Bare-Knuckle Love (biker gay dark erotic romance) (Rabid Mongrels MC Book 1) (2 page)

Chapter 2

Jason woke up dizzy and aching all over, with an orchestra playing out of tune in his head. When he tried to reach for his forehead, he realized his hands were cuffed to the back of the chair, and the chair itself wouldn’t budge at all, as if someone screwed it to the floor.

Jason’s mind was still a bit fuzzy, but he was pretty sure he’d been Tasered. Like a fucking dog. He tried to pull on the chair a few more times before resigning to sit in his place.

He was lucky to still be alive, considering how much money he cost the guy who hired him. He let his body vaguely relax and looked around, frowning when he noticed stands with free weights and other gym equipment all over the small unfurnished room. The walls were a sickly green color, and the lamp above his head looked like it belonged in someone’s living room— it was a metal fixture with only two lightbulbs out of six working.

No windows, only one door. This was a fucking trap. Did they want to torture him first? He was a strong guy, but no matter how much he strained his muscles and pulled on the handcuffs, all his efforts seemed pointless. Sweat beaded on his neck and trailed down his chest as the heat of the closed space got to him, though all he was wearing were the knee-length shorts he had worn during the fight. The aftertaste of Titan’s blood was still there as well, and at the moment, he longed for more of it to soothe his thirst. At least that gave Jason a bit of satisfaction in the otherwise dreary situation.

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but when he finally heard sounds of footsteps behind the door, every tendon in his body tensed with the need to fight. Two pairs of footsteps. Two low, masculine voices. What they were saying, he couldn’t tell, but while one was clearly agitated, the other had the monotone, relaxed melody Jason learned to associate with stoners.

Jason had his ankles tied to the legs of the chair, so kicking his interrogator was out of the question as well. What was he to say anyway? That he lost his mind because he noticed his high school crush? That wouldn’t fly, even if he lied and said it was a woman. He needed to think of something better. Only now he realized he left his phone at the venue. All blood drained from his face just in time for the door to open. Jason blanked.

Hyde looked down at him, leaning against the doorframe just like Jason remembered him doing back in high school. With his hands in the pockets of loose-fitting jeans that still managed to show off all the delicious lines of Hyde’s hips, he looked masculine and hot without trying. His black tank top revealed toned shoulders, and the arms that used to be just tan skin were now covered by full-sleeve tattoos. Jason’s gaze was drawn to the old-school eagle Hyde got inked on his arm way back, but now, it was woven into a colorful jungle of wild animals shown in the midst of a fight to the death. Hyde had always been handsome, and he still wore his dirty blond hair in the same style— pulled back into a short ponytail— but his features were now so much more masculine. The cleft in his chin was deeper. His hazel eyes brighter. The broad, perfect nose and luscious lips seemed almost obscenely beautiful with the short stubble as a frame. A big pink balloon of bubblegum leaving Hyde’s lips yanked Jason out of his stupor.

The balloon popped, and Jason still didn’t know what to say. Hyde didn’t seem surprised or bothered by the position Jason was in, and Jason’s heart sunk more with each second. His eyes strayed to the fair hair covering the colorful ink on Hyde’s forearms. He’d lick each one. Unfulfilled fantasies were the last thing that should be on his mind, though, and Jason clenched his teeth tighter.

“You smoke?” asked Hyde, entering the room casually, as if dealing with imprisoned men was something he did every day. He locked the door behind himself and grinned, chewing the gum loudly. His voice had an underlying rasp that tickled each cell in Jason’s body.

Jason’s thighs clenched on their own accord. “No.”

Hyde clapped his hands. “Good. I thought you wouldn’t. Someone like you must take care of themselves, huh?” he asked, leaning against the door. “I changed my clothes just for you. I don’t know if smelling it on someone can give you cancer as well, and we need to take good care of your health now.”

