Red Hot(Sex & Mayhem #5)(115)

“What’s the deal with Paxton? You wouldn’t tell me over the phone. What did Jack do?” Lucy asked. “And please, hide those pecs, they’re staring right at me,” she complained, gesturing toward Jack without looking at him,

“Just stop looking south of his beard then,” said Loki.

Monster shrugged. “Jack and Loki got filmed fucking, and she wants him to talk about the club or else.”

Lucy shook her head. “That is so typical.”

“How is that typical, huh? Never happened to me before!” Jack spread his arms. “Sam, I need a shirt.”

“I doubt that’s gonna help. Just have him lend one to your little boyfriend, and wear yours. You’d look weird in a crop top,” said Lucy.

“Hey!” Candy frowned at her from the kitchen door.

Sam’s sigh sounded like Lucifer himself was starting a fire somewhere in his chest.

Jack pointed at Lucy. “Bitch managed to insult me, Loki, and Sam in one sentence. Let’s just get ready and go, or I’m gonna slap her. That would end in even more bickering, so let’s get on with the plan.”

Lucy smirked. “Why do I even bother?”

Monster continued talking about the plan and ignored all the other digressions whatsoever. “When you get Paxton to eat the spiked pastry, Jack’s gonna pretend to eat her out on camera.”

Lucy shook her head. “Wow, what a great plan, you’re gonna try and shame her sexuality. ‘Cause it’s so bad to have sex.”

“It’s not about it being shameful to have sex! She’s the one blackmailing me for fuck’s sake, and I’m the one who’s supposed to have qualms?” Jack spread his arms. “It’s about her doing it with a Nail, don’t you get it? With me actually, ‘cause she won’t be credible if she’s seen sleeping with a guy like me. Her fight against us would look personal.”

Loki cringed, but Jack continued digging a hole for himself.

“And for the record, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with getting fucked. If a girl likes it, she should go for it. I’m not judging. People should do what makes them happy. Maybe it feels good, or fucking great. I mean… I wouldn’t know. But it could,” Jack finished flatly, and licked his lips as Sam and Monster looked at each other with slightly raised eyebrows.

It was high time to wrap up the conversation, because it was going downhill fast.

Lucy smirked, and drilled Jack with her gaze. “So you’re saying getting fucked feels good?” She wanted to say something else, but Monster got to his feet, and one long look from him somehow managed to close Lucy’s mouth.

Monster cleared his throat. “Candy, how long until you have the pastry ready?”

“Uh, ten minutes,” she muttered, retreating to the safety of her 1950s-inspired kitchen.

Monster nodded. “Jack, I have a spare T-shirt in the van. You can have it. Lucy, botch your makeup a bit so that you look like a convincing crier, all right? We’re leaving in ten minutes.”

Loki bit his lip. “Can I do something before we go?”

Monster frowned at him but his eyes trailed to Jack.

“I’m gonna be so glad when this day ends.” Jack grabbed Loki’s arm and pulled him away. “We gotta talk.”

Loki followed him like a sheep, mentally prepared for a red hot argument. But even so, he couldn’t stop feeling elated that Jack didn’t want him to cover the tattoo. The two of them were in this together.

Jack stopped just down the corridor, as soon as they could talk without anyone overhearing a whisper.

“You’re not going. There’s more than enough people already.” Jack’s words knocked Loki right off cloud nine.

“Of course I’m going!” hissed Loki, searching for Jack’s gaze. “I want to help you.”

“We don’t need you there. You have a fucking hematoma on top of that. What if you pass out, like you did in the car?”

Loki stared at him, taken aback. “Oh, so out of all those people, I’m the only one you don’t need? Your third wheel? Me?”

Jack looked straight into his eyes and grabbed his hand. “Out of all those people, I’m most worried about you.”

That softened the blow a bit, but it didn’t mean Loki would just give up on going. “I know, but I’m worried sick about you, too. I wanna be there, just in case.”

“With the plan being what it is… you don’t wanna be there. It’s gonna get ugly.”

“What can possibly happen? It’s all of us against one.” Loki bit his lip, but his mind was racing. He’d be worried sick waiting for Jack to come home, and unable to do anything in case things went wrong. “Come on, every champion needs someone to pass him the ball from the sidelines.”