Wreck Me Forever (Polished P & P Book 1) Read online

  Wreck Me Forever Copyright © 2020 by Lila Rose

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  Wreck Me Forever is a work of fiction. All names, characters, events and places found in this book are either from the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarity to actual events, locations, organizations, or persons live or dead is entirely coincidental and not intended by the author.

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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Epilogue

  Releasing in August

  Acknowledgments

  Also by Lila Rose

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  Chapter One

  Lucas

  Groaning, I brushed my free hand through my shoulder-length blond curls and then tapped my phone against my forehead. Why did my brother have to have his biker friends over tonight?

  Yes, it was his house.

  Yes, he could do what he wanted in it.

  To some extent.

  I could have gone without seeing him drilling one of his flings over the kitchen table. A table where I would always make sure to sit at the opposite end after witnessing that scene.

  It was just that I’d had a shit day. One of the worst.

  I’d woken late because I’d forgotten to set the alarm. It had rained, which caused me to get drenched, and then I’d slipped as I walked into class, landing on my ass. I was sure it would be bruised by tomorrow. Of course, everyone had a good chuckle over it. Lastly, I nearly got run over on the way home. The stupid dick didn’t want to give way to a pedestrian and decided my life was fair game.

  It was lucky I moved out of the way fast enough. Though, as I did, I got a good look at the driver. Mitch dickface Henry. He and I had gone to the same high school, and I’d hoped to be rid of him through college, but I wasn’t. He had it out for me, always had, ever since it was proven that I excelled in class. He wanted to be the best, but there I was tarnishing his perfect grades with my better ones. It wasn’t like I meant it. I just loved learning.

  I could still hear his taunting laugh.

  When would the dweeb grow up?

  With a shake of my head, I finished my walk down the street to my brother’s place. It was two months ago when our parents moved from Nevada to Australia, and sold their place, to see if it suited them in retirement. So, Zion, my brother, offered up his spare room so I could stay and finish the fourth year of my pre-med degree, then med school before I found a placement and started my residency training at a hospital.

  I’d been surprised he’d offered it to me. Zion was five years older than me, and we were so different from each other, it was funny. I was the nerd, the quiet guy who was clumsy, spoke before he thought—or stumbled over his words—and was uncomfortable in crowded rooms. Zion was the life of the party. Popular and fun-loving, he didn’t care what anyone thought. Unfortunately, I did, but I was slowly learning not to.

  What helped when Zion offered his place was that we both knew we would be busy and hardly be in each other’s space since I liked a place where I could study in peace. Which I did a lot. When I wasn’t in class, I had my head buried in a book. I had a job at the local café, which also contained an electronics store where I helped out with repairs on gaming systems. Zion was busy with the business he’d gone into with some of his friends.

  Our parents were proud of him, especially since Polished Pussy was doing so well. Even if it was a brothel, our parents didn’t care as long as Zion was happy in what he was doing. Mom had wanted a tour of the place, but when Zion said it was open day and night and that he wouldn’t feel comfortable taking her through a place where people had sex, she’d glared and asked, “How do you think you and your brother were made?”

  I quickly ran from the room before I heard any more, but Mom got her tour and had come home gloating about how she knew it would expand because of how clean it was and how sweet the ladies were. No doubt she would have sat down and found out about the working girls’ lives while sipping tea and probably commenting on their skills.

  I shuddered at the thought. However, Mom was right. Zion and his friends were opening another two Polished Pussies in the neighboring cities in the next month.

  Heck, I was even proud of my brother. I never thought a brothel with the name Polished Pussy would take off.

  I’d been wrong.

  When I’d asked him about the name, he’d snorted and said, “We’d been throwing names around all night, but then, after a few joints, someone said they’d like to polish their woman’s pussy with their tongue. We all looked at each other and yelled, ‘Polished Pussy.’ It stuck, and thank fuck it worked.”

  I wish I hadn’t asked. I didn’t need to know about his friend wanting to… do that to a woman.

  You see, my brother didn’t know I wouldn’t want to talk about women and their body parts. He didn’t know that it didn’t interest me, because he didn’t know I was gay.

  Our parents didn’t even know.

  Why I hadn’t told anyone, I didn’t have a clue. I knew they would support me, but every time I went to open my mouth to inform them I liked dick, I felt it wasn’t the right moment. Instead, time passed, and I kept my mouth shut. In the end, they moved without the knowledge, and I shifted into my brother’s home. My brother, who was the straightest guy I knew. I wasn’t even sure about his stance on gay people, which was another reason I hadn’t said anything.

  I couldn’t exactly say, “Ah, hey, bro, what do you think about guys getting it on?” No matter how I said it, I knew it would come out wrong, then I would freak out if I thought he was going to be disgusted.

