Red Hot(Sex & Mayhem #5)(36)

“She pissed me off, doesn’t matter.” Lucy was really the last topic Red Jack wanted to discuss. Her words were still a thorn in his side.

Sam exhaled. “Good for you, brother.”

“Saaam!” called out Candy, jumping off the barstool. Her stiff skirt remained hitched on the side, revealing layers of petticoats.

“What is it, babe? asked Sam, pulling the fabric into place without a word.

Red Jack would normally comment on Candy’s underwear, but his eyes trailed to Loki, and he bit his lip to avoid smiling at him. Loki looked like hot shit tonight, ready for the concert. His dark hair was straighter than usual, and the black tank top fit him in all the right places, showing off his tats as well. Not to mention the gray skinny jeans on his long, slim legs. Could anyone see how much Red Jack liked Loki? Would they think nothing of it since they all thought he was just Red Jack’s silly gay cousin?

Candy wrapped her arms around Sam, a broad smile on her face. The guy was lucky she was super short. It would have been an embarrassment to be shorter than your girlfriend. Red Jack didn’t have to ever worry about that, thank fuck.

“You ready?” asked Loki, grinning at Red Jack, with a large, half-eaten cookie in hand.

“Yeah, let’s go. Watch those cookies. Don’t wanna get fat for your future boyfriend, do you?” Red Jack gave Loki’s chest a slap.

“I’m not gonna get fat,” Loki said. He kissed Candy good-bye and led the way outside. Damn, his ass looked so good in those pants. Red Jack hadn’t seen them yet, but he was already planning to suggest Loki should wear them more frequently. If they weren’t in a hurry, Red Jack would gladly push them down in some discreet spot.

“Did you do anything useful today? Or just spent all my money at the mall?” Red Jack asked, wondering if it was a shadow of Loki’s balls he could see from behind.

“Since when do I get an allowance?” asked Loki, looking back at Red Jack. “I just got some new underwear to replace the one you tore open.”

Red Jack pointed to his car. He chose it to avoid having Loki on the bitch seat. It would have felt weird to have a guy on the back, with his cock so close to Red Jack’s ass. “Well, you have no job, so I’m guessing you’re stealing from me.” He wasn’t sure of it yet, but he watched for Loki’s reaction.

Loki spun around with a frown. “And what, you’re okay with that?”

“No. You should have asked. Or better—got a job.” Red Jack sat in his car, thinking of what Sam had said earlier and trying to put his worries into words as he waited for Loki to get in.

“I do have a credit card, you know,” grumbled Loki. He jumped into the passenger seat and folded his arms on his chest. “And since when are you so eager to give me money?”

“Since you’re treating me like a free ride and paying me with sex,” Red Jack blurted out and started the car with a squeak to the tires. He didn’t even realize how much it annoyed him until he said it.

Loki closed his mouth and stayed silent for the whole ride through the courtyard and into the street. Red Jack could hear his heartbeat drumming in his ears as the tension in the car gradually rose.

“How can you say that?” Loki’s voice was soft when he finally spoke.

“Isn’t that what you’re thinking?” Red Jack rubbed his forehead and turned into a wider street. “That I’m letting you stay for the fucking?” Red Jack prided himself on never paying for sex, and the thought that he might have involuntarily ended up a trick had him squeeze the wheel harder. He was good enough to get sex for free. He was a ginger all right, but he had a hot body, cool rides, and he was a member of the Coffin Nails MC. He was not about to be someone’s pity fuck.

Loki looked outside, turning away from him. “Don’t be an ass. If I just wanted a place to stay, I wouldn’t have gone with a guy like you.”

“Why not?” Red Jack needed answers, and he needed them now. Fucking Sam. Always throwing his brain curveballs.

“Because you’re a dick who tried to murder me. Satisfied?” growled Loki.

Red Jack snarled at him. “No, not satisfied. Why are you still at my place then?”

“Why do you think? Is that radioactive helmet stopping you from understanding what’s going on around you?”

“I’m fucking trying!” Red Jack squinted at the gorgeous inked-up guy next to him, before looking back to the road.

Loki exhaled. “I like you...”

“No, you don’t. No one I ever fucked likes me. I’m unlikeable. Hasn’t Lucy told you?” The hairs on his arms bristled at the memory of her sour words.