Sex & Mayhem 05 Red Hot (16 page)

Sam exhaled, his voice muted, as if it were coming from behind a thick door. “Okay.”

“You ready?” Jack asked Monster, who just nodded and went over to the cement mixer. Jack grabbed Ted and took the bloodied, moaning mess to the edge of the nearest vacant space on the floor. “You’re lucky to be going so quickly,” he said and pushed Ted into the cold cement grave. Loki couldn’t breathe. He walked up to the edge and looked into the hole. Ted’s body was just a collection of loose muscle and bones now. He kept asking for help, but he didn’t seem cohesive anymore. A cool tightness spread through Loki’s stomach when he watched him so near death.

Sam pulled out his gun and presented it to Jack, but Jack shook his head.

“He doesn’t deserve that,” he whispered and just nodded at Monster to start pouring the cement. Monster didn’t seem to share Sam’s sentiment and did what Jack asked him to. Loki stopped breathing when the thick, gray slush was poured between Ted’s feet, quickly spreading through the hole, enveloping the sides of his body. Ted gasped and frantically turned to his stomach, trying to pick himself up, but with his hands and legs bound, there was no chance of him succeeding. The cement was quickly rising in the hole, swallowing Ted like quicksand. His eyes and mouth were wide open, fighting for every breath, but there was no one there to help him. Loki wouldn’t. He wanted to open his pants and piss onto Ted’s face. Just like Ted had pissed on his fresh wounds way back.

Jack stood close enough for their arms to touch, and it made Loki’s hair bristle. He looked up at Jack, so, so grateful he couldn’t find words to describe it. Nobody had ever given him a more thoughtful, sincere gift. Was this what Candy had meant when she said that a biker protects his property? Was this the significance behind the patches the old ladies of the club carried with pride? As dubious as he was about the term, now that he’d witnessed Jack avenging Loki’s pain from two years ago, his back was suddenly itching for the vest he’d never get.

Ted was still flinching, only his mouth and nose still visible from underneath the thick liquid, when Sam walked up to Loki and put an arm around his back. It was pretty clear he wanted to put it over Loki’s shoulders, but with Sam being really short, it wasn’t an option. Still, Loki was surprised at the gesture.

“You’ll be okay, kid,” said Sam with a tight smile.

Seeing Sam’s touch must have encouraged Jack, because he moved closer and patted Loki’s back as well.

“Monster said he’ll stay and wrap things up here. We can go.”

Loki looked up from the bubble of air that made its way to the surface of the cement and nodded at Monster, who glanced at them from above his cell phone.

“Yeah, I still have stuff to do around here. Rest, Jack,” he said calmly before transferring his gaze to Loki. “And you take care of him.”

Loki gave a furious nod and dragged his hands down his face, overwhelmed by all that had happened tonight. Right now, what he needed most was to be alone with Jack. Touch him and talk to him, bury himself in Jack’s masculine scent.

“Me?” Jack let out a single laugh. “I just need some ice on my hands and a cold beer.”

Sam shook his head, and they made their way up the platform. “And what else? Pussy?”

Jack winked at Loki behind Sam’s back. “Maybe not just yet.”

Loki’s heart fluttered so hard it felt like it could raise him off the ground. He followed Jack on weak legs, on the leash of sweet words. Jack was such a good guy. So caring and genuine in everything he did.

Sam looked back with a frown. “Wow, you must be fucking destroyed.”

Jack sighed as they made their way to the nearest exit. “Well, I do have an extra hole in my body that shouldn’t be there.”

Loki exhaled. He wanted to say how sorry he was, but it wouldn’t be safe with Sam right next to them. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure he can rest and get better.”

Jack looked at his bloodied knuckles with an expression Loki couldn’t read. Gaze unfocused, slight frown. He could only hope that nothing would change for the worse between them.

Chapter 18

Red Jack was strangely calm when Loki got on the back of his bike back at the club house. He’d taken a quick shower that also helped some of the adrenaline to wear off. If Loki was to have two or three months of living left, he did deserve to get the attention he craved. Especially after what he’d been through.

