Sex & Mayhem 05 Red Hot (7 page)

Lucy looked between the guy and Loki. “I… I don’t even know. I was just trying to go home, and he started bothering me.”

Monster jumped off the ladder and walked up, a gun clearly visible in the holster under his arm. “Jack’s cousin, formerly known as the secret boyfriend,” he told her.

Loki swallowed hard and looked at his feet, knowing there was no way he’d squeeze more information out of her with this bodyguard around.

Lucy’s lips parted, and she stared at Loki. “He’s sending his cousin after me now? Seriously? Listen, this needs to stop. I’ve told him a thousand times.”

Loki growled. “No one sends me. I don’t want you to go near him!”

Monster stepped in front of him and pushed him back with a gentle nudge. “Sober up and stop arguing with the lady. You’re making yourself look like an idiot.”

Lucy exhaled and patted Monster’s arm. “Thanks,” she said and quickly walked off to a slender sports motorcycle.

Loki opened his mouth, but something about Monster’s flat expression made him stay quiet. They looked at one another for a long moment, but it was Loki who lost the contest and turned around, dragging his ass back toward the lounge in the main courtyard. He stopped halfway there and looked at the bright windows above. There was a couple fucking in one of them, and he couldn’t help but think about Jack ramming his cock into that girl. She was probably sucking him off by now, and Loki didn’t want to see any of it.

He didn’t know how long he stood in place before he slowly returned to the parking lot. Neither Monster nor Lucy were there as he slid into his car and left.

His chest felt empty, even as he cried some more on the way back to Jack’s home. What did he ever do to deserve such a footnote to his life? Ditched for some slut Jack probably didn’t even know, told off like an idiot. He had no one in the world to turn to but Jack. What was he to do?

Chapter 7

Red Jack’s head was ready to burst every time someone mentioned Loki. They all thought they were so damn funny and original in their jokes. Red Jack wanted to just grab the nearest cupcake and ram it down their throats, stuffing their faces for good. At least Sam could be counted on and didn’t poke Red Jack in the mental nuts anymore.

What was Loki’s deal anyway? Who in their right mind would tease a predator in its own cave? Clearly, the guy was fucked in the head. If he ever showed his crisscrossed face again, he’d get what’s coming.

“Hey...”

Red Jack sniggered, biting the rim of the plastic cup as he sipped his beer. He sure hoped he wouldn’t find the little mongrel at his doorstep, begging for more cum. Red Jack had already sexed a hot chick tonight, and she wouldn’t be the last one. It was his birthday, of course he’d get laid as much as he wanted. All Loki would get was a kick in his gay ass and piss in his hair.

“Hey, Jack...”

He blinked, yanked out of his thoughts by a slim hand trailing over his stomach. There were large silver rings on it, complementing the red nail polish. Red Jack looked up and smiled at the young hangaround with very heavy makeup, who had complimented his chopper earlier. He remembered thinking that she was a bit too childish, but now the long blond hair and short leather dress screamed
fuckable
. What was her name again?

“Hey, babe.” He smiled and leaned forward. Best not try to use a name anyway.

Her eyes twinkled as she brushed her shoulder against him with a toothy grin. “What are you thinking about?”

Red Jack opened his lips to say something along the lines of ‘my cum on your titties’, but even after the five beers he’d had, the girl was unmistakably young, and not the barely legal kind, more like your kid sister pretending to be a grownup.

“This cousin bullshit. Can’t believe anyone believed him,” Red Jack said in the end.

The girl shrugged and leaned against him. Her hair tickled his bare arm as she zeroed in on his face. “No one did. They’re just messing with you.”

“You got any family?” Red Jack wasn’t all that interested but hoped that having her talk about her mommy and daddy would make her perfume smell less arousing.

“Yeah, I live with my aunt and uncle. They’re the coolest. Gave me much more freedom than any of my friends’ parents,” she said with enthusiasm. Wow, now she sounded as if she were fifteen tops.

“They know you’re here?” Red Jack lit himself a cigarette. He needed to go find himself another pussy to chat up, but he could as well grace this girl with his presence for slightly longer.

“Yeah, they trust me,” she said, reaching out toward his packet. “Uncle Mark had bowel cancer a few years ago, and so I had to take care of myself when they were both trying to help him get better.”

Red Jack smirked but passed her a cigarette and lit it for her. After all, it wasn’t as if he were making a line of coke for her. “And he got out of it? Good for him.”

She nodded vigorously and took a drag of the smoke. “Yeah. Nothing was working, and then they found this amazing doctor. His name is Arvelo, and he tours the world helping people with his own methods. My uncle is now super healthy.”

