? My nose scrunched up in revulsion. I was still in the cell. What the hell was that awful racket? There was yelling, screaming, chanting. I must be delusional.

  Footsteps.

  “Here,” I muttered weakly. Even lifting my head was a chore I couldn’t complete. “Here.” My lips were cracked and my throat terribly dry.

  “I told you this is where they put him,” someone was saying.

  “The beast killer,” a deeper voice replied.

  “Should we let him out?” the first guy asked.

  Yes, yes they should. Let me out. Get me patched and wait for the love of my life to show up and save the day.

  “The guards are gone. We ain’t got much food.” They were quiet a long time. I tried to move but couldn’t. Even my voice was raspy and hard to hear over the roars of the beasts in the other cells. “Nah, leave him here to rot.”

  No. I’m alive. I’m awake. I’m right fucking here. The light over my head blinked out. Darkness. So much blackness I couldn’t see the blood beside my face. They left me here with the hungry beasts to die. My willpower was unfailing, but my body had taken too much of the toll. I curled my legs up as best I could. The darkness held terrifying noises. A deep breath. A slither of tentacle. I had visions of one slimy limb sliding into the cell and wrapping around me until it crushed every bone in my body.

  And there I waited. It’s not like I had a choice. After a while, the only noise was my stomach demanding food. There were no more footsteps. No more life. Even the beasts had quieted down. This was it. Outlaw would come to Earth and find a broken man on the edge of death. I closed my eyes and cried. The tears were few. They washed the blood and dirt from my face in thin streaks. I passed out. Hours. Days. I don’t know how long. I was starving, hurting, dying. I just had to survive a little longer. Outlaw was coming. I had to keep breathing for a few more days. When I peeled my eyelids open, I’d stare out into darkness. Nothing. No one. I was so fucking alone. It hurt too much to stay awake. I closed my eyes.

  “Liam.”

  The voice was a mere whisper. After such a long time in the silence, I thought maybe I imagined it. Then someone was moving me. Pushing me onto my back. The pain was so intense that I forgot how to breathe. It made me open my eyes, though. Only a sliver because my head hurt too much. All my energy went into that single motion and I found a pair of striking brown eyes staring back. I knew those eyes. “Outlaw.” I couldn’t talk much. The word was a feeble sound, but he pulled me to him. At least I’d get to die in Knox’s arms. My outlaw. My love. The man that never gave up. I inhaled sharply and the darkness of death pulled me from his grasp.

  “Liam.”

  “Liam.”

  I jerked awake liked I’d been shot. My whole body shoved upward in the seat. The dream fell away slowly. There was no darkness here. Light, lots of light. I stared into Reilly’s eyes. “What?”

  “We’re here.”

  Oh. Well, fuck. Reilly wrapped around me from behind when I stood. His arms hung low, his hands rested below my belly button. I savored his touch as the ramp opened, slowly lowering to the ground. It was the beginning of winter on Earth. The breeze that drifted in was cold but fresh. I inhaled deeply. Not all things on Earth were bad. Maybe I had to try to focus on that instead of the bloody events. The oxygen wasn’t run through filters or generators like on Mars. It was amazing to just breathe in. The smell was subtle, like pine and fresh dirt. It was brown here, by the way. Not red like on our planet.

  The ramp touched down. “You ready?”

  “Nope,” I mumbled but followed Outlaw down the ramp anyway. Reilly clung to me like a fucking annoying flea. I loved him for it. The prison looked as it always did. A large, high fence around a cave opening. That hole led to stairs, cells, memories. This flat area was where the ships landed, bringing more unfortunate souls. There was a single boulder. Nothing more. I watched the entrance, flinching as the wind pelted me with soft dirt. There was nothing in there. There were no beasts. Valentine had let them go into the world before he returned to Mars. Oh, they were out there but behind a sturdy fence. I doubt they’d remember I killed one of them anyway.

  “Okay?” Outlaw glanced at me.

  I gave a nod. My voice didn’t seem to work at the moment.

  “We’re going to walk through that prison while Reilly sets up a few things.”

