“Hey, wait!” Loki rushed over and moved his hand against its smooth side. “Give me your number?” he asked, breathless. He couldn’t let this guy just walk out on him like that.
Red lowered the tinted window. “Sorry, I don’t do repeats. It could get weird.”
“I do repeats. Come on,” grumbled Loki. His brain was already pulsing the way it did sometimes. One of the reasons he finally got himself checked out. Three months. He wanted to spend them with this guy. Not some Mr. Nice Guy who’d take pity on him. He wanted this crude, wonderful guy with hair the color of fire, and a beard that could smother Loki in his sleep if he wasn’t careful.
“Sorry, kid. No can do,” Red said and drove off, leaving Loki alone with just dust for company.
Loki stared, hardly believing the audacity of the bastard, but even as he growled his anger, his legs carried him back to his car. He would not let that motherfucker get away.
Back on the road, with the flashy car still looming on the horizon, he reached out to the notebook lying on the passenger seat. The movements of his hand weren’t precise in that position, with Loki’s attention divided between driving and writing, but it would have to do. He crossed out ‘9. Fuck a ginger’, but added: ‘10. Fuck Red’s hot, tight ass’.
Chapter 3
“Yeah, I want golden rims. It’s got to be super awesome. I’ll do the paintwork once you’re done with the mods. Lucy is gonna fuckin’ cream her pants when she sees it.” Red Jack grinned at himself in the mirror.
Sam, his best friend and fellow Coffin Nails MC member, chuckled, his breath creaking the line for a moment. “If you say so. If she doesn’t, there’s plenty of fish in the sea. That bike’s gonna be good bait.”
“I know there’s other pussy, but she’s teasing me, I know it. I just need to get to her at the right moment. Maybe she actually wants a relationship with me, and that’s why she’s waiting so long to put out. Fuck knows. Women are fucking twisted witches.” Red Jack began walking around the open plan kitchen and got himself a beer from the huge fridge.
“Maybe,” said Sam before staying silent for a prolonged moment.
“Yeah right, is your old lady listenin’ or something? Give Candy’s pussy a lick from me.” Red Jack laughed and took a swig of beer.
“I’m sure she’s gonna love being in this weird sort-of threesome,” said Sam. He trailed off, and in the background, Red Jack could hear the high-pitched voice. “Nothing. Just this girl Red knows.”
“Maybe Candy could do a bit of spyin’? Find out some more shit about Lucy? I’ve got no bad intentions. I’d give her the fucking of her life.” Red Jack went over to the living room and took his time admiring the model motorcycles he stored in a glass cabinet.
This obsession with Lucy was growing out of control and the only way out was to fuck it away. He’d be rid of it after a week or two. He always was. Once the chase was over, he couldn’t find much excitement in the same girl. With how unreasonable and hard to understand they were, he couldn’t find any reason to bother, and he was relieved they didn’t usually make it too difficult.
“Yeah, you’d have to ask her yourself. Think of the bike,” Sam told him. “I found you that skull emblem for the front.”
Red Jack did a fist pump and drank more beer. “Sure, I can talk to Candy. Just don’t go blaming me if she drops her panties. It’s kinda what happens to girls around me.”
There was a knock on the patio door, and he stared, surprised that someone was bothering him at this time. There were no immediate neighbors so there was literally no one around, unless he invited people over. But it was the little cocksucker who’d broken in earlier. His trim body looked good in skinny jeans and a sleeveless shirt, his handsome face was positively lickable, even with the scars, but chasing another guy? That was not cute.
Sam started talking, but Red Jack cut him off. “You know, I’ll call you later. I gotta take a piss,” he said and disconnected. Red Jack wasn’t one to run or cower. He groaned and opened the patio door with a harsh yank. “The fuck are you still doing here, huh? I told you to piss off. Go suck someone’s dick, or something.”
The guy took a loud breath, his eyes widened, but he didn’t step back. “I could suck yours if you let me sleep on the sofa.”
Red Jack wanted to push him to the ground again, but the sudden carnal yearning in his cock made him stop. He swallowed. No repeats. Wasn’t that the unspoken rule? Then again, he’d never had a girl just offer up some cocksucking straight up. If only girls were as easy as gays.