As soon as they left town and rode down an empty road by the beach, Loki’s arms slid around Red Jack’s body and held on gently, avoiding where the freshly sewn-up wound was. The farther they went, the closer they seemed to sit on the bike, with Loki resting his head on Red Jack’s back, his chest pressing against Red Jack. Loki didn’t say a thing, but his body language told Red Jack that he’d done the right thing getting rid of that scum, Ted Mozer. A lowlife like him didn’t deserve to breathe another day.

It was deep into the night when they arrived at Red Jack’s house, and the dark windows had never seemed as inviting, even with the strange yet comfortable silence between him and Loki.

They got off the bike, and the strain in Red Jack’s side was annoying him again, but he tried not to show that in his walk. He gave his chopper a longing look before entering the house. The bike was the last thing he wanted to deal with now. It had been a long night, and the sky was already showing a purple glow.

What he couldn’t stop thinking of was Mozer and his fucking friends brutally raping and torturing Loki. If only he wanted, Loki deserved to see the rest of them kick the bucket as well. Worst of all, Red Jack wasn’t sure how to talk to Loki about the whole situation. It shed a whole new light on the way he acted, made him more real. Not just a fun person to have around and fuck. Something had changed, and Red Jack couldn’t pinpoint what. They both shared secrets that would stay between them. Maybe they were becoming friends? Dangerous territory.

He stiffened when Loki slowly slid his hand around his torso and pulled closer, burying his face between Red Jack’s shoulder blades. The hug was so stunningly intimate, just like the one they’d shared back at the garage before going off to get Mozer.

“Thank you,” whispered Loki.

Red Jack didn’t know how to answer, so he raised his hands to entwine their fingers. Was this even a valid thing, to want to fuck your friend? He’d never had female friends. Acquaintances—yes, but not friends. He had wanted to fuck Keith back in the day when they were best friends. Then again, they didn’t really do much, so it didn’t count. Should he now stop fucking Loki? Especially after what he’d learned about the horrific ordeal Loki had been through. Red Jack knew how to pulverize someone’s face, but all alone with Loki, in a dark, quiet house, he was completely out of his depth.

Loki exhaled, and through the thin fabric of his shirt, Red Jack felt soft lips pressing against him. “You do care about me.”

“It’s complicated.”

Loki pulled away without letting go of Red Jack’s hand. He slowly moved to face him and cradled Red Jack’s hand against his chest. The words had slipped out of Red Jack’s mouth earlier, but he did think Loki was pretty in his own way, with a luscious mouth that did amazing things to his cock and big eyes the color of tar. Red Jack found himself completely captivated by that shining gaze.

“Why?” asked Loki.

“You shot me. I’m not gay. I didn’t know what you’ve been through. You
are
pretty in a guy way. But then again, you’re also out of your fucking mind. I haven’t known you long, but it feels like I have. Too fucking confusing.”

Loki blinked, and his lips pressed into a pale line. “Why are you thinking so much?”

Red Jack groaned but didn’t let go of Loki’s hand. “I don’t know. There’s been a shitstorm of change in my life in a very short time. Maybe you should just go to sleep.”

Loki sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and chewed on it before bringing Red Jack’s hand to his lips and kissing it gently. “I’d rather do something else,” he whispered against Red Jack’s skin.

“Oh, yeah? Like what?” He couldn’t help a silly smile emerging on his face. Loki hooked his finger over one of the belt loops in Red Jack’s pants, gently tugging.

“I think you’d want to lie down for this one.”

Red Jack’s mouth went dry. Did he want a blow job? Fuck, yes. What kind of stupid question was that? But what if Loki secretly hated sucking cock after what Mozer and his buddies did, and only did it as a ‘thank you’ or something? From what he knew about Loki’s last relationship, the guy was capable of just that.

“I… You don’t have to do anything,” Red Jack mumbled, more than uncomfortable. He hated the idea that all the sloppy blow jobs, all the intense fucks could have been fake on Loki’s side. “I did what I thought was right.”

Loki exhaled, and the seductive smile dropped from his lips. He let go of Red Jack and tightly folded his arms across his chest. “I’m all healthy... I got tested after it happened... I wouldn’t fuck you if I weren’t.”

"What? I... yeah." Red Jack groaned and wrapped his hands on his nape. How did this get so hard? He knew the answer to that. They weren’t just roomies who fucked anymore. They were something else, and Red Jack had no idea what it was. “It’s just that I’m not like that scum, you know?” But he wasn’t sure anymore. Some girls avoided him. Maybe they had a reason? Lucy didn’t like him either, Paxton believed he pushed her sister off the right track, and he’d treated Loki like an easy fuck and nothing more.