  I swallowed hard. Back into the prison? Reilly let go of me. He kissed my cheek and then ruffled some stray sand out of his hair. Outlaw reached out and I grasped his hand. We walked to the entrance where piles of dirt were beginning to form. I wondered if, in a few years, the entrance would be hidden, reclaimed by nature. Outlaw took the first step inside and tugged me along with him.

  I was back in the place of my nightmares. Only this time, there would be no running.

  Chapter Four

  The prison was remarkably … empty. Prisoners were cleared out when I was rescued, all returning to Mars. Cells were vacant. Rain had seeped into the lower levels and filled the mines, forming an underground lake. If we’d still been here, a lot of prisoners would have drowned. The meal room was turned over chairs and tables. Nothing stirred. No evil force reached out the grab me. It was surreal and yet it helped. Truly it did. Those phantom creatures in my dreams had no hold. This prison was void of life and I vowed to forget them. It would take time, but I wouldn’t let 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 form
er 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 into 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. Well, there goes the comfortable pants. My cock had been growing, but now it felt squished in the crotch area. I opened the buttons, giving my precious appendage room to breathe. But I didn’t take him out.

  Outlaw groaned deep and short. Reilly was teasing him. A lick at his slit, tongue probing his foreskin, and a kiss to Outlaw’s balls.

  I peeled off my shirt and being shirtless made me pause. That was what we wore in prison. Only pants. That’s how I was when they left me in that cell. A shiver ran up my spine.

  “Liam.” Outlaw was in front of me but still inside the tent. I think he did that on purpose. It made me feel alone and yet, not isolated. “Liam,” he said more firmly.

  I jerked my gaze to him.

  “Don’t fucking zone out on me.”

  I nodded.

  “I mean it.” He lifted his hand, splaying his fingers wide.

  I did the same. Only the thin tent separated us. I took a deep breath. That’s when I noticed Reilly. He was on his knees beside Outlaw. His blue eyes were wide with concern. “I love you both. Very much.” I’d never spoken truer words.

  Outlaw’s hard expression softened. “Then take your clothes off for us.”

  I felt vulnerable already out here at the prison entrance but when Outlaw gave an order, he expected it to be followed. Either as his boyfriend or as a member of the club. Besides, I knew we were here for my benefit. I tugged on my pants, sending them to the floor. Then came my plain gray boxers. My cock slipped out at half-mast.

  “Reilly, make him forget,” Outlaw whispered then locked gazes with me.

  The tent was pliable so when Reilly pressed his hand against it, the material stretched outward. Being that I was only a few inches away, he could reach. The cool tent material brushed over my flesh. Behind it hid Reilly’s warm hand. He brushed his fingers up and down. Pleasure rushed through my nerves. I groaned. He moved closer. Reilly used his hand to hold the tent against my shaft then he ran his tongue along my length. My bottom lip quivered. “Oh, that’s…” The sentence was lost. Reilly gently scraped his teeth against my rounded tip. I hissed out a breath. My head fell back. I lost sight of Outlaw. My Knox. Love didn’t begin to describe my feelings for him. Thoughts were hard to process as Reilly pressed his tongue against the tent. I felt the flat area under the material. It rushed up my cock and then back down.

  “Nothing will ever hurt you again.” Outlaw’s whisper startled me. He was behind me, wrapping his tanned, hairy arms around my waist. One slid up to pinch my flat nipple. The other slid lower. I gasped as he grabbed my dick. His fingers wrapped around the shaft, holding it, pressing the tip into the tent. Reilly opened wide. I cried out as the tent enclosed my cockhead followed by his mouth. Outlaw’s larger frame blocked out the cool breeze. I wanted to see him standing behind me, naked, confident, and remarkable. His bare body was a thing of beauty. But I had a hard time focusing on anything but pleasure. Outlaw’s fingers tugged on my beaded nipple. His mouth clamped to my neck. Reilly sucked and wiggled his tongue under the tent, against my dick. Outlaw let me go, well, he dropped my erection. His palms curved over my hips. They stretched across each ass cheek. He spread them and moved to his knees. How was a man supposed to last with two sexy fuckers on their knees? Reilly kept playing with my cock. Outlaw’s teeth scraped against my thigh. His finger swept across my back hole. I hissed out a breath. There was a wet pop and then two damp digits slid inside me. My vision blanked. Outlaw nipped at my lower back as his fingers mimicked fucking. He placed kisses along my spine until he was back on his feet. I gasped. Reilly was killing me. His teasing touches were going to be my undoing. I’d have to torture the blond twink but afterward. I was too close to coming to exact my sexual revenge on him right now.

