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Red Hot(Sex & Mayhem #5)(2)

By:K.A. Merikan


The house was Red Jack’s kingdom - large enough to host big parties, with its own bit of beach, away from touchy fuckers who didn’t want a neighbor like him. ‘Too loud’, they said. Though getting arrested after falling asleep naked in the front yard could have had something to do with that as well. It didn’t matter now anyway. He had his own piece of heaven in his house by the beach. If he weren’t with the Coffin Nails MC, he could have never afforded all that at twenty-seven. He even had two motorcycles. One for longer runs, sturdier and more practical, and a custom chopper that was now at the garage, getting some golden wheel rims fitted. Among other things.

But the moment Red Jack entered his house, he realized something was off. He pulled out his gun, just in case. Better safe than sorry.

There was a faint smell of cologne in the air, and it wasn’t his own.

“Hey,” came from the darkness in front of him, straight out of the freaking blackest corner in the whole living room.

“Who the fuck are you? Show yourself, or I’m gonna shoot,” he hissed and tensed up. Someone dared break into his home? This was new. And why were they hiding in the dark instead of taking him on right away?

There was a shuffling sound, and then a pair of trainers stepped into the black and white stripes of light coming through the blinds. Two steps more, and Red Jack was facing a familiar face. Too familiar for his liking. The black, haunting eyes he’d first seen less than a day ago, stared back at him.

“You were supposed to fuck me, and you didn’t.”

Red Jack poked the guy’s forehead with the barrel of his gun. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” He looked him up and down, and switched on the main lights. What was he thinking? Breaking into Red Jack’s house? Did the cocksucker have a death wish?

He didn’t seem afraid of the gun. Instead of cowering like any normal person would, his large eyes looked straight into Red Jack’s. The guy had this oddly androgynous face, with a narrow nose and pouty lips, and yet despite that and the long dark hair, he was distinctly masculine in all his slim-but-toned glory. The crisscrossed picture carved on his cheek turned the formerly pretty face into one that belonged on a serial killer from the movies or a marked prison bitch. Someone that you’d do but not necessarily have a beer with. Red Jack would have considered him for another blow job in the future if the fucker hadn’t invaded his privacy.

“What’s up with that toy? I’m not gonna hurt you,” said the guy, reaching out to Red Jack. The faint light made the black stylized snakes on the sleeve tattoos come to life. It was as if they were demons from hell, ready to tangle around Red Jack’s legs and pull him into the underworld.

Red Jack’s jaw dropped. “You hurt me? Who’s the one with the gun, you moron, huh?” He poked the guy’s head again, to make a point. This was an outrage! How dare he just barge in like that? How had he even found Jack?

The guy scowled and turned his face away, showing off the black stretcher in his earlobe. Red Jack didn’t really believe this scarred fag could do anything more than sulk, so he let the barrel slide down the angular cheekbone. He stilled when that luscious mouth opened, and the pink tongue slipped out to lick the cold steel.

Red Jack’s cock responded to that all too eagerly. This guy was whacky. Red Jack pulled the gun away and put the safety on. “Get the fuck out of my house,” he hissed, more freaked out by the second.

The guy took another step toward Red Jack, a small smile coloring his lips as he walked farther into the light. “Are you scared of me?”

Fucker had some nerve. Scared? Red Jack wasn’t scared of anything. He spat danger in the face and drove off at 200mph! He pushed the guy away, toward the patio door.

“Why would I be scared of some little faggot, just because he can pick locks?”

The pale face twisted. “What’s your problem? It was you who got in touch with me!”

Red Jack’s chest constricted, making it hard to breathe. He’d always gone out of town for a hookup with a man. And it wasn’t like he did it all that often either. Only when he was out of lips to suck him.

“I never told you to come to my house!” Red Jack pushed him farther.

The guy pulled back his hair and leaned his back against the patio door. “Don’t be like that. I came here for you.”

Red Jack didn’t like the look this stranger was giving him. As if he was about to do the fucking. What right did he have to act like that in a house he’d broken into? He was not welcome. Even with that nice hair that Red Jack had wrapped all around his hand when he fucked the guy’s throat.