Red Hot(Sex & Mayhem #5)(122)

They parked and got out of the car. “You ready to see your brand-new room?” Jack asked and lit himself a cigarette.

Loki grinned, more than ready to freely embrace Jack after the long thirst in the hospital. For the first time in his life, he’d met someone who was ready to sacrifice their own comfort for him. He was ready to do the same in return. “Yes, Jack.”

Jack took a deep breath of smoke and went in first, leading Loki through the sparsely populated lounge. As they headed toward the door leading to a member only area, a young doe-eyed girl stopped Jack after rushing all the way from a set of leather sofas across the room. Loki scowled, immediately recognizing her pumped-up lips, which looked even larger than when she spoke to him last time.

“Hey, Red. I heard you don’t have HIV anymore.” She gave Jack a wide, dreamy smile. Loki could bet his other thumb that she was stoned. He scowled, wishing he never told Lucy that lie. Jack had to feel so humiliated every time someone brought it up. Well, at least he took it as a valuable lesson and finally checked himself. How, Loki had no idea, but Jack was healthy like a young bull.

“Yeah. Never had it in the first place.” Jack shook his head and gently peeled the girl’s fingers off his forearm. “Got me a scare though. I don’t dip my dick just anywhere anymore.”

She blinked, and it was only when Loki followed Jack and walked past her that she seemed to realize Jack had just insulted her. “Oh, you think you’re such hot stuff? I was asking because I worry about all the guys in the club!”

Loki ignored her, staring at Jack’s back with a serious case of doe eyes himself. He’d been worried all the time spent in hospital whether Jack would be able to steer clear of girls for such a long time without Loki to keep his needs satisfied. But it seemed that nothing had happened, because otherwise this girl would surely know Jack was back on the market.

“You don’t like her?” he asked casually once they walked up the staircase and entered a corridor that wasn’t open into the courtyard. It had tacky red wallpaper and posters on the walls, but Loki was too focused on the blue gaze.

Jack stopped in front of a door and squinted at Loki. “What do you think?”

Loki exhaled and looked away, suddenly worried that maybe Jack didn’t want to listen to any of this. “We’re exclusive?”

Jack stepped forward, making Loki back into the wall, and looked around the empty corridor. “You surprised? You fucked some hot doc at the hospital?” he asked, making Loki feel like a fly pinned to a foam board. But he was the only trophy that mattered in Jack’s collection.

Loki’s shoulders hugged the wall as he looked up into Jack’s cool, intimidating eyes, but even despite the slight unease, his fingers still wormed their way into Jack’s beard. “I didn’t fuck anyone. I don’t want to,” he added more firmly. “You?”

“I’m so fucking horny I could fuck your armpit,” Jack whispered with his gaze locked with Loki’s.

A melting sensation spread all over Loki’s chest, and he let out a strangled whimper just imagining that lovely, thick cock against his skin. “Because you want to be exclusive too and haven’t fucked anyone all this time?”

Jack nodded slowly and spoke with a rasp that made his words barely recognizable. “Yeah, jerked off twice a day thinking about my name on your back and my dick in your tight ass.”

Loki chuckled, and it came out more nervous than he’d have liked. This was such a relief. Loki purposefully tried not to think about it, but he didn’t know if he could cope with Jack fucking girls on the side. “I think you should make that our reality.”

Jack exuded the kind of heat Loki wanted to melt into. He took one more look down the corridor and grabbed Loki’s hand as he opened the door.

“I wanna make these sheets sweaty,” Jack said as he led Loki into the small, but strangely cozy room with gray walls and a set of shelves that contained Loki’s clothes tidily folded. There was a vase of fresh flowers by the window, and a poster of a half-naked girl bent over a bike on one of the walls.

Loki raised an eyebrow at Jack. “That’s my room?”

Jack locked the door. “Oh, that. Never got round to taking it down.”

Loki grinned at him and looked around, spotting items from Jack’s former house, including pillows from the living room and Loki’s favorite mug. Hanging over the bed was one of the golden rims of Jack’s precious bike. Loki smiled and gently brushed his palm over yet another thing he recognized—the luxurious sheets from Jack’s old bedroom.