  Outlaw tilted me slightly forward. He widened my legs further. I felt something bigger press at my entrance. Much bigger. There was the subtle sound of Outlaw spitting then he pushed forward.

  Breath whooshed out of my lungs. My cock leaked pre-cum against the tent. My ass burned for a moment. Outlaw grabbed my hips. He eased inside. Slowly, methodically driving me to insanity. There was a ripping sound. I glanced down. Reilly had ripped the tent. He stuck his head through the hole, mouth wide open. I cried out as he sucked my cock. Outlaw moaned, pushing harshly. I grabbed Reilly’s head and held on. He took me deeper between his lips. I squeezed around Outlaw’s cock. The president of the MC gasped and slammed inside me. There was a blend of moans. The pleasure was too great. Reilly sucked my dick enthusiastically. Well, was there any other way to suck it? Apparently, not for him. Outlaw plowed into my ass like a man on a mission. His grip kept me on my feet. My orgasm burst through every nerve in my body. Cum shot out of my slit and into Reilly’s mouth. He kept sucking, swirling the jizz around his taste buds and on my shaft. Outlaw pounced. His fingers dug into my flesh. His cock stabbed me over and over. I thought I’d pass out with a smile etched onto my face. Then Outlaw cursed. He bent me over further. Reilly watched us from inside the tent. Outlaw pulled out then violently back inside me. The angle shoved him deeper. I squeezed.

  “Liam!” he growled.

  “Knox.” I yelled his true name.

  Outlaw came. He grunted, pushing into me with a force that’d leave me walking funny for hours. He loosened his hold and pulled me to him. His hairy chest pressed against my sweaty back. “I fucking love you.”

  “Mr. Romantic,” Reilly murmured with a smile.

  I jerked when Outlaw’s softening cock slid out of my body. Feeling empty, I grabbed his hand. The fire crackled and fears were absent as we joined Reilly. He was already undressing. Outlaw and I stood at the tent entrance naked, watching him.

  Reilly had the most stunning blue eyes and with our light source the fire, they seemed to sparkle. With the blond hair, it wouldn’t surprise me if he had some Viking DNA. But he was short, only reaching five three. It was a fact that I liked. At this height, Outlaw and I could stare down at him and watch his blue eyes roll up at us. Usually, he was naked. This time, almost naked. His hair was spiked, but partially flattened since he took off his shirt. He didn’t have the muscle mass we did. Reilly had the body of a lean dancer, the flexibility too.

  I felt the first drips along my inner thigh. Outlaw’s cum. I’d clean up in a minute. Right now, Outlaw and I stood holding hands as Reilly pulled his pants down.


  “You’re a pale fucker,” Outlaw commented.

  I was busy watching Reilly’s cock bob and bounce. His balls were beautiful, nearly even and pulled up tight to his body. His fingers wrapped around his shaft. It was so insipid I could see the veins beneath his long shaft. The tip was rounded like mine. You wouldn’t believe the sounds he made when a tongue probed him there. Reilly was also hairless. He shaved every day, giving him this ridiculously silky touch. Reilly walked up to us. He rubbed his palm against the head of his cock. I placed a hand on his hip and so did Outlaw. We stood in a naked circle. Reilly rubbed his dick up and down.

  “You gonna spray your fucking jizz on us?” Outlaw asked. His cock was flaccid, hanging against his balls. The foreskin was scrunched up, covering his tip. But I swore I saw it twitch as Reilly groaned. “Pump it harder, Reilly.”

  I glanced at the blond. His gaze was locked with Outlaw’s. Sweat beaded his hairline.

  “Come on, Reilly.” Outlaw leaned closer to him. “I’ve already fucked his sexy ass. All I want is for you to come on me. Give me that tasty, creamy, messy…”

  Reilly gasped. He lifted to his toes as he came. Long jets of white decorated Outlaw’s torso. He groaned. We held him up as the last few spurts dribbled out. The drops slid down his fingers. I took his hand and licked him clean.