Heart Ripper - Coffin Nails MC (gay biker M/M romance) (Sex & Mayhem Book 9) (30 page)

The stripper joined in and molded his buff body to
David’s back. David looked over his shoulder and laughed, dancing between the
two men as if he hadn’t been a closeted virgin just a few months ago. Cold
sweat dripped down Raja’s back when David pinned him with his gaze from across
the room, oddly expressionless when Lucky took off his button-up.

“You ever been in a threesome?” Milk’s question
came like a fly trying to sit on Raja’s face. He’d love to swat the guy right
now out of general agitation.

“Er... yeah, done that,” said Raja, just to get
rid of the intruder. There was something weird about the way David looked at
him. What was going on?

“Lucky might be in one soon.” Milk snorted and
patted Tooth’s arm as if that made his joke any funnier. Was Milk getting off
on talking about gay sex? Raja had fucked guys who claimed they were completely
straight and just loved dick, so maybe Milk was a weirdo like that?

David arched against the stripper, and laughed
when the man, who now wore his spiked codpiece over leather pants, said something
into his ear. The big, powerful hands climbed up David’s naked chest as they
both rocked in a suggestive dance that Raja knew very well. It was a mating
ritual. A prelude to a hard fuck. And it had him fuming. With so much heat
gathering in his head, he wasn’t even sure whether he wanted to slap David or
just enjoy the show.

And there it was, David glanced at him again, as
if this was some fucked-up challenge. David had never acted this way before,
and the stripper’s hands sliding up, over David’s bare nipples, had Raja
snarling over the self-imposed gag. He looked to the side, but Hunter and Asty
were gone, unable to see this public display of sexuality and so unable to keep
David chaste tonight.

Raja exhaled, making one heavy step forward, stiff
with an indescribable feeling that both pushed him forward and kept him in
place. He didn’t know what to do. He—

The stripper licked his way up David’s cheek and
nipped on his ear, and Raja’s legs finally pulled off the floor, along with the
roots that held Raja’s fury back. He stormed to the dance floor, his vision
narrowed to only one point—the stripper’s mouth on David, all too close to
those sweet lips. Raja was hot. He was also cold. And all the rage inside him
was put into one hard shove that made the stripper lose his balance and drop to
the floor.

In Raja’s mind, the whole place went quiet, and
everyone turned around to look at him, but in reality, the music still pounded
just as loudly, and the only people who noticed something going on were the
people affected by the stripper’s fall.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Lucky yelled
through the music, hurrying to help the guy up.

David sneered at him. “Is that the way you flirt
or something?” Raja had to blink to make sure that it was in fact David giving him
so much attitude. But yes, the gold cross was around his slim neck, and it was
David’s chest staring back at him, bare in public.

He opened his mouth, staring between David, Lucky,
and the stripper, who was back on his feet and squinting at Raja. “What are you
doing?” Raja uttered in the end. “What the fuck is this make-believe? Everyone
can see you.”

David crossed his arms on his chest, making his
muscles look more pronounced on the overall slim body. When he opened his
mouth, Lucky butted in.

“He’s single now, so he can do whatever he wants.
Especially at my party. Why do you wanna police your ex, when you were boasting
about your hookups just now?”

Raja’s head heated up within split seconds. How
the fuck did Lucky know David used to be with Raja?
Asty.
Bloody
baseball-bat-wielding gossip.

David rolled his eyes, causing Raja to lose the
plot for a moment. But when images of the stripper lapping at David’s face came
back to Raja, he grabbed David’s arm, pulling him closer. “At least I wasn’t
fucking touching anyone! This isn’t anyone else’s business!” To make matters
worse, David smelled of booze. This was not going to be pretty.

“Hey, man! Lay off,” the stripper said, though he
didn’t dare approach Raja. Wise choice. “He doesn’t have to dance with me if he
doesn’t want to, but you have no say in this.”

“Since you’re my
ex
. And single at that,”
David grumbled and tried to pull out of Raja’s grip, but Raja wouldn’t let him
and pressed his mouth against David’s ear, his hand shaking with anger.

“Why are you doing this? I’m not fucking anyone
behind your back! This is disloyal!”

