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Authors: K.A. Merikan
Heart Ripper - Coffin Nails MC (gay biker M/M romance) (Sex & Mayhem Book 9)
Heart Ripper- Coffin Nails MC
Sex & Mayhem #9
K.A. Merikan
Acerbi & Villani ltd
Heart Ripper – Coffin Nails MC
K.A. Merikan
—- You always
want what you can’t have. —-
David.
Catholic. Gay. Set on keeping his
purity ring.
Raja.
Biker. Manwhore. Never refuses a
bet.
David
has always tried to be the best son
his parents could dream of.
Always at church on Sunday.
Always eager to help with the garden.
Always trying his best at school.
Prim, proper, innocent, and kind.
But deep inside of him, there is a yearning
planted by the devil himself, and when a cocky, foul-mouthed biker pulls him a
step too far, David doesn’t fall into the abyss. He
leaps
.
Raja is all he’s ever dreamed of, yet didn’t dare
voice. Older, dangerous, a wall of muscle with a grip so strong David can’t
resist him no matter how hard he tries.
As a freshly appointed president of a motorcycle
club on the verge of ruin,
Raja
has a lot to live up to. Being gay
doesn’t do him any favors in terms of commanding the respect of his men. He has
his way of compensating though.
Always first in a fight.
Always bragging about his sexual conquests.
Always up for a bet.
Daring, tattooed, sexy, and unapologetic.
After he boasts he can have any man he wants, he
gets challenged to hook up with the preppy guy wallflowering at a party. Raja
can’t wait to pop the innocent cutie’s cherry. But when he finds out the guy is
his friend’s younger brother, life gets a whole lot messier.
Why is the one guy who should be off-limits
always the most tempting?
POSSIBLE SPOILERS:
Themes:
Outlaw motorcycle club, organized crime, religion,
homophobia, bet, good boy meets bad boy, coming out
Genre:
M/M romance, suspense
Length:
~100,000 words (Standalone novel)
WARNING:
This book contains steamy content and graphic
violence.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of
characters to actual persons, living, dead, or undead, events, places or names
is purely coincidental.
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Text copyright © 2016 K.A. Merikan
All Rights Reserved
Cover design by
Natasha Snow
Table of Contents
Raja always stuck out like a sore thumb in a crowd
of people with skin ranging from pinkish white in winter to golden in the
summer. His hair was as black as crow feathers and very thick, while many of
his brothers were losing the fight against male pattern baldness. He was also
openly gay among bikers, something that was thankfully not that big of a deal
at this party.
He sat on a simple wooden chair and sipped beer
from a bottle, watching his men socialize with Detroit’s Coffin Nails. The
party was much less rowdy than the ones Raja was used to, but it was being thrown
for a newborn after all. Still, with both the little boy’s father and
grandfather being bikers, many of the family and friends gathered wore leather,
rock and roll was the background music, and beer was the beverage of choice.
The large, open-plan living room was jam-packed with people celebrating the
first grandson of Priest, the president of the Detroit chapter of Coffin Nails
MC. With the drinking intensifying and the volume of the music getting turned
up, the young mother and baby would soon be retreating upstairs anyway.
As the president of the nearby Coffin Nails MC
chapter in Toledo, Raja was one of the first to congratulate Priest on the
grandson, but despite the man being courteous and respectful, there was a
disconnect between them that was eating at Raja’s gut. He had no idea if the
man was racist, homophobic, or just didn’t like the brand of beer Raja was
drinking, but if Raja wanted his tiny chapter to matter, he needed to earn
Priest’s trust. There was enough bad blood still remaining after Raja’s former
president attacked the Detroit Nails, with bloody consequences to influence the
relationship between the chapters.
“You look so young for a club president!” came
from the side, and a young guy with long blond hair and a
Motörhead
T-shirt came up to him
holding a tray of shots. “I’m Lucky. You must be Raja.” He smiled widely, and
Raja couldn’t help but let his gaze trail down the long legs in tight skinny
jeans.
