Sex & Mayhem 05 Red Hot by K.A. Merikan Read Free Book Online Page A

to be the nice guy.”
    Sam rolled his eyes, but he spoke before Red Jack could call him out on that. “I doubt that’s what she thinks. She might be a stripper, but she’s still a chick. Take her out for coffee and chocolate cake. You know, to a nice cafe.”
    Red Jack punched the wall once more before slumping to the floor. “I bought her cake once. She said she’s gluten-free. What the fuck? Maybe Monster should date her. They could eat gluten-free pizzas together and fuck with natural condoms.”
    Sam took out a scrap of fabric and polished the skull emblem at the front of the remodelled chopper. “How ‘bout turning to another girl? She’ll get jealous then, won’t she? Let her chase you and give her a taste of her own medicine.”
    “Maybe… The other girl would probably tell the others what a good fuck I am, and Lucy would rethink her shitty attitude.” Red Jack sighed and his eyes trailed to his new machine. He had to smile at that at least. The thing was perfect. Sleek and powerful like a black panther, with a long fork at the front, and shiny golden rims. A beast to be reckoned with.
    Red Jack took a deep breath and got up. “Fuck that, anyway. This bike is top notch, Samson. Thanks for the help. Though I did most of the work…” He grinned and punched Sam’s arm.
    “You wish. All you did was make it more shiny. But all the groundwork? Me.” Sam gave Red Jack a gentle punch to the stomach and opened a can of beer. “How ‘bout I go to the party, and you make your entrance?”
    Red Jack grinned, giddy like a kid on Christmas morning. “Go.”
    Sam made a silent toast with the can and left Red Jack with his powerful beauty. The beast of a bike shone with golden paint, and he knew that with the new parts Sam used, it would be louder and more powerful, too. He could count on the best mechanic in town to pimp his new baby beyond Red Jack’s wildest dreams.
    He could already see himself taking Lucy on the bitch seat and speeding down an empty highway. Just free of all the bullshit. He got on his new ride and made the engine roar under him. It was the only thing comparable to fucking. He drove out of the garage and decided to do a little circle around the club to test out his new baby.
    Red Jack rode back to the club and went straight through the gate. He could see envy glisten in the eyes of the prospect opening the gate for him. People stood in the yard, already awaiting his big entrance.
    The roar of the engine dominated over the loud music coming from the speakers as he drove through the two-hundred-year-old gate of an old fort, which had been converted into the Coffin Nails MC clubhouse in the 1960s. The giant courtyard inside the rectangular structure opened up before him, already full of bikes, cars, and people. Many stood in the open corridors of the second floor, looking over the bannister as Red Jack paraded his new-old ride in front of them. The old walls of the fort mostly housed guest rooms, and the common space used for parties and other lively activities was located in a modern one-story building inside the courtyard, from the side of the beach. With the garage, which provided the club members with legal income, located outside, the fort was only accessible to the club members and their friends. Easy to defend with only two ways in and smooth, high outer walls.
    Red Jack spotted his prey with ease, like a hawk noticing a mouse in the grass. Lucy. With her long slim legs in stripper heels, boobs looking bigger than usual in a black leather halterneck crop top, ass barely covered by the miniskirt. She looked good enough to eat, all glammed up with long dark hair in curls. Her olive skin had a slight shimmer to it tonight, and Red Jack drove up to her with a grin.
    She took a moment to assess the bike and nodded. “I see why you have been so nervous lately. It suits you.”
    In his mind, Red Jack was already fucking her in three different positions, including bent over the bitch seat.