Red Jack’s breath quickened, and the high made him lightheaded. He supposed this was where all the petting had to be going. Red Jack gave Loki’s hair a few more strokes before rolling over to his stomach without a word. Nothing seemed appropriate to say, but Loki’s presence felt so right and natural he wasn’t even that stressed. Or maybe it was the line he’d snorted earlier.
Loki gasped, but his hands slowly moved up and down over the backs of Red Jack’s thighs. Every time they reached closer to Red Jack’s ass, heat rose in Red Jack’s face, but when Loki finally squeezed Red Jack’s buttocks, it felt nothing like all the times he’d grabbed Red Jack while they fucked. This wasn’t just about pushing Red Jack deeper in.
Red Jack arched his back and rubbed his face against the mattress with his heart beating out of tune, its rhythm all messed up like a mix tape no one would listen to. Loki’s tongue slipping shallowly into his crack was like warm honey poured all over Red Jack’s heart. He barely suppressed a moan, gripping the covers as Loki slowly spread him farther. His thighs parted on their own, inviting the wet touch.
It felt different to the invasion Red Jack had been expecting. Like it wasn’t just about Loki sticking his dick in a tight hole and fucking it until he came. More like Loki caressing him, the way he had before when he kissed and licked Red Jack all over. Red Jack stiffened slightly when Loki pulled his buttocks apart, but that tongue gliding around his opening, rolling over the sensitive flesh, was just too good to worry about anything. Besides, it wasn’t like Red Jack hadn’t done that to countless girls. And to Loki. He’d showered, and there was nothing to be worried about. He’d chill and let go for once.
Red Jack supposed fucking couldn’t be that bad if Loki was like a bitch in heat about it. He smiled into the mattress and groaned when Loki drilled the tip of his tongue into Red Jack’s hole.
But even through the haze of dope and arousal, he sensed something was off when a yellowish light was added to the dim illumination in the basement. He looked up toward the trapdoor.
“Fuck!”
Chapter 29
Loki stiffened when Jack’s skin changed color in the warm light coming from above. The low squeak of the trapdoor made a rift down Loki’s spine, and he rolled away, pulling the blanket over Jack’s back. He couldn’t get to his jeans quick enough.
“Who’s there?” he yelled, trying to fish his mind for a possible explanation of why they were lying naked on a single mattress. With coke lines on the Playstation and money covering the bedding.
Jack became a tumble of blanket and pants as he struggled to get himself organized. “Get the fuck out!” he yelled to whoever was coming, but the intruder had already dropped to the cement floor.
Loki froze with his pants still unzipped when Monster’s steel-colored gaze met his own. The oval, handsome face was as expressionless as at the times Monster had accompanied Jack to kill Ted and Brian. He gave Loki a brief nod and glanced at Jack, who was still struggling with his clothes like a cat caught in a yute bag.
“Too late for that,” said Monster, and Loki couldn’t breathe when he noticed the huge gun at Monster’s side.
“We’re on drugs,” he tried weakly.
Jack stood in front of Loki as soon as he’d pulled on his pants. “Really? They just fucking send you to do the dirty work?” He pushed on Monster’s chest, disregarding the gun. “Did that bitch Paxton pay the club an early visit? I didn’t rat on the club! I deserve a fucking vote!”
Loki’s mind stalled and repeated those words on loop until their meaning finally sank in. He pulled Jack back with a force he didn’t knew he had. “What?”
Monster watched them, the only change in his expression being a tiny twitch of an eyebrow.
Jack pushed Loki back and punched Monster’s chest. “Oh! So you already voted? Did that bitch even tell you she tried to blackmail me, or did she just come round to tell the Nails I’m a fag?” His face was red and he was barely catching any breath as he pushed Monster again. “You, stay out of this!” he hissed to Loki.
Loki took a wheezing breath and rushed between Jack and Monster. His mind was in chaos, but the one thing he knew was that he needed to keep Jack alive. He couldn’t let him be hurt now.
“You two are friends, I know that! We could just leave... no one will know you found us,” he pleaded, with his stomach clenched to the size of a peanut.
Jack reached out to push Monster again, but Loki kept him in place. “The only way I’m leaving the club is feet forward. I’ve earned those patches!”