Free Roped by SJD Peterson Page A

battled hard, but no matter how hard he struggled, Jamie kept the upper hand—never giving more than an inch. The bed creaked and groaned with the weight, threatening to give way, but Tek ignored the danger and pushed himself hard, thrashing, pulling, and pushing.
    “Do you give?” Jamie taunted.
    “Never!” Tek roared.
    Tek snapped his hips, ignoring the pain in his surprisingly hard cock as it slammed against Jamie’s. When the hell had that happened? Just moments before he’d have sworn he wouldn’t have been able to achieve an erection. Yet the slip and slide of sweat-slick bodies, the power, strength, and Jamie’s breath against Tek’s lips was one hell of a powerful aphrodisiac. He was cocked and loaded, and not just for a fight.
    Jamie’s eyes darkened, the lust evident in them and in the hardness of his cock against Tek’s. If Tek couldn’t overpower Jamie with brute force, maybe he could…. Tek grinned, relaxed his arms and legs, and rolled his hips. Then he did it again and again and again.
    “Bastard,” Jamie groaned.
    “Not that I’m aware of,” Tek sniffed and started thrusting his hips, setting a quick, gentle rhythm.
    Jamie hissed through gritted teeth and increased the hold he had on Tek’s legs, no doubt trying to stop the movement of Tek’s hips, but it only succeeded in grinding their cocks even harder together.
    Another idea popped into Tek’s head, and he hid his smirk by pressing his mouth against Jamie’s and teasing Jamie’s bottom lip with the tip of his tongue. Tek then sucked it into his mouth, scraped his teeth against it softly, never slowing the rhythm of his thrusts.
    “Da…. Damn you,” Jamie groaned and squeezed his eyes closed.
    Tek continued to lick and nip until Jamie was trembling against him and the grip on Tek’s wrists began to slacken ever so slightly. Almost . Jamie groaned and turned his head, but Tek wasn’t about to be deterred.
    “God, I want to suck you off so bad,” he murmured seductively. He licked a path from Jamie’s jaw up his cheek to the sensitive spot just below Jamie’s ear. “Wrap my lips around your cock, suck and taste.”
    Jamie’s trembling increased. Gotcha, big guy .
    “Junior, Tek,” Jamie’s dad bellowed, followed by hard raps against the door. “Rocco has called a meeting.”
    Jamie jerked sideways at the same time Tek rolled, and then they were flying, only to land with a hard thump on the floor, Tek landing on top of Jamie.
    Tek instantly sat back on Jamie’s thighs and threw his hands in the air. “I won!” he hooted victoriously. “I win! I win! I win!”
    “Boys! Stop fucking around, and let’s go!” Smokey demanded.
    Jamie’s gaze landed on Tek’s straining cock. “Yeah, stop fucking around,” he grunted, shoving hard against Tek’s chest—sending him flailing backward. Jamie slid out from under Tek and jumped to his feet. “Fucking cheater!”
    Tek could only stare up at Jamie’s scowling face and laugh. The deeper the scowl, the harder Tek laughed until he was clutching his stomach and tears streamed from his eyes.
    Jamie put his hands on his hips and puffed up a little, obviously in an attempt to look intimidating. “Yuk it up, dickweed. I will have my revenge.”
    “How…. Oh shit…. How can I take you seriously?” he squeaked out between snorts of laughter. The giggles took hold of him, robbing him of any more words, and he could only point and laugh at Jamie’s erection.
    “Such a child,” Jamie chastised, but he barely got the words out before he fell into a laughing fit of his own.
     
     
    T HE EASY and jubilant feelings of the morning were washed away, leaving behind a somber disposition and angry knot churning in Tek’s belly as he sat in the club meeting room and listened to Rocco speak.
    “The Bangers are pissed, and we can be damn sure they will attempt retribution. We need intel,” Rocco mused aloud. He turned to Cole. “What have you got on their recent movements?”
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