He smiled and slowly got to his feet, looking at
the pretty guy from above. “I think I might be the lucky one.”
“You will be when you have this drink.” Lucky
passed him a blue shot. “I call it Vodka Hell.” With the Coffin Nails Detroit
VP being openly gay, it was no surprise there would be gay men among the
hangarounds, battling the women for biker meat, but this one was a particularly
fine specimen.
Raja brushed his fingertips over Lucky’s as he
took the shot, his eyes never leaving the guy’s blue gaze. He didn’t care this
was a baby-welcome party. If this pretty boy was flirting with him, there was
no reason to back away. “What’s in it?”
“UV Blue vodka. It might make your piss glow in
the dark.” Lucky’s smile widened, and Raja took half a step closer before
chugging the shot in one go. It burned as it passed through his throat, but he
did his best and smiled at Lucky when he put the shot glass back on the tray.
“Is that an excuse to follow bikers to the
bathroom?"
“We should have a contest by the end of the night
and see whose piss glows most.” Lucky downed a shot himself, his Adam’s apple
bobbing deliciously in front of Raja’s face. It was juicy enough to bite into,
and Raja pulled on a strand of Lucky’s blond hair discreetly.
“You and I could have it very soon.”
Lucky snorted, and his pupils widened. “Not while
the baby is still here!” He slapped Raja’s arm. “On another note, do you have a
regular barber to care for your beard?” He reached out to the curled tips of
Raja’s bushy moustache. “I own a barber shop nearby, I’d love to give you a
discount.”
Raja inhaled the scent of vodka and oranges that
clung to Lucky’s fingers, but he looked away from the boy the moment he spotted
a tall presence approaching them. Tooth, the vice president of Coffin Nails
Detroit, was storming Raja’s way, his long hair and thick beard making him look
menacing even at a party like this one.
Lucky followed Raja’s gaze, but when he turned
around, Raja froze, trying not to let any of his throat-clenching anxiety come
to the surface. He was
fucked
. The patches on the back of Lucky’s vest
read
Property of Tooth
. Did the little fucker get a kick out of being a
cocktease?
Tooth seemed even taller when he stood so close to
Raja, and his gaze burned like acid thrown into Raja’s face. “I see you already
met my property,” he said, lowering his eyes at Lucky, who just smiled
innocently.
“I was just telling Raja he should visit my shop.
Tooth’s a regular.” He reached up and petted Tooth’s beard. It was like seeing
a kitten knead a lion’s mane.
Raja nodded at Tooth, watching the man’s thick
hands squeezing Lucky’s arms and pulling him closer. If there was something
Raja really didn’t want to happen, it was his relationship with the only openly
gay biker in the area going sour. It was Tooth who spared Raja the necessity of
coming up with something that was apologetic without sounding like a pussy.
“It’s fine. This boy here really wants to earn a
spanking,” Tooth said, shooting Lucky a dark glance.
Lucky pouted and rolled his eyes. “Jeez, I was
just being friendly, handing out drinks and all that.”
“Sure you were,” said Tooth.
Over Lucky’s shoulder, a pair of green eyes met
Raja’s and instantly looked away. If Raja considered himself a bit of an
outsider, the young guy wallflowering with a Coke was like an alien from
another planet in his white, buttoned-up shirt and a stripy blue tie to match
his cardigan.
“It’s called
networking
,” Lucky grumbled.
Tooth frowned at him, but he didn’t seem overly
bothered by Lucky’s behavior, so maybe it was the boy’s usual style to
blatantly flirt with guys while his man was around. Talk about keeping the
temperature boiling in the relationship...
Tooth shook his head with a crooked smirk and sent
Lucky on his way with a slap on the ass. “He can be a pest, but he’s a damn
good barber. You should take him up on that invitation.”
