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

“I’m never nervous. Wanna go for a ride?”
    Lucy sighed. “It’s a bit too flashy for me.”
    Red Jack pretended she didn’t just twist a knife into his heart. He looked into her big dark eyes. “Your shoes are pretty flashy.” He pointed to the black platform heels adorned with rhinestones.
    Lucy looked down and swirled the heel on the asphalt. “They’re work clothes. You didn’t think I’d wear them in private, did you?”
    Red Jack licked his lips as the beat of the music streamed through his blood. He sure hoped she would. He acted as if he didn’t feel snubbed by the rejection and got off his bike. He leaned closer to Lucy for people not to overhear what he was about to say. Her sweet perfume filled his lungs and brought his mind into a spin. “I want you to wear them when I fuck you.”
    Lucy frowned but didn’t back away. “That won’t happen. You need to ride someone else.”
    Red Jack smirked. “Ah, you little tease. We both know it’s just a question of time till I get a taste.”
    “Fuck off, Red.”
    “Hey, that’s one badass beast!” yelled Glock, the Hulk Hogan lookalike sergeant-at-arms of the club. He slapped Red Jack’s back with his huge palm and pulled him in for a brotherly hug. “You and Sam did well on this one.”
    Red Jack patted Glock’s back, almost forgetting about Lucy at the acknowledgement. “This baby is gonna turn heads.” He smiled and petted the black leather seat of the bike. He’d made sure it was Italian leather. He was proud to see even Monster, the resident weirdo, standing next to the bike and admiring it. Or at least Red Jack thought the guy was admiring it, as it was hard to say, because Monster’s features rarely expressed anything that didn’t look like boredom. His pale, slim face was framed by the straight blond hair that he usually wore in a ponytail, but his steel-gray eyes were alert and inquisitive as always. It felt as if he was examining the bike by mentally pulling it apart. He eventually nodded, but just as always, it was hard to say what the gesture meant. Red Jack wasn’t sure he wanted to know either.
    Red Jack noticed Sam above Monster’s arm, and he was surprised to see an odd, neutral expression on his face. He didn’t have the time to walk over and ask what it was about when a slight, clearly female hand stroked his back. It was a pretty hangaround with heavy makeup that was probably meant for her to appear legal. The girl complimented his bike, they flirted for a moment, but she was too much of a kid, and he could have his pick out of the ladies who knew their stuff anyway, so he was off to the bar, ready to see his cake. Candy wouldn’t tell him what it was exactly, but with her baking skills, he was sure it would taste amazing.
    Most of the party guests were already lounging in the leather sofas inside. Red Jack greeted Borg, the club president, who sat in his usual place in the corner. He gave Red Jack the smallest nod as Gina, Borg’s old lady, whispered something into her man’s ear. A smile crossed Borg’s face, and he turned to kiss her. She pulled her fingers over the scar on his right cheek and the oddly blank spot where his ear used to be before a career in the military.
    Red Jack went straight for the kitchen. He could hear Sam shout something over the loud music, but the huge sugar paste-covered wheel surrounded by a whole pack of cupcakes took up most of Red Jack’s attention. He smiled widely, ready to delve into the golden-colored cake imitating the rims of his new wheels. It couldn’t top the birthday party when he had three strippers giving him a lap dance at once, but it came pretty close.
    All the girls gathered in the kitchen were looking at him, each one eager to see his new ride, all wanting to get a taste of not only the cake but the man it celebrated.
    Candy hugged him from the side, looking just as sweet as her baked creations. She wore a baby blue flared dress and a bow in her platinum blonde hair.