Bare-Knuckle Love (biker gay dark erotic romance) (Rabid Mongrels MC Book 1) by K.A. Merikan Read Free Book Online Page A

on the outskirts of town. A light went up the moment they stepped outside, illuminating five mean-looking bikes waiting for their riders. Hyde looked back at Jason, stroking a gray cruiser with green flames painted on the sides.
    “You alive?”
    Jason curled his feet on the cold gravel. “I’m fine.” Just another night in the life of Jason “Cannibal” Myers. Ripping a guy’s cheek off, getting Tasered, sucking dick, and being used as a human bull’s-eye. This was not how he planned the big comeback to his hometown.
    Hyde stared at him for the longest moment, and then mounted the bike and told Jason to hop on. Jason followed on an invisible leash. The bitch seat. How appropriate. He sighed, letting out some of the tension from his aching body.
    He gripped onto the metal at the back, but his crotch still touched Hyde’s ass, making him more light-headed and more awake than he’d like. He wondered how many of the darts were thrown by Hyde.
    It was difficult to stay straight on the bike when the machine finally started, driving into the empty street, but Jason’s survival instincts kicked in as soon as Hyde increased his speed. Cool air swiped over Jason’s bare arms, and in contrast with the chill, which caused them to break out in goose bumps, the helmet Hyde made him wear felt like a heated can around his head.
    Jason could have managed to balance holding on to the metal bar at the back of the seat, but in the end, he slid his arms under Hyde’s and held on with a deep exhale. He’d never hugged a man this way, and he could see himself falling asleep while holding on to a big, strong body like Hyde’s. Who was he kidding, though? It wasn’t just about any man. Those butterflies in his stomach were fluttering for Hyde.
     

 
     
     
    Chapter 4
     
    As they left town, and the bike climbed a hill close to the seaside, Jason watched the sparse lights of his hometown. The big, yellow reflection of the moon trembled on the water. It was as if all that happened tonight had been just a dream. He knew where the fishermen’s boats were, his childhood house only two blocks away from the harbor, somewhere close to the dot of light emerging from the thick darkness at the shore. Father’s ghost probably sat in one of the boats, shouting orders at the other fishermen in the night, not realizing he was dead and wouldn’t fish ever again.
    Hyde eventually drove into the trees and away from the sea, and he slowed down as they were swallowed by darkness, with only the pale halo from the headlight illuminating the way. Jason looked back when they rode past a bus stop, but just moments later, Hyde steered the bike into a long driveway, which climbed up a small hill. When they finally reached a clearing, Jason was surprised to see a large two-story house with a small playset and a double garage.
    “Here we are,” said Hyde. He left the bike beneath a covered area by the garage. “Be quiet once we’re inside. Everyone’s already asleep.” He frowned and looked at his watch. “Or still asleep. Not sure what the schedule is today.”
    Jason hugged himself, slightly shivering from the cold. His toes were freezing. “I’ve screwed up enough tonight.”
    Hyde gave him a sideways glance and walked up to the door, which was guarded by two small evergreens in clay pots. “Yeah, you did. Why would you change your mind anyway? No one forced you to agree to forfeit the fight.”
    Jason pursed his lips. Hyde would never understand. “I’m fucked in the head, if you haven’t noticed.”
    Hyde frowned and opened the door to a dark hallway. Jason’s muscles jumped into readiness when he noticed movement, but Hyde only gave a quiet laugh and patted his chest. “Come to Daddy!”
    A pale shape rushed through the hallway, and before Jason knew what was going on, Hyde had a white pit bull hanging off him like a little kid.
    “Good girl!” chuckled Hyde, casually walking inside while carrying the dog. He leaned against the wall,