Bare-Knuckle Love (biker gay dark erotic romance) (Rabid Mongrels MC Book 1) by K.A. Merikan Page B
Authors: K.A. Merikan
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down. He stilled, listening to the sounds coming from the darkness, and when nothing happened, he opened the door, trying to make the motion as smooth as possible.
Hyde’s room was big and airy, with a built-in closet that covered the entire wall and a huge bed under the window. The moment Jason stepped in, his nose picked up the scent of Hyde— fresh linen with a hint of tobacco and lime.
Jason took a deep breath and pushed down his pajama pants. He was ready to let his body do the talking. His stomach was twisting and knotting at the idea of going for full-on sex, but he’d never be more ready than now. He swallowed and slid under the covers to the deafening roar of blood pulsing in his ears.
Hyde let out a groan and pulled his pillow closer, completely peaceful in the bluish light coming through the blinds. Such a fucking handsome specimen of a man, with his long hair in disarray and lips slightly parted. Jason ran his fingertips over Hyde’s forearms. They hadn’t really touched much other than in sex, and as much as Jason craved the contact, he was too scared to actually sleep with a guy in the same bed. That would mean other things than lust.
Hyde sighed and pressed his eyes tightly shut. “The hell?” he mumbled. “Who let you in here?”
Jason bit on his lip. “It wasn’t locked.” He moved his hand to Hyde’s stomach, and a shiver went down his spine. A body to die for. And Jason would do a lot to stay in Hyde’s good graces, but what was he to say? I’ll do whatever you want ? That would not put him in a good position.
Hyde’s stomach moved under Jason’s touch, so warm, with soft hair creating a path down from his navel. Jason would love to just dive under the comforter and follow that trail.
“I never invited you,” rasped Hyde.
The blade of those words was sinking into Jason’s chest, but he still impaled himself on it by moving closer. “I thought you’d like me here anyway…?”
Hyde laughed, rolling to his back. The sparse light showed off his wide, sheepish grin. “Told you. If you want me to fuck you, lose the fucking game tomorrow.”
“Come on,” Jason hissed, happy about the darkness, because he could feel his face heat up. “It’s not just about that, is it…? You said you think I’m hot.” Now he was starting to disbelieve it himself. Could it be that this had been all just some twisted ploy to make him cooperate?
“As many of them are. You think you’re special or something?” whispered Hyde, gently kicking Jason under the comforter. It felt like a blow to the stomach. “You betrayed my trust two times now, and I’m not gonna reward you with my cock.”
Jason pulled away, painfully aware that hurt had to be painted all over his face. He should have never sucked Hyde’s dick in the first place. He really was a stupid fuck. “I just wanted a quick fuck before bed, so don’t make it a big deal.” Jason retreated out of the bed, desperate to stop embarrassing himself. Where did he drop his fucking pants?
“I hope you didn’t masturbate while watching me sleep,” growled Hyde, rolling over to face away from Jason. It was humiliating beyond belief.
“Fuck off, asshole. This experiment is over,” Jason snarled in return and pulled on his pajamas. He hurt all over from rejection twisting the knife inside of him. For the first time in his life, he decided to go for it, and he got the finger. How appropriate for a loser fuck-up like him. His father had been right. He was worth as little as his dog, and his father hung poor Ratso from a tree.
He stumbled out of the room, with the voice in the back of his head getting louder and louder. Telling him to die already.
Chapter 8
The people outside were ready to rip Jason’s heart out and chew through it, at least that was what Spotty told him as they arrived at the venue. It was an old bowling alley this time, with the cage erected in the basement, just like the week before. Titan won his
Hyde’s room was big and airy, with a built-in closet that covered the entire wall and a huge bed under the window. The moment Jason stepped in, his nose picked up the scent of Hyde— fresh linen with a hint of tobacco and lime.
Jason took a deep breath and pushed down his pajama pants. He was ready to let his body do the talking. His stomach was twisting and knotting at the idea of going for full-on sex, but he’d never be more ready than now. He swallowed and slid under the covers to the deafening roar of blood pulsing in his ears.
Hyde let out a groan and pulled his pillow closer, completely peaceful in the bluish light coming through the blinds. Such a fucking handsome specimen of a man, with his long hair in disarray and lips slightly parted. Jason ran his fingertips over Hyde’s forearms. They hadn’t really touched much other than in sex, and as much as Jason craved the contact, he was too scared to actually sleep with a guy in the same bed. That would mean other things than lust.
Hyde sighed and pressed his eyes tightly shut. “The hell?” he mumbled. “Who let you in here?”
Jason bit on his lip. “It wasn’t locked.” He moved his hand to Hyde’s stomach, and a shiver went down his spine. A body to die for. And Jason would do a lot to stay in Hyde’s good graces, but what was he to say? I’ll do whatever you want ? That would not put him in a good position.
Hyde’s stomach moved under Jason’s touch, so warm, with soft hair creating a path down from his navel. Jason would love to just dive under the comforter and follow that trail.
“I never invited you,” rasped Hyde.
The blade of those words was sinking into Jason’s chest, but he still impaled himself on it by moving closer. “I thought you’d like me here anyway…?”
Hyde laughed, rolling to his back. The sparse light showed off his wide, sheepish grin. “Told you. If you want me to fuck you, lose the fucking game tomorrow.”
“Come on,” Jason hissed, happy about the darkness, because he could feel his face heat up. “It’s not just about that, is it…? You said you think I’m hot.” Now he was starting to disbelieve it himself. Could it be that this had been all just some twisted ploy to make him cooperate?
“As many of them are. You think you’re special or something?” whispered Hyde, gently kicking Jason under the comforter. It felt like a blow to the stomach. “You betrayed my trust two times now, and I’m not gonna reward you with my cock.”
Jason pulled away, painfully aware that hurt had to be painted all over his face. He should have never sucked Hyde’s dick in the first place. He really was a stupid fuck. “I just wanted a quick fuck before bed, so don’t make it a big deal.” Jason retreated out of the bed, desperate to stop embarrassing himself. Where did he drop his fucking pants?
“I hope you didn’t masturbate while watching me sleep,” growled Hyde, rolling over to face away from Jason. It was humiliating beyond belief.
“Fuck off, asshole. This experiment is over,” Jason snarled in return and pulled on his pajamas. He hurt all over from rejection twisting the knife inside of him. For the first time in his life, he decided to go for it, and he got the finger. How appropriate for a loser fuck-up like him. His father had been right. He was worth as little as his dog, and his father hung poor Ratso from a tree.
He stumbled out of the room, with the voice in the back of his head getting louder and louder. Telling him to die already.
Chapter 8
The people outside were ready to rip Jason’s heart out and chew through it, at least that was what Spotty told him as they arrived at the venue. It was an old bowling alley this time, with the cage erected in the basement, just like the week before. Titan won his
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