Loki nodded, chewing on that pretty lip again. “Yeah, I know. You promised not to hurt me, and you... dealt with Ted.” He swallowed, looking away for a moment.

“So I’m worried that maybe I like to fuck you too hard, and that’s not really what you need right now.” Every word came out painfully slow. Red Jack would rather down a bottle of denatured alcohol than discuss this shit.

Loki covered his face with his palms. “Oh, God... that’s not how it works. I’ve... moved on. I don’t want to let those fuckers ruin my life.” He dropped his hands and looked up at Red Jack, his black eyes wide. “I like it when you just... overpower me, when you fuck me so hard I’m sore. I’ve always liked it that way.”

“You sure?” Red Jack swallowed. He didn’t want to be a sleazeball like Mozer. Now that he had a clearer picture of what the fucker had done to Loki, not only in the very end but throughout the whole relationship, he couldn’t help but wonder if maybe he had more in common with that lowlife than he’d like. He didn’t even see Loki as a person when they first met, and now that he got to know him better it made Red Jack feel like the worst piece of shit. “What about your latest ex? Did he do that?”

Loki pouted and gently pulled Red Jack toward the bedroom. There was no denying that was exactly where Red Jack wanted to be, even if the thought of possibly hurting Loki made it painfully awkward. “No. He was this... nice guy. He works at the hospital where I ended up after... all this happened,” Loki muttered, looking away as they entered the bedroom. Here at least there were no bloody spots on the floor.

“Doesn’t sound that nice to me if he threw you out of his house.” Red Jack raised his eyebrows and sat down on the bed. “You need to take my boots off, I can’t bend that much.”

Loki cleared his throat and slowly sank to his knees, so Red Jack could only see his head between his own spread legs. “I... he didn’t, like, put my stuff outside... I just didn’t feel wanted there anymore. We didn’t have the greatest relationship.”

Red Jack sighed and lifted his foot when prompted. “I hear words, but I have no idea what you’re saying.”

Loki was surprisingly gentle when he pulled off the boot, sliding it off Red Jack’s leg while still supporting his ankle. “He brought me the news, gave me a hug, and then told me he had an emergency meeting with the staff, or some shit. He didn’t want to deal with me dying. I was a comfortable boyfriend to have. That’s all. He didn’t really care about me.”

“Did you love him? He still sounds better than Mozer…”

Loki pulled off Red Jack’s other boot and started gently massaging the foot while his face remained rather blank. “Yeah. He was much, much better, and I really wanted to love him. It just couldn’t happen, no matter how nice he was. I felt guilty that I wasn’t grateful enough, but he just... wasn’t very exciting.”

Red Jack couldn’t help a stupid smile. “Did he have problems getting it up?”

Loki chuckled and playfully slapped Red Jack’s foot. “Stupid. No, but he was always so predictable. He didn’t touch me much, and it kinda felt like he was following a manual, because sex was always pretty much the same. He wanted to open up the relationship after the first few months, probably because he wanted to fuck some guy he met on Grindr and not feel guilty about it.” Loki rolled his eyes. “That was the biggest problem, I think. He was never straightforward, always wanted to weasel out of taking responsibility for his decisions. Whatever happened, it was always my fault.”

Red Jack sighed. He was pretty sure it wouldn’t be that bad to be with Loki only for these few months. The guy was fun to be around, and it wasn’t like Red Jack would fall in love with a man. It didn’t work that way. But with what Loki had been through, he deserved all the attention Red Jack could spare him. And Red Jack himself needed to cool down after Lucy’s bitter rejection.

“I’m not predictable?”

Loki’s hands slid up Red Jack’s legs, slowly trailing past his knees. “No. You’re a hot brute. I love it.”

Red Jack’s skin tingled, and he lay back on the bed with a smile. “And I have a big dick.”

Loki grinned, and slowly, very slowly leaned forward, pressing his mouth and nose against the front of Red Jack’s jeans. “It is a very nice cock, yeah. But I didn’t think anyone would care enough to stand up for me the way you did tonight,” he said softly.