Red Jack nodded, trying not to let his gaze slide into her cleavage, but with their height difference, it was impossible.

“And I used to have those horrible headaches, and he helped me with them, too. They’re just gone, and all he did was hold his hands on me for a few minutes. He’s fucking amazing,” she said, waving her hand with the cigarette. “And he’s coming back to LA next month. I’m visiting him again.”

“So this is some voodoo shit?” Red Jack looked over her shoulder at a handsome young guy he hadn’t seen around before. Fuck, his dick was a curse. It never had enough.

The girl shook her head. “No, he’s actually praying to God. Sometimes, people have a unique bond with the higher power, I suppose. He even performs surgeries without breaking skin. I’ve actually seen it, and it’s amazing.”

“Aha.” Red Jack spaced out a bit when the guy turned around. He had a nice shape, with wider shoulders and narrow hips. Tall, but not very muscular. Maybe Red Jack could actually fuck Loki one more time before kicking his ass to the curb?

“You have any problems with your health? He offers discounts to people who come with a former patient,” said the girl.

“Sorry, babe, I’m a healthy stud.”

She chuckled and started playing with her hair, the cigarette dumped to the floor. “I’ve heard stories...”

Red Jack couldn’t help a smile surfacing on his lips. “Oh, yeah, what stories?”

She chewed on her lip and stepped closer, looking straight into his eyes, “Is it really that big?”

How was a man to be stronger than a freaking sexy high schooler? Fucking hell. She was gagging for it, yet even now it felt so wrong. “Nice and thick, baby.”

She started saying something, but the music died down, the main lights stabbed everyone’s eyes, and all Red Jack got from the voices around him was
Police. It’s a raid
. Fucking fuck.

The girl shrieked, her eyes wide with fear, and all of a sudden she wasn’t a hot lady anymore but a frightened kid who thought she was grown up enough to try her chances with Red Jack. What had he been thinking? “Oh, fuck... what do I do... I have the pills. They can’t find them in the club—”

Red Jack grabbed her arm. “What pills?” he hissed. That was exactly the last thing he needed now. And on his fucking birthday at that.

She squeaked, trembling as she fumbled through her pocket. The shouts from outside were all too close already, about to wash over the party like a fucking tsunami.

When the girl finally produced a tiny plastic bag with two pink pills, he immediately knew what it was. She sobbed, and her eyes already went hazy. “I don’t wanna be arrested…”

“Chill out, no one’s getting arrested. Gimme that.” Red Jack took the pills and put them in his pocket. “Go sit by the pool. Act dumb.”

“Okay, Jack,” she whined and rushed toward the back of the building at such speed that one of her stilettos got stuck on something, making her stumble. One of the male hangarounds helped her up, and off she went.

“The fuck is this about again?” barked Borg, walking up to Red Jack. “You know something?”

“How many is there? On my birthday? Seriously?” It wasn’t enough that he was getting fag jokes, and having Lucy snub his bike?

Several cops poured into the building, but it was a particular deputy, smaller than the others, with blonde hair gathered into a tidy ponytail. She gave Red Jack a shudder of discomfort. Paxton was always sniffing around the club, and while she’d obviously deny that it was personal, it so was. Her fixation on the Coffin Nails hadn’t been nearly as intense before her sister got into the lifestyle and went off to God-knew-where. Red Jack’s fault lay in the fact that his dick was the gateway for Eva Paxton to discover the joys of fucking bikers. Her badge-wearing sister was much less impressed.

Red Jack pulled out the pills he’d gotten off the teen and swallowed them, praying that they really were just the happy pills they all knew and loved. When the police began roaming around and screaming for everyone to drop to the ground, he followed the order.

Borg rolled his eyes and slowly lay down, entwining his fingers on his nape. Red Jack exhaled and pressed his cheek against the floor, which smelled of spilled beer and dirt that he could actually feel with his naked skin. Sam was there, right next to Candy, who kept looking around, clearly anxious. The floor wouldn’t do any good to those pastel-colored clothes she was wearing.

Red Jack couldn’t keep his mouth shut though. “Can’t I get a break on my fucking birthday?”

A pair of black shoes stopped right in front of his face. “Is it? Happy birthday. You can thank me later for not letting you get completely wasted,” Paxton said from above him.

“Oh! Oh, I get it! I know what this is about. You’re angry ‘cause I didn’t invite you. I’m so sorry, Paxton. Does it feel like high school all over again?” Red Jack laughed despite Sam discreetly shaking his head at him.

“I think I should talk to you first. You know, wish you all the best in private, so that