Sex & Mayhem V5
Standalone long novel - contains a HEA ending
--- Live fast. Die young. Fuck hard.---
Red Jack. Rude. Crude. Horny ginger mess. In love with… himself.
Loki. Deadbeat. Volatile. Stalker. Terminally ill. Fatally in love.
When it comes to men, Red Jack has three rules. The guy has to be hot, out of town, and not up for repeats. It’s a good way to keep the gay flings far away from the eyes of his brothers in the Coffin Nails Motorcycle Club, and he will make damn sure it stays that way. When a hookup takes an ominous turn, and the sexy stranger turns up at his house, the heat is on. Loki invades his life and just won’t leave, wreaking havoc wherever he follows Jack, but getting rid of him becomes harder with every kiss.
The world crumbles around Loki when he finds out he has cancer. As if his life wasn’t shit enough already. With only a few months left, he decides to live to the fullest and get every last wish on his bucket list fulfilled. One of those is fucking the hot bearded biker he meets the same night he got the bad news. Big, confident, and dangerous, Red Jack is all Loki ever wanted in a man. After all, he deserves one last shot at love. Who cares if Red Jack is a stubborn, closeted asshole? Loki knows what he wants, and he won’t settle for anything less. Even if it kills him.
Themes: Outlaw motorcycle club, criminal activity, hurt/comfort, abuse, stalking, revenge, bucket list, coping with illness, first love
Genre: M/M dark romance, suspense, drama
Length: ~105,000 words, standalone novel (HEA)
WARNING: Adult content. Steamy scenes, strong language, graphic violence, abuse scenes, drug use. Reader discretion advised.
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Publisher: Independently Published
Heat Level: 5
Romantic Content: 4
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Bisexual, Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 18-25
Protagonist 2 Age: 26-35
Tropes: Alpha Character, Badass Hero, Big Character / Little Character, Coming Out / Closeted, Criminals & Outlaws, Enemies to Lovers, Forbidden Love, Hurt / Comfort, Most Mindblowing Sex Ever, One Night Stand, Sex Buddies Become Lovers, Smartass Twinks, Trickster Hero, Villain to Hero
Word Count: 105000
Setting: California, beach, USA
Languages Available: English, German, Italian
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
Smoke left Red Jack’s lungs in one long exhale through his nose. He was waiting for Lucy to leave the club after he decided not to watch her strip today in hope she’d find his action classy enough to finally put out. His dick was in dire need of sucking. Hadn’t he waited long enough for the bitch anyway? Almost a year since she started stripping at the clubhouse parties and wouldn’t even give him a lap dance. Fucking Ice Queen. Gave Sam a lap dance, and what did Sam have that Red Jack didn’t? Sure, the fucker had a pretty face, but he was also shorter and smaller. Maybe he was less threatening? That was a comforting thought. Being intimidating wasn’t always a bad thing. Chicks dug that. He’d rather not let his subconscious tell him that she probably didn’t like redheads, or freckles, or that something else was wrong with him.READ MORE
Red Jack worked hard at the gym to get the way he was. All bulked up, with a ripped stomach, full-sleeve tattoos up to the knuckles, and a big beard trimmed at the barber’s every week. He was no scum. He was fucking biker royalty, and that bitch Lucy had better acknowledge it.
He put out his cigarette against the wall. “For fuck’s sake… how long can a motherfucking lap dance take?”
The backdoor of the club opened the moment he thought that for probably the hundredth time, but Red Jack’s hopes were crushed yet again when he saw Lucy’s colleague, Anita, walk out in a short fur coat. She rushed through the parking lot at the back of the strip club, her high heels clicking on the rough asphalt.
“Hey, babe!” Red Jack yelled. “You seen Lucy? She said she’d meet me outside.” He couldn’t focus that much on Lucy though when his gaze strayed to Anita’s ass in just a pair of hot pants.