Jason frowned. Was this a veiled threat? A way to cleverly say
We can keep you alive for days and days of torment
? The hairs on Jason’s forearms bristled as he followed Hyde with his gaze. He doubted Hyde remembered him from school, so those potential points were lost. He used to be a nobody back then. Not that he was much of a celebrity now, but at least he wasn’t scrawny anymore.

Jason couldn’t help his eyes wandering to the hole in the jeans on Hyde’s knee. Just that glimpse of skin gave him goose bumps.

Hyde squinted as the silence became too long. “You not grateful?”

Jason curled his shoulders. “I suppose,” he mumbled, daring to look Hyde up and down. He supposed it didn’t matter what clothes were on a man set to interrogate, torture, or kill him. Then again, if he were to die, he’d like Hyde to be naked. A silly smile forced its way to his lips.

Hyde’s pale eyebrows shot up. “I like jokes. Would you like to share?”

Jason licked his lips. “You wouldn’t find it funny.”

Hyde stepped closer, and his jeans brushed over Jason’s bare knee. “Try me.”

The flush crawling up Jason’s neck wasn’t doing him any good as he tried to come up with something to say. “Why am I here?” A change of topic would be a better option, just like distractions were in the cage.

The low, honest laugh that left Hyde’s lips made Jason start in his chair.

“Good! That’s very good!” Hyde chuckled before blowing yet another bubblegum balloon. He leaned forward and gave Jason’s shoulder a playful pat.

Jason groaned. “Okay, okay. Why are
you
here?” Oh, God, he could smell that bubblegum, and instantly imagined that Hyde’s lips would taste of it. A thought appropriate for the loser/pervert that he was.

Laughter died on Hyde’s lips, and his face became dead serious. A chill went all the way down Jason’s spine. He remembered very well where Hyde’s nickname came from. Back in high school, he was a popular guy, everyone’s friend, only he could smile one minute and beat someone into a bloody pulp under the bleachers the next. Like a modern day Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

“I’m a guy who lost a lot of money tonight,” hissed Hyde.

Jason stilled and licked his dry lips. “I made a deal with someone else…”

“That was an associate. And now all plans for a new car for my wife are fucked.”

Jason swallowed, the anticipation of a hit becoming worse than actual pain would be. Worse still, a part of him hated that he disappointed Hyde. It wasn’t logical in any way, since the guy didn’t know him and had a wife on top of that, but Jason still wanted to please him. Like when Hyde asked him to get a beer at a high school party, but by the time Jason came back with it, Hyde had already gone off somewhere.

“Um… Sorry?”

Hyde snorted. “Come on, you can do better than that. You just sucked my fucking bones clean, my friend.”

“Shit happens.” Jason looked down to that tiny bit of skin visible through the hole in Hyde’s jeans.

Hyde laughed, stepping closer and now standing over Jason’s knees. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure Titan shit himself out there.” He cleared his throat. “Don’t tell him I said that.”

Jason’s eyes went wide at the closeness, and he stared straight at Hyde’s crotch. This wasn’t happening. He glued his back to the chair. “Is he alive?” Breath got trapped in Jason’s chest. He couldn’t care less if Titan was alive. All he cared about was Hyde’s dick so close to his face. Father had always called him a cocksucker in anger, but the old bastard had never known just how right he had been about Jason.

Hyde shrugged. “Yeah, but he’s not getting married anytime soon. Who’d want him now, right?” he asked with a wide smile. “Unless you would. From what I could see, you found him quite
delectable
.”

Embarrassment swamped Jason like a typhoon. He’d actually bitten a guy’s cheek off. He was some kind of monster, completely disconnected from real life. All he thought of back then was winning. He wanted a chance to show how amazing he could be to a guy who didn’t care about it. To a guy who’d actually bet
against
him. “I don’t usually eat people,” he growled, his face pulsing with heat.

“Are you a comedian?”

Jason scowled and stayed silent, settling on giving Hyde’s crotch a discreet sniff. Smelling guys was one of the reasons he liked hanging out at the gym. A little secret his family didn’t know anything about.