Raja relaxed and drank some of his beer, keeping
Tooth’s gaze. It was the first time they got to talk that day, and it had been
eating at him for hours. With the Toledo chapter being desperately short on men
since their patchover into Coffin Nails, Raja was getting increasingly nervous
about their dependence on the Detroit chapter. They needed to bring something
to the table if they wanted to become more independent and gain respect within
the larger Coffin Nails organization. A good relationship between the chapters
was a start, and with Tooth also being gay, Raja felt much more at ease talking
to him than Priest.
“I just might. My beard’s getting unruly.”
Tooth nodded. “How about you come over in a few
days. We can talk without all those distractions,” he said, moving his hand
around the living room.
“Sure. I’ll let you know.”
Blade waved at Raja from a table on the other side
of the room. The guy had a beer in hand and seemed to be the life of the party
consisting of the three other men from their chapter and a few female
hangarounds, who kept breaking out in loud laughs. Raja’s VP, Spin, was there
as well, spilling beer all over his long white beard. Hunter, who used to be a
part of their chapter, was too busy with his girlfriend and their newborn baby
to go join them.
Tooth raised his beer with a small smile and
walked off to a different group of people. Raja glanced at the guy in the
cardigan, and caught him staring again. Could he be Lucky’s friend? He had a
pretty face with an angular jaw, symmetrical features, and wavy light brown
hair in a tidy undercut. Raja winked at him, with a smile spreading across his
face when the guy flushed so rapidly it looked as if someone had steamed him
with hot vapor.
Just as Raja was considering his chances with the
All-American looking twink, Blade came up and obscured the boy with his
powerful chest. He pushed some of his greasy long hair back and passed Raja
another chilled beer.
“Saw you making friends with all the gays.” Blade
snorted and elbowed Raja as if his joke was a good one.
“Not all of them,” said Raja, letting the comment
slide. He figured that his brothers’ acceptance of him in a position of power
was good enough as a sign of approval. He’d let them have their fun, but that
didn’t mean he wouldn’t have any himself.
Blade raised his eyebrows with a grin. “Oh, yeah?
Who else?” He turned around to stand arm to arm with Raja.
“That preppy boy on the other side of the room. I
bet there’s more.”
The boy insistently stared at his Coke, red as a
lobster.
“You think he’s gay? Now that I think of it, it’s
a bit shit to be gay. Such a small pool to choose from.”
Irritation flared up underneath Raja’s skin, but
he didn’t lose his smile. “Might be a smaller pool, but everyone’s up for the
taking. I could get my hands on any gay man here—well, except for Tooth and his
boy—and have my cock buried in their mouth up to the balls within fifteen
minutes,” he said, knowing the explicit language would make Blade
uncomfortable.
Blade took a big gulp of beer, and Raja was hoping
it was to mask that he didn’t know what to say to that. “Yeah, right,” he
mumbled in the end. “I bet you couldn’t get anywhere with that choir boy over
there.” He discreetly pointed to the cutie with his can.
Raja studied the red skin on the boy’s exposed
neck, and there it was, the guy glanced up at him again. His body language
spoke of shyness, but his eyes were telling a different story, even if the boy
did look away quickly. He bit that plump mouth, watching his drink as if it
could somehow save him from Raja’s grabby hands.
“No, I totally could. He’s one of those guys who
want to be approached, and as soon as they can, they drop to their knees, ready
to service you,” said Raja, taking a swig of his beer. “It’s much easier than
it is for you straight guys.”
Blade shook his head. “I bet you a bike wash you
can’t get a blowjob out of him. He’s got
virgin-forever
painted all over
his face.”
Raja let out a sharp laugh, watching his friend in
surprise. He hadn’t thought Blade would actually dare him to debauch that
little lamb. “Deal,” he said, offering Blade his hand.
Blade laughed and shook it. “You’re one cocky
bastard.”
As if sensing the delicious danger on his heels,
the young guy put away his empty glass and turned around to leave the room.
That was Raja’s cue. He winked at Blade and handed him the beer, following the
boy as quickly as he could get away with without catching anyone’s attention.
The blue cardigan stood out like a sore thumb in a room full of leather and
dark denim, and Raja stayed on its track like a lion waiting for the young
gazelle to part from its herd.