The woman stumbled in her high heels, spinning around to look at him. “She’s not here anymore,” she called, quickly pulling out the car keys and fumbling with the lock of her ancient Ford. She virtually jumped inside and slammed the door shut as if there were a pack of wild dogs chasing her.
Red Jack raised his arms in annoyance. The fuck was that? Did the bitch ditch him? How fucking rude was that? She’d told him herself that she’d be leaving through the backdoor. Did she ‘forget’ about him again?
Red Jack sneered and lit himself another cigarette. The girl acted like he was some fucking leper, when in fact it would be him doing her a favor by putting his dick in her. How cold can a bitch be? Just because she was some pole-princess, doing all those stunts, didn’t make her any better than him. She didn’t even have big tits. She was practically a pity fuck. And here Red Jack was, ready to give his dick to the charity-case pussy, and what did he get? Fucking insults!
Anita drove by, but just as Red Jack mounted his bike, her car moved backward until she was close enough for them to clearly see each other through her open window.
“Friendly advice? Give up. She doesn’t like you, so stop being a creep.”
Red Jack threw the cigarette at her car. “Friendly advice? Keep those cumdrinking lips shut!” Didn’t like him? Why the fuck would she not like him? Red Jack showered that ungrateful pussy with attention. He even got her some lingerie last week, and it was some expensive lace stuff as well.
Anita drove off without a word and disappeared from sight with a squeak of tyres. The bitch was probably jealous he was ignoring her in favor of Lucy. If only Lucy paid more attention to him, she’d surely understand what was good for her. Like that man-slut Jack had met yesterday. That fucker had given his cock some proper worship. Even licked his pubes, didn’t mind the freckles. Red Jack would even say the guy was too eager, trying to grab him all over, as if the short encounter was more than a hookup. Nobody met up for a date in a public toilet.
Red Jack was getting a boner even thinking about those dick-sucking lips, the throat taking him like a pro. He put on his helmet and drove along the beach to cool off. He had rules, and one of them was not going with a guy two times in a row. There had to be pussy in between to ground him. But he could text the guy after he’d dipped his dick in a few girls. The dude had those haunting black eyes that watched Red Jack so intensely, like he wanted to eat him alive. Maybe he was one of those biker-groupie fags who wet themselves the moment they saw a real man on a bike. Or maybe he had a hard time getting a guy, since there was a set of freaky scars on that pretty face. A game of tic-tac-toe, won by the circles, covered the little cocksucker’s entire left cheek, and no amount of hair could hide the protruding lines.
Red Jack stopped at a gas station to get a frozen pizza and sped straight home. Red Jack’s house was the perfect bachelor pad, and he was sure Lucy would drop her panties the moment she saw his hi-fi system and the new TV, the biggest on the market. In fact, it was so big Red Jack needed to push back his sofa all the way to the wall to watch comfortably.
The house was Red Jack’s kingdom – large enough to host big parties, with its own bit of beach, away from touchy fuckers who didn’t want a neighbor like him. ‘Too loud’, they said. Though getting arrested after falling asleep naked in the front yard could have had something to do with that as well. It didn’t matter now anyway. He had his own piece of heaven in his house by the beach. If he weren’t with the Coffin Nails MC, he could have never afforded all that at twenty-seven. He even had two motorcycles. One for longer runs, sturdier and more practical, and a custom chopper that was now at the garage, getting some golden wheel rims fitted. Among other things.
But the moment Red Jack entered his house, he realized something was off. He pulled out his gun, just in case. Better safe than sorry.
There was a faint smell of cologne in the air, and it wasn’t his own.
“Hey,” came from the darkness in front of him, straight out of the freaking blackest corner in the whole living room.
“Who the fuck are you? Show yourself, or I’m gonna shoot,” he hissed and tensed up. Someone dared break into his home? This was new. And why were they hiding in the dark instead of taking him on right away?