  Now, I had to go into his house full of his friends, who I hadn’t met before, and pray I didn’t check any of them out too long. Sighing, I closed my eyes and rested my head against the front door. Already I could hear the voices of Zion and his friends. They had music playing in the background, but what it was, I didn’t have a clue.

  Straightening, I brushed my hands down my NASA tee and then reached out to the handle. Before I could grab hold, the door got swept open, and I stumbled forward so hard my head collided with a crotch. As I landed on my hands and knees, my head slipped down further and rested against someone’s muscled thighs.

  The only problem with Zion’s house was the open-floor living.

  Laughter filled the area.

  “Brothers, I’d like you to meet my younger, and clumsy, brother, Lucas.”

  A hand under my arm helped me. Actually, it practically lifted me on its own to my feet. “You okay, kid?”
the large man asked.

  “Yes,” I squeaked. I cleared my throat and punched my chest, then lowered my voice. “Ah, yeah, I’m good.”

  The man smiled. His perfect white teeth between his trimmed beard captured my attention. He seemed in his mid-forties, but he looked good for it. His salt-and-pepper hair was styled back in a ponytail. He nodded. “Good. Sorry about the abrupt open. Thought you were some crazy fucker staking out the joint or the pizza guy.”

  I nodded. And kept nodding since I didn’t know what to say.

  “Name’s Death.” He held his tattooed hand out that was attached to his tattooed arm. I noticed his other arm was also inked.

  Nervously, I licked my lips and stared at the large appendage—meaning his hand—that was still outstretched toward me. His name sounded like he would use his hands to kill people. I was too young and small, well, compared to him, and nice to die. Still, even when my hand shook, I pushed it forward and gripped his. “Lucas,” I said.

  Death snorted. “Already heard.”

  I wanted to slap my forehead. “Yeah, right.” I forced a laugh.

  Using my hand, he pulled me further into the room, then he dropped his hold and pointed to another huge guy. “That’s Quake, Torch, and the prospect. He doesn’t get a club name until he’s a full member.” I nodded to them all. Quake was a solid man, heck, all of them were, but he was the biggest. His hair was blond and messy, and it went perfectly with his sea-blue eyes. Torch had a buzz cut and a cold look in his eyes where I worried if I looked too long, I would ask for forgiveness even when I hadn’t done anything. The prospect was the youngest. Where I was twenty-two, he seemed to be in his early twenties also, but it was hard to determine just what his age actually was.

  The front door opened abruptly behind me. I bit my bottom lip to keep in the scream. But that didn’t stop me from jumping and stumbling as I turned, and if it wasn’t for Death’s hand wrapping around my arm, I would have met the floor once more that night.

  However, when I looked up, I realized there was still a possibility of dropping to the floor. The most gorgeous man I had ever seen stood just inside the doorway, scanning the room. If it wasn’t for his hands fisted at his sides and the scowl on his face, I may have fallen to the floor in awe of his beauty.

  I took another quick glance around the room and noticed my brother did, in fact, have some good-looking friends. All of them could be on the cover of a magazine. I wasn’t sure what it was about the scowling man that set me off in a sweating, peeing-my-pants, “holy crap he’s looking at me” moment with my pulse racing, but he did. His dark brown hair was shaved at the sides, and the top was longish and messy, some of it flopped in his dark green eyes. He would probably punch me if I tried to push his hair back though. He was tall, my short frame only reaching his shoulders. His tight black tee showed off the muscles in his arms, and his dark ripped jeans surrounded thick thighs.

  I jolted and pulled my gaze up quickly when Death said, “Wreck, you took forever, fucker. Get in here and meet Saint’s brother, Lucas.”

  Saint?

  Who was Saint?

  I wasn’t a brother of Saint.

  “Lucas, I’m Saint. It’s my club name,” Zion called; he must have seen the confused look on my face.

  Nodding, I glanced back to Wreck and did a lame wave before I grabbed my own arm with my other hand. “Ah, s’up.”

  S’up?

  Was I a gangster now?

  “I mean, hi.”

  He lifted his chin, and out of his mouth came a gravelly, “Hey.” He looked at Death. “Pizza guy just pulled up.” Then he walked by us and aimed for the kitchen.

  I wanted to follow like a stray kitten. He could take me in, pat me, love me…. Dear God, I’d finally lost it over a good-looking straight guy.

  A slap to my back had me clamping my lips together and eyes widening. “Fuckin’ pizza, gotta love that shit,” Death said before he moved toward the still-open front door.

  I heard a greeting before my arm was snagged, and Zion dragged me from the room, down the hall toward my bedroom. Had I done something already?

  In my room, Zion closed the door and turned to me. “Are you okay with this? We’ve been on a long road trip and were close by, so instead of heading back to the compound, we stopped here for some food and drinks.”