“I saw that,” said a voice from above.

Jason’s muscles stiffened, and he looked up to avoid staring at Hyde’s crotch. “Saw what?” he snarled, getting agitated all too quickly. He was so far out of his comfort zone it wasn’t even funny anymore. The broad, mean smile on Hyde’s face told him exactly what he was talking about, but Jason would not admit to it. Ever.

But just when he thought his situation couldn’t get any worse, Hyde reached into his pocket and pulled out Jason’s phone. “There’s lots of interesting stuff on here.”

No. No. No. No. No.

Jason’s life was
over
. He would die out of embarrassment. “Is there? I just got it off some guy. Didn’t format it yet.” Such a blatant fucking lie. Jason was already wheezing.

Hyde waved his hand dismissively. “I found all that naked combat footage, and I thought
Wow, this guy’s dedicated!
Then, those sneak pics of guys training might come off as a bit creepy, but I suppose a man needs to know who he’s up against. But my favorite’s this one,” said Hyde before turning the screen toward Jason, and it was almost as if he spat in his face.

Hyde turned up the volume as far as it would go. It was a porn clip Jason had bookmarked. A hot young wrestler getting fucked by his opponent, with his outfit torn on the backside. And soon enough, their coach joined in to plow the guy’s mouth as well.

Even in this horrible situation, with his life on the line, Jason felt a tingle of excitement stir in his balls. He’d jerked off to that video a dozen times at least. Having Hyde’s scent so close wasn’t helping either.

“I said it’s not mine,” Jason hissed through gritted teeth.

Hyde grinned, and no matter how hard Jason tried, his eyes were back on the zipper in front of him when he heard it open. All the hairs on Jason’s body bristled, and this time it was arousal that Tasered his whole body. What was happening? He dared to look up at Hyde with the question in his eyes.

“I think it’s time to talk man-to-man,” said Hyde, switching off the video, and putting the phone on a training bench close by. The navy cotton of his underwear was peeking through the open zipper. “I won’t let you go until you get my money back. And the club’s. This time, you have to honestly promise me to lose.”

“Why would you trust me?” Jason looked from Hyde’s handsome face to the zipper and back up again. This was surreal. Was this supposed to be like a treat for him? After all he’d done? Or was it some twisted punishment in a straight guy’s mind— making the fag suck dick?

“I
don’t
trust you. I just think you’ll know what’s good for you,” said Hyde, hooking his thumbs through the belt loops of his jeans and pulling them slightly lower.

“Are you trying to threaten me with your dick?” Jason let out a laugh that sounded fake even to him. He was so nervous his stomach clenched to the size of a nut. His erection, on the other hand, would not listen to reason.

“Why would a nice, long dick be a threat?” asked Hyde, and Jason went into tunnel-vision mode when that tan hand dove into the navy boxer shorts, only to reappear holding a beautiful specimen of a cock. Already half-hard, it was a good size, thick and on the longer side. Just looking at it had Jason’s shorts becoming that much more uncomfortable.

“Are you t-trying to… befriend me with it?” Jason whispered. His face was burning, but he wouldn’t dare blink. He’d never been this close to sucking another guy’s dick, and the prospect of giving head to Hyde was making him sweat. His insides fluttered, and his own cock saluted. He’d fantasized about Hyde’s dick many times, but the reality of it, the full, glorious 3-D was incomparable with his imagination. The musky yet clean smell of it pulled him in like a leash.

Hyde chuckled above Jason, and he gave his beautiful tool a slow, loving pump.

“You could say that. I’m feeling generous.”

Jason swallowed, not minding the handcuffs anymore. “Not afraid I’ll bite it off?” As soon as he’d said that, he realized it wasn’t the smoothest of jokes after he’d actually bitten a guy’s cheek a few hours ago. “I mean…” He took a deep breath, unsure what he meant anymore, too absorbed with that meaty, glistening cockhead in front of him. He didn’t expect the warm hand cupping the top of his head.