Red Hot(Sex & Mayhem #5)(28)

Red Jack licked his lips as his ego soared. “I mean, I’m flattered and all, and maybe my sexuality is more… flexible than others’, but I’m not… into men, if you know what I mean.” Right now, watching Loki’s toned arms and pretty lips, he himself didn’t know what he meant by that. Even as he said those words, he was imagining his cock pushing into that pink, soft mouth.

Loki sighed, casting his eyes down. “I know, and I talked to Lucy yesterday. I know how much you want her.”

Red Jack’s eyes went wide, and he got up. “You talked to Lucy?” Loki had only popped up in Red Jack’s life two days ago, and all of a sudden he knew Lucy’s name? “What did you tell her? If you told her you’re my boyfriend, I will fucking strangle you.”

Loki sighed. “Relax. I just wanted to know why she wouldn’t give in already. You know, because you’re so insanely hot?”

Red Jack couldn’t help the silly smile blooming on his face. Insanely hot? He could take that. “I know, right? How long can a girl pretend she’s not into you?”

Loki looked away. “I kinda thought that too. She seemed pretty jealous when you fucked that woman at the party, but after talking to her, I think it might be something else.”

“What do you mean?”

Loki shrugged and poured some oil into the pan, which he then placed on the heating plate. “I don’t think you want to hear the stuff she said. She’s a really mean bitch, if you want to know what I think.”

Red Jack circled the kitchen island and grabbed Loki’s arm. “Stop giving me this vague bullshit! What did she say?”

Loki sighed and raised his eyes to Red Jack. “She thinks you’re a man slut. She said that you have no taste, and that she can’t understand why any girl would ever want you, because you’re a crude pig.”

Red Jack let go of Loki, so taken aback he couldn’t say anything at first. “She said that?” He’d always thought Lucy was playing hard to get. She was rarely truly rude to him. He’d even considered her quite sweet on the rare occasions when she actually smiled.

Loki nodded. “Sorry, but that actually shows who she really is, doesn’t it? Thinks she is so much better than everyone else. It’s not about you...”

Red Jack got back to his bar stool, deflated by Loki’s words. It wasn’t banter with her? She actually disliked him? His brain instantly hinted that maybe it was because she didn’t know him well enough, but the truth was Lucy knew him quite well, as she hung out at the club all the time. He now remembered how she’d called his new bike ‘too flashy’, after saying it suited him. It instantly brought back memories of the time when one of Red Jack’s first girls had laughed at his red pubes. It was about him. About him being not good enough. He wasn’t the ugly, lanky ginger fucker without a dollar in his pocket anymore, but it clearly wasn’t enough for the best girls to like him.

“Whatever,” he mumbled. “I’ve got girls lining up to suck my dick anyway.”

“Yeah, there’s plenty for you out there,” said Loki before tossing something into the hot oil. The scent of frying bacon brought a small smile to Red Jack’s lips despite his ill mood and slight headache.

Red Jack watched Loki’s back, chewing on Lucy’s words. “You know I won’t change, right? I’m not gonna become some super-gay dude, no matter how much bacon you make for me?” Yet it was nice for someone to actually pursue him for once. Even if the way Loki did it was stalkery at best.

Loki looked back at him, some of the silky hair falling down his shoulder. Red Jack almost wanted to push his finger through the earlobe stretcher and put the guy to good use. “I like you the way you are.”

“What do you like about me? And take off your top, it’s hot in here.” Red Jack leaned over the countertop. If Loki kept his mouth shut, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to have someone around who’d suck his dick with no fuss.

Loki grinned, and the joy on his face seemed almost childlike when he pulled off the top, exposing his toned chest, with a dog tag wiggling over his dark nipples. “You’re an honest guy. You say something, and I know that’s what you think.”

“Oh, do you? That’s what you like about me? That I’m honest? What next? You’re gonna say I’m nice?” He watched Loki’s firm stomach tense when a drop of fat from the pan jumped out at him.

“You’re not nice. You’re a scary, rough fucker.” Loki turned the bacon in the pan and started breaking the eggs.