“So just say you’re single, not pretend you’re
sleeping around, making up stories of your hookups.” David hissed back, and
Raja hoped the music was loud enough to drown their words.

Raja squeezed his hands tighter on David’s arms
and shook him. “But I am sleeping with someone!” He pulled David away from
Lucky. He needed to move this conversation somewhere else. He wouldn’t be doing
this in front of everyone. He couldn’t even think straight anymore with the
flares exploding all over his brain.

“It’s not like we’ll ever be official, so what
does it matter?” David choked out close to Raja’s ear, and Raja had a feeling
that this clusterfuck has come about because of Lucky making David’s cocktails
too strong.

“Stop pulling him!” Lucky yelled and grabbed
David’s other wrist.

Raja was ready to punch him, but Tooth’s presence,
tangible behind his back kept his fists down. “Fuck off. This has nothing to do
with you, so stop meddling!”

“Meddling?” Lucky let go of David, causing him to
fall back into Raja’s arms. “I am just doing a public service against evil
ex-boyfriends!”

David sighed, straightening up. “It’s… it’s not
like that.”

Raja clenched his teeth, glaring at him. “And this
is not a conversation to have in public. Christ!”

“I don’t feel like talking right now,” David
groaned and tried to pull away like a spoiled brat, but Raja wouldn’t let him.
It seemed he was finally learning about the downsides of dating a teenager.

“You were the one to start.” He leaned closer to
David to whisper into his ear. “And I told you to wait. We’re gonna come out
eventually.”

“I didn’t know he’d lick me,” David muttered back
with an angry scowl, as if it were all somehow Raja’s fault. Thank fuck for
loud music and a crowd, which at least made them stand out less.

“You were fucking him without taking off your
pants! What the hell is wrong with you? Is your virginal devotion to your first
fuck dispersing now that there’s more cock on the market?” growled Raja, itching
for something to break into little pieces.

It didn’t hurt, but it sure as fuck shocked Raja
when David pushed him back.

“You’re one to talk! Keeping me your dirty secret
until someone better comes along! ‘Charity case’? You don’t want to be out because
you’re embarrassed of being with me! Who the hell do you wish you were dating
instead, huh?” David pushed Raja again, even though he fell back a little from
the impact. “So you’ve got a hot body and a big dick. What makes you think
you’re so much better than me?”

This argument was getting too long to remain
ignored by the other guests, and Raja could feel the weight of their gazes on
him, he could sense them eavesdropping to fish out the best gossip. Even Milk
was probably filming all this to jerk off to later.

Raja’s head was spinning, and his gaze slid all
the way to Lucky’s smirk. All the birthday boy now needed was some popcorn and
3D glasses. The little fucker had messed everything up for fun!

“I don’t think like that. And I wasn’t talking
about you,” Raja said, looking straight into David’s eyes, which suddenly
started getting all wet and glittery. Raja was a fox with its leg stuck in a
trap while the hunters were coming right after a pack of bloodthirsty hounds.
Or, literally,
Hunter
would be coming
.
Any second now.

“Who were you talking about then?” David’s eyes
went wide. “You have someone else? Another secret you keep?”

“No! For fuck’s sake!” hissed Raja, knowing that
the story that was a hybrid of Raja’s many hookups rolled into one was about to
fall apart like a house of cards. “Nothing’s gonna change if people know.” Not
that it mattered, because now everyone knew. Raja had just gotten outed yet
again.

“I’m sick of leaving your place at two in the
morning! Oh, my God!” David raised his hands into the air, and Raja could swear
Lucky whispered, “juicy.”

Raja stepped back. “What, you want to move in with
me now?”

David’s face twisted into an ugly scowl that could
be glistening with tears any moment. He turned around and pushed past the
stripper, but Raja grabbed his hand and yanked him back, all the way to the
bar. There was a plan of the party written on a whiteboard on the wall next to
the counter, and a whole stack of colorful markers on an aluminum shelf beneath
it. Raja grabbed one of them, fighting against the furious pulsing in his
temples. He’d been thrown into deep waters without knowing how to swim, but he
would survive.

