Red Hot(Sex & Mayhem #5)(84)

“Oh, yeah? I had an earful when you fucked her on my car and wouldn’t wash the hood. I had to lick off all her juices.” He obviously didn’t, but it was still fun to tease Sam. It made things seem normal again.

Sam shoved Red Jack at the door. “Greedy fuck.”

“Probably why I’m bi, right?” Red Jack laughed as he got out of the car.

Sam leaned back into the seat, and his face got slightly more serious. “Say hello to your boy from me.”

Red Jack gave him a quick nod and turned around. Your boy. It sounded kinda nice when not said as mockery. Red Jack stopped at the door and listened to Sam driving away before finally entering the house. The sun was already halfway up, and flooded the living room with orange light.

Red Jack was tired and more nervous than he’d like to admit, but with the conversation ending on a high note, he smiled nevertheless. He locked the door and stepped inside, only to stand still when he noticed a curled-up shape on the sofa. He expected to find Loki in their bed, but there he was, hidden under a thick blanket with only his eyes and tangled hair sticking out.

A wave of previously unknown tenderness went through Red Jack’s chest, and he didn’t have the heart to wake him up. He took off his shoes to make less noise and went over to the bathroom for a shower. A night in a cell was not as sexy as porn suggested.

He didn’t bother to dress when he was done, and seeing Loki still on the sofa, he couldn’t help but walk over to him in the end. Red Jack kneeled on the floor and kissed Loki’s hair with butterflies fluttering all over his stomach. He too must have taken a bath, because the black mane had this lovely, damp aroma Red Jack enjoyed so much. Loki stirred and gave a high-pitched groan. He stretched under the blanket, still too sleepy to acknowledge what was going on.

Red Jack smiled when he saw Loki’s lips, and gave them a kiss this time. “Do you feel better?” he whispered and stroked Loki’s hair. If he only could, he’d take all of Loki’s pain away somehow. No matter what he’d have to do. With the empty hours in jail, he’d had a lot of time to think, and he did remember being told of a Brazilian doctor near LA at the party. Red Jack had been drunk and forgot half of what the girl had said about the guy, but apparently he did experimental treatment combined with some voodoo shit. Maybe it was worth a shot?

Loki stiffened for a moment, but then his eyes opened, and he smiled, clumsily reaching out to push his fingers into Red Jack’s hair. “You’re here,” he whispered with such joy that it made Red Jack all the happier about finally touching him again.

“Yeah, told you I’d be out in no time.” He licked Loki’s lower lip, trying to forget all the issues at hand. Trying to forget that this could be the beginning of the last forty-eight hours they would ever have.

Loki pulled him closer and raised the blanket. “Come here, aren’t you cold?” he asked, looking at Red Jack’s naked body.

“Not when I’m next to you. Makes me feel all warm…” And he wanted to be much, much closer. He couldn’t wait to get the T-shirt and tracksuit bottoms combo off Loki.

“What if I get undressed too?” whispered Loki, nipping at Red Jack’s mouth. His eyes were hazy, still soft with sleep as he lay flat on his back, petting Red Jack’s neck.

“It would make everything better.” Red Jack ran his fingers along the sides of Loki’s body and kissed his jaw. Even the tiny stubble didn’t bother him. Loki didn’t need to feel like a woman to be sexy. Red Jack enjoyed the hair on his body, the bold scent of his skin, and yes—the stubble scratching his shoulder.

Loki pulled at his T-shirt. It got stuck around his head, but Red Jack gently helped him to take it off completely. The lean muscle underneath, all warm and smooth, beckoned Red Jack for touch.

“Your back doesn’t hurt?” Even thinking about his name on Loki’s skin was giving him goose bumps. Red Jack lifted his hips to help Loki take off his pants.

Loki grinned. “A bit sore. I’ve had worse.” He reached out and dragged his fingers down the side of Red Jack’s face.

“And your head? All right?” Red Jack pulled the blanket over them both and snuggled in between Loki’s legs. The perfect spot to be in. And those thighs tightened around his hips immediately, pulling him close against warm flesh, straight into Loki’s arms.

“Yeah. I dozed off waiting for you.”

“Why aren’t you in the bed? It’s gonna be harder to fuck you here.” Red Jack smiled and kissed Loki’s ear. “But don’t worry, I’ll manage.”