  I waved a hand around. “It’s fine.” I laughed. “Totally fine. I mean, it’s your place. You can do whatever.”

  His eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Are you okay?”

  “Yep,” I popped and nodded. I threw an arm out. “I mean, I know you’ve been with your group—”

  “Club. The Diamond MC,” Zion stated with a smirk.

  “Right, the MC club for a while. I just thought that if I ever met your guys—”

  “Brothers.” He chuckled.

  “Yep, um, brothers, that they’d find me, ah, not cool.”

  Zion snorted. “Is this you being worried about what they’ll think of you because you’re gay?”

  My heart stopped, my breath caught, and I wheezed, “You know?”

  Zion smiled. “Shit, Lucas. Mom, Dad, and I know. We’ve known for years now.”

  I felt sick to the stomach. “How?”

  “Besides the fact you look at guys before women?” he asked. I glared and nodded. He grinned. “Mom found some gay porn on your laptop one day when she went to use it.”

  I didn’t have to see to know I’d paled. I felt the color drain from my face.

  I sat on my bed with my head in my hands. “That’s just so wrong on so many levels.” I looked up. “I won’t be able to face her. I’ll have to leave the family.”

  Zion laughed, and I wanted to punch him. Heck, I’d never been a violent guy, but I was suddenly seeing the appeal of smashing someone’s face in.

  “Relax, I’m messing with you. It was me who found the porn, but I’d already suspected. Mom just asked me one day if you’d said anything to me about liking guys.”

  I dropped back on the bed and covered my face. “Obviously I’m terrible at hiding it.”

  “Bro, we’re family. We’re gonna notice more than anyone. None of my high school friends suspected. What I don’t get, though, is why you haven’t told us?”

  I groaned. “Is now really the time to have this talk when you have friends out there?”

  “Yeah, it is.” He moved over to my bed and sat next to me. When I didn’t move, he shoved my leg. “Seriously, bro. Why didn’t you say anything?”

  I shrugged. “I don’t know. I just got used to keeping it quiet.”

  “You know we don’t care, right? You’re you, no matter who you want between your sheets.”

  “Zion,” I groaned, heat hitting my face.

  “It’s true.”

  Sighing, I finally sat back up. “I kind of knew you, Mom, and Dad would be okay with it. But even though it seems more accepted this day and age, Zion, it doesn’t make it easier to come out. There’s still haters.”

  “Some people just need to be taught a lesson. If anyone fucks with you, Lucas, you tell me.”

  Rolling my eyes, I gave him a small smile. “I can take care of myself. When I’m ready, I’ll tell whoever I want I’m gay, but I want to be comfortable within myself first. I’ve only… had one, um, you know, experience….” I rubbed the back of my neck. “But I haven’t… there hasn’t been anyone special in my life to date.”

  “I get it. Just as long as you know I have your back. Mom and Dad will as well. But also, my brothers won’t be like any of those bigoted fuckers,” he stated. “Hell, if they are, they’ll deal with me.”

  I bumped his shoulder again. “You’re an okay kind of brother, Zion.”

  He snorted. “Just okay? I’m the best. Now, you gonna come out there and have some pizza?”

  “Give me a minute, and I will.”

  His hand slapped down on my shoulder and squeezed. “You got it.” I watched him walk from my room, and in a way, it felt like a sm
all weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I should have guessed my family would have known I was gay even before telling them. They did know me the best. Even if Zion traveled in different circles to me, he’d always made sure he was there for me if needed. I just never asked.

  I’d promised myself when I moved out of the family home and into Zion’s that I would start living and being who I really wanted to be.

  I guessed it was time to begin.

  Glancing to the closed door, I heard deep laughter down the hall. There were bikers out there. Bikers I didn’t know. However, they did seem like okay guys, and I knew my brother wouldn’t be a part of their group… club if they weren’t, but could they honestly accept me?

  I wasn’t sure, and that was damn scary.

  Still, it was worth a try. It was probably time I did come out of my shell. I hadn’t had many friends in high school. Those I had had gone off to different colleges. Those who stuck around made new friends, and we’d drifted apart. Though, I was lucky enough to have a couple of friends from college where we got together every now and then to catch up and wind down from studies.

  So, it could be good to go out there and make new friends.

  Another roar of laughter filled the house.

  Then again, friends were overrated.

  Chapter Two

  Lucas

  By the time I pulled up my big guy boxers and made it out to the living room, I came to an abrupt halt. There on the couch sat my new porn star, and he was playing… playing my vintage Nintendo.

  “Hey, Lucas, I saved you some pizza. It’s in the fridge,” Death called from the kitchen where he stood with Zion, Quake, and Torch.