Red Jack wasn’t sure how to explain the visceral rage and hatred that filled his chest the moment Mozer was mentioned again, so he tried to play it down. “I kinda had to when you said he shot me. I couldn’t tell them the truth.”

Loki lay on the bed next to Red Jack, gently putting his arm over Red Jack’s chest. “Sure you did,” he said in a tone that suggested he didn’t believe a word of what Red Jack said. Fair enough.

Red Jack entwined their fingers, enjoying the heat of Loki’s body against his. The beating of Red Jack’s heart was getting furious for no reason. He wasn’t even hard yet and still had his pants on. “Do you want to find the rest of them?” he whispered.

Loki’s hand squeezed around his with surprising strength. “Yes.”

“Let’s add that to the bucket list then.” Red Jack slowly turned around on his good side and gave Loki a kiss. Those had to be the sweetest lips he’d ever tasted. Clear of lipstick, smooth and inviting. Loki smiled into Red Jack’s mouth and moved closer, slipping his arms around him.

“You’re so romantic.”

Red Jack laughed before stealing another kiss and moving his hand along Loki’s side. “Bullshit. That’s one thing I’m not.”

Loki chuckled and stretched next to Red Jack. “I love you anyway.”

“Idiot. You must want to be in love real bad if you choose a useless fucker like me. It’s the money, isn’t it? Beach house, flat-screen TV…” Red Jack smirked and ran his fingers over Loki’s nipple.

Loki rubbed their noses together, tickling Red Jack’s skin with his warm breath. He too had taken a quick shower at the clubhouse, and his slightly damp hair had a pleasant earthy aroma, which penetrated Red Jack’s nose as they got closer.

“Maybe. I do like luxury. You need to buy me new shoes.”

“So I’m a sugar daddy now? You need to take off your old clothes if you want new ones.”

A flame went up in Loki’s eyes. “What should I take off first, Sugar Daddy Jack?”

Red Jack barely swallowed, choked up by the intimacy of the situation, by Loki’s body freely molded to his. “Your T-shirt.”

Loki grinned at him and pulled up the hem of his top, exposing his hard stomach in slow motion. Red Jack hadn’t really taken his time watching Loki’s body, but it was
fine
. All toned muscle under smooth skin, with a trail of dark hairs disappearing in his jeans. Red Jack had been denying himself the pleasure of truly exploring all Loki had to offer, but after the night they’d had, he wasn’t worried that Loki would mock him if he wanted more. He was wounded after all.

Red Jack reached out to stroke Loki’s stomach. Despite all Loki had been through, his body still seemed so strong and firm. “Now the jeans.”

Loki’s gaze zeroed in on Red Jack’s, his pitch-black eyes wide, and for a moment, Red Jack considered taking his fingers away. But Loki covered them with his palm, gently squeezing before trailing lower. The hard stomach trembled slightly, raising Red Jack’s hand as Loki opened his belt.

Throughout his life, Red Jack had mostly focused on
not
looking at guys’ dicks, to avoid shitty situations, so the prospect of actually getting to play with Loki’s cock was getting him both excited and nervous. He had jerked him off a few times, but he’d always been guarded, ashamed of what Loki might think of him. His tongue was still dry as woodchips, but he was sure he’d start salivating when the cock came to view. He’d been more than curious about exploring other dicks, but had always been too self-conscious about it.

Loki slowly pushed his pants lower and lower, but Red Jack’s eyes stayed focused on the elongated shape at the front of his briefs, hugged against the left side of his underbelly. The spell was only broken when the jeans fell to the floor with a soft thud.

Loki leaned in and whispered into Red Jack’s ear, triggering a sudden tingle at the base of Red Jack’s spine. “What now, Sugar Daddy Jack?”

Red Jack took a deep breath and reached out to Loki’s dick, cupping it through the briefs. Rock solid already. “Take those off too.”

Loki gasped, and for a brief moment, his face went slack, his eyes rolled back. He was quick to listen to Red Jack’s command and tossed his briefs at the nearest wall. “Done.”

Red Jack lay back and spread his arms, but his heart was in his throat at the thought of what he was about to do. “You give me your word this stays between us only, right?” He’d kill Loki with his bare hands if that wasn’t the case, but wanted to make sure.