Red Hot(Sex & Mayhem #5)(14)

“This is not over.”

Jack pulled some crumpled bills out of his pants and threw the money on top of Loki’s clothes. “Get yourself a motel or something.”

Loki stilled, staring at the money. The rapid pulsing in his head turned into a dull, growing ache that threatened to swallow him whole. “Who do you think I am? A fucking whore?” He gathered the bills, squeezing them into a ball, which he then threw back at Jack.

“I don’t know. What do you want from me?” Jack spread his arms.

Loki exhaled, squeezing the base of his nose as the pulsing in his head intensified. “I wanna go back on the sofa...”

“That’s not your choice, ‘cause this is my house. Go bother some fucker who actually wants your ass.” And with those words, Jack slammed the door, leaving Loki naked and alone on the edge of the beach.

Loki stared at the door as more sperm spilled down his leg. He really needed a bath. Grumbling beneath his breath, he gathered his clothes and slowly padded toward the water. The cold would give him some relief, and later, he’d go online and find out more about that motorcycle club Jack was a part of.





Chapter 5



Hours later, even at work in the club-owned garage, Red Jack could still not get those vibrantly black eyes out of his head. Nor the tattooed, pale, and all-too-male body. Especially the tight ass that gripped his dick and milked it so dry he had to recuperate with a fresh protein shake. The situation was bad to say the least. He’d taken the plunge, that final step. He’d fucked a guy. Actually lay in bed and touched the guy’s body as he fucked him. Not to mention the kiss, which threw him completely off balance. It hadn’t been his initiative though. It was all Loki’s doing. The fucker was mental.

When Loki finally left, Red Jack realized the guy had rearranged stuff in his fridge. Even reorganized it to vacate one shelf, like he was moving in or some shit. Red Jack barely knew the guy. He should have known not to take the fucking stray in, even for one night.

“Red, are you even listening to me?” Sam’s voice cut into Red Jack’s brain and brought him back to reality.

Red Jack looked up at him from the exhaust he was polishing. His new bike was about to get a grand reveal tonight. Sam’s old lady, Candy, had even made a themed cake for the occasion and was already setting stuff up in the bar. If Red Jack’s new beast didn’t move Lucy’s cold heart, he didn’t know what would.

“Huh? Sorry, I’m just… What did you say?”

Sam rustled his short mohawk and stretched. He was a short but buff guy, always at the gym, putting Red Jack to shame with his regime, even though he had gotten a bit round since getting together with Candy. “I asked you how it went yesterday evening, ‘cause you’re fucking moody tonight.”

For a moment, Red Jack just stared at Sam, all blood draining from his face, but then he realized Sam was speaking about Lucy, not the clusterfuck at Red Jack’s house. Maybe he needed to even lay off the blow jobs from guys for a while?

“She fucking left through another door, and I missed her. I was gonna ask about the lingerie I bought her.”

Sam blinked, but then his mouth stretched into a smile, and he scratched his short beard. “That’s so gay, dude. Did you measure her boobs to buy it?” He gave Red Jack a poke with his foot, but Red Jack kicked it in return and straightened up.

"How the fuck is it gay to give her a gift? Do I look gay to you? And no, I didn't measure her, I know chicks' boobs. She's, like, a D."

Sam snorted. “You wish. More like a B.”

“See! That’s gay right there, knowing bras and shit. Why would you say it’s gay, anyway?” Red Jack hissed, trying to keep it together, but bristling up by the second. Sam kept doing this to him, and today, Red Jack didn’t feel all that confident about his defense.

“Because gay dudes are into fashion. Aren’t they always the guys who do makeovers on TV?” Sam spread his arms. “Suppose that makes me bra-gay.”

“Fuck!” Red Jack yelled and punched a nearby wall, too pissed off to contain his anger. His mind kept going back to the way Loki took his dick, all mewling and panting as if Red Jack’s cock up his ass was the best thing to ever happen to him. Not a complaint about any discomfort or lack of foreplay, just raw fucking. No bullshit. Until later, that is. “Now she probably thinks I’m a pussy for trying to be the nice guy.”

Sam rolled his eyes, but he spoke before Red Jack could call him out on that. “I doubt that’s what she thinks. She might be a stripper, but she’s still a chick. Take her out for coffee and chocolate cake. You know, to a nice cafe.”