Red Hot(Sex & Mayhem #5)(85)

Loki gasped, rolling his head to give Red Jack easier access to his neck. “You always do. Such a badass fucker.”

“I always will. I’ll get as many fucks as I can.” Red Jack slipped his hands under Loki’s body and all the way to his ass. This wasn’t fair. He wanted to keep Loki forever. “I even have a surprise for you once you’re ready to get up.” Red Jack ran his tongue all the way to Loki’s collarbone.

Loki chuckled and grabbed Jack’s beard, pulling him in for a deep kiss that awakened all of Red Jack’s senses more effectively than any cold shower would. “You feel so fucking good”

“Better than any other guy you’ve been with?” Red Jack knew it sounded needy, but he didn’t care anymore. He squeezed Loki’s ass and rubbed his awakening dick over Loki’s stomach.

Loki opened his eyes and nuzzled Red Jack’s nose. “Like no one ever. I’d never get tired of you,” he whispered, and with the way he looked at Red Jack, soft and yet so direct, there was no way he didn’t mean it.

The ache around the gunshot scar on Red Jack’s side when he twisted too abruptly, reminded him of the more violent times in their relationship, but he still wouldn’t trade them for the world. Loki made him feel so intensely, as if there was suddenly more blood pumping through his life.

Loki sighed and petted Red Jack’s face, ghosting his fingers over the cheekbones, the ear. “When you look at me now, I know you’re not just here because I make your cock feel good.”

“You’ve made me feel things that I thought were dead in me,” Red Jack whispered and pulled Loki’s legs around his hips.

Loki tightened them around him and trailed his hands down Red Jack’s chest. He rubbed his warm palms over Red Jack’s heart before moving them all the way to Red Jack’s neck and back down. The touch fueled the fire raging in Red Jack’s stomach, prompting him to grind his hips against Loki.

Seeing Loki sleep on the sofa truly felt like coming home. No matter how shit Loki was at cooking, or how messy the room was, his presence made the house a home more than any flat-screen TV or XboX ever could.

“I need you close,” Red Jack whispered. If they were to only get forty-eight hours together, he’d make them the most intense two days of their lives.

Loki’s breath trembled when he arched his hips to meet Red Jack’s. Their bodies fit together so well, sliding close, with warm skin and firm muscle as padding. Loki’s hair was already tangled up under his head, his mouth open and inviting. With Loki, Red Jack felt completely accepted as he was.

“Me too. Will you fuck me?” uttered Loki.

“Yeah, nice and slow this time.” Red Jack leaned down for a kiss, trailing his tongue over Loki’s, penetrating that hot, eager mouth. His dick was already hard, but he wouldn’t need to leave the comfort of their cocoon, as he’d brought lube with him from the bathroom. All they needed. A bit of slide, and they could go at it. There were no games between them, no insecurities or stupid worries. Just kisses, fucking, and a closeness Red Jack had never experienced before.

Loki reached between their bodies and smeared the lube over Red Jack’s cock, gently pulling his fingers over the whole length. Their eyes were locked, even as no words passed between them anymore. There were none necessary. A hot spark tore through the length of Red Jack’s spine when Loki pulled Red Jack’s cock between his spread buttocks, to the center of heat that made Red Jack’s muscles turn soft.

Loki wanted this fuck as much as Red Jack did, and that alone had him hard as ever. He closed his eyes, enjoying the way their bodies melted together in sweat and lust.





Chapter 25



With the sofa being too narrow for both of them to sleep on, they eventually tumbled to the floor but wrapped in the blanket and lying on the padding of Jack’s hot, muscled flesh, Loki had nothing to complain about. He awoke very early in the morning, his mind still hazy with the intensity of their sex, with Jack’s scent clinging to his skin like a mark of ownership, very much like the tattoo that Loki now carried on his back.

He closed his eyes and listened to each steady breath that moved his head up and down on Jack’s chest. The heart hidden within the firm flesh was drumming steadily and lulled Loki back to sleep. When he awoke again, the sun was already high in the sky. He yawned, stretching over Jack, and let his nose explore the scent of yesterday’s sweat.

Jack mumbled something, but Loki was pretty sure he was still asleep. He slid off gently, not to wake Jack up and sat next to him, adoring every freckle on his body, memorizing every tattoo, so well visible in the bright light coming through the wooden blinds. He lay next to him, getting an eyeful of his gorgeous man simply breathing. Jack was strong, healthy, so very alive. He would live on after Loki died, and as happy as Loki was about someone caring for him, someone who would be with him till the very end, he couldn’t deny the sour aftertaste that came with the happy thoughts. He didn’t want Jack to suffer loss, especially not after what Jack had told him about Keith. It had been years, and Jack had never even spent the money Keith left behind. Would he be as inconsolable after Loki?