There was a shuffling sound, and then a pair of trainers stepped into the black and white stripes of light coming through the blinds. Two steps more, and Red Jack was facing a familiar face. Too familiar for his liking. The black, haunting eyes he’d first seen less than a day ago, stared back at him.
“You were supposed to fuck me, and you didn’t.”
Red Jack poked the guy’s forehead with the barrel of his gun. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” He looked him up and down, and switched on the main lights. What was he thinking? Breaking into Red Jack’s house? Did the cocksucker have a death wish?
He didn’t seem afraid of the gun. Instead of cowering like any normal person would, his large eyes looked straight into Red Jack’s. The guy had this oddly androgynous face, with a narrow nose and pouty lips, and yet despite that and the long dark hair, he was distinctly masculine in all his slim-but-toned glory. The crisscrossed picture carved on his cheek turned the formerly pretty face into one that belonged on a serial killer from the movies or a marked prison bitch. Someone that you’d do but not necessarily have a beer with. Red Jack would have considered him for another blow job in the future if the fucker hadn’t invaded his privacy.
“What’s up with that toy? I’m not gonna hurt you,” said the guy, reaching out to Red Jack. The faint light made the black stylized snakes on the sleeve tattoos come to life. It was as if they were demons from hell, ready to tangle around Red Jack’s legs and pull him into the underworld.
Red Jack’s jaw dropped. “You hurt me? Who’s the one with the gun, you moron, huh?” He poked the guy’s head again, to make a point. This was an outrage! How dare he just barge in like that? How had he even found Jack?
The guy scowled and turned his face away, showing off the black stretcher in his earlobe. Red Jack didn’t really believe this scarred fag could do anything more than sulk, so he let the barrel slide down the angular cheekbone. He stilled when that luscious mouth opened, and the pink tongue slipped out to lick the cold steel.
Red Jack’s cock responded to that all too eagerly. This guy was whacky. Red Jack pulled the gun away and put the safety on. “Get the fuck out of my house,” he hissed, more freaked out by the second.
The guy took another step toward Red Jack, a small smile coloring his lips as he walked farther into the light. “Are you scared of me?”
Fucker had some nerve. Scared? Red Jack wasn’t scared of anything. He spat danger in the face and drove off at 200mph! He pushed the guy away, toward the patio door.
“Why would I be scared of some little faggot, just because he can pick locks?”
The pale face twisted. “What’s your problem? It was you who got in touch with me!”
Red Jack’s chest constricted, making it hard to breathe. He’d always gone out of town for a hookup with a man. And it wasn’t like he did it all that often either. Only when he was out of lips to suck him.
“I never told you to come to my house!” Red Jack pushed him farther.
The guy pulled back his hair and leaned his back against the patio door. “Don’t be like that. I came here for you.”
Red Jack didn’t like the look this stranger was giving him. As if he was about to do the fucking. What right did he have to act like that in a house he’d broken into? He was not welcome. Even with that nice hair that Red Jack had wrapped all around his hand when he fucked the guy’s throat.
Yet all the stranger made Red Jack feel right now was uncomfortable. “Should have fuckin’ texted. I’d tell you to fuck off, and you wouldn’t have to go to all the trouble of coming here.” Red Jack opened the patio door.
The guy sighed, narrowing his eyes, but when those slim fingers skirted over Red Jack’s stomach, it was too much. Jack pushed his unwanted guest so hard the guy fell over into the sand.
“And stay out.” Red Jack snarled and shut the door, with his heart pounding as if this were a big deal. Invisible ants still crawled over his stomach where the uninvited touch had been. He never should have sent the guy a dick pic.COLLAPSE
Ele on Reviews by Jesse Wave wrote:
“Wow just wow, I want to say sooooo much more, but I don’t do spoilers, so you will have to read the book, what I will say is THIS BOOK IS EPIC, and will surprise you at almost every turn! You just must read it! ”
“It pushes boundaries, this book. And I freaking loved it! And don’t be afraid, there is a HEA. It’s solid and satisfying but real nonetheless.”