Raja turned back to David and steadied him,
putting the marker against the tanned skin of that lovely chest. The letters he
wrote one by one were bold in solid black, and anyone who’d see them would have
no doubts about whether they should put their dirty hands on David.

David was Property of Raja.

David looked down, confusion painted all over his
handsome face, lips parted, chest rising and falling rapidly. “I… Am I yours
now?” he mumbled as if he didn’t know that it was Raja who was in fact his,
that it was he who held all of Raja’s secrets in his grasp.

Raja wheezed and held on to David’s shoulder,
dropping the marker to the floor. He was so emotionally exhausted he wanted to
just fall into a bed. With David next to him. “You’ve been mine for the last
two months, silly boy. Why do you listen to everyone but me?”

David rubbed his eyes and pulled closer for a hug.
“I’m afraid of losing you,” he whispered before his soft lips met Raja’s mouth.

Raja blinked, and the soft pop music that still
played all around them was like the perfectly strange soundtrack to this
moment. His heart thumped. Everyone was watching them, but he didn’t dare look
around and just followed David’s lead, deepening the kiss and pulling him so
close that no one would even dare to pull them apart. The world spun with disco
lights and mirrors, but he didn’t give a damn for once. Maybe he’d gotten pulled
into this relationship kicking and screaming, but once the dust settled, he
knew he wanted to give it a shot.

He wanted those pancakes for breakfast.

He wanted that midday blow job.

He wanted to say no to the hot guy on Grindr
because he knew he had something better at home.

He wanted the jogging together, and he wanted the
post-workout shower in a stall too small for two yet oddly fitting them both.

He wanted David to never leave.

David wrapped his arms around him and teased
Raja’s tongue, pulling him close and not coming up for air. Even though his
mouth tasted of vodka, Raja wouldn’t swap it for another.

“You’re special. Do you believe me now?” whispered
Raja when he finally broke the kiss and hugged his lovely boy. Nothing felt as
good as David in his arms. Not even wind in his hair when he rode his bike at
full speed.

“Yes…” David took a deep breath against Raja’s
cheek. “I really thought you were ashamed of me.”

Raja shook his head. “No... I just... this is
hard. It’s like I’m changing right in front of everyone, and it feels weird.”

“I know
exactly
how that feels.” David
smiled gently, and Raja knew his words were true. He’d watched David come out,
he’d been David’s first fuck, and he’d seen David morph into his true self day
by day.

Someone pulled on Raja’s arm, and pushed him into
the crowd so hard the person who stopped Raja’s body fell over with a screech.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing messing with
my brother’s head, huh?” Hunter yelled at him, but there was a look of dread on
his face when he glanced at David and noticed the writing on his chest. Raja
couldn’t have gotten any more clear than by marking the boy as his property.

The music immediately became like a swarm of
hornets drilling into Raja’s ears, but he kept himself upright by grabbing the
bar counter. Hunter’s lips were smudged by his girlfriend’s black lipstick, but
the look of dread painted all over his face wiped any trace of amusement out of
Raja’s heart. It hit him then that Hunter could actually disown David too for
wanting to be with Raja, and if David needed anyone, it was the remaining
family that still accepted him. Raja had been avoiding this confrontation for
far too long.

“Hunter, I am serious about this.”

Hunter took half a step Raja’s way, but David
stood between them. “Me too. I know it’s confusing after all that happened, but
we made up. Raja needs me,” he added, leaving Raja dumbfounded. David had a way
of saying things that made them so honest they felt raw.

He stepped closer and pulled David against his
chest, only then able to breathe freely again. It was difficult to look into
the eyes of someone who thought Raja was a fraud, but he did it anyway. He
didn’t even notice when the music became quieter, as if a certain someone
wanted to eavesdrop without being too obvious about it.

“Hunter, we’ve been dating, and we are gonna
continue dating.”

Hunter looked at David. “You’re back with this
scumbag?”

“It’s not like that! Everyone makes mistakes.”
David pressed against Raja, and his warm hand found Raja’s. “We belong
together.”

Raja could take a shitload of dirty talk, but
these words made him flush. He scratched his head and shrugged. “You heard him,
Hunter. This little guy’s unstoppable, and I doubt that, out of all things,
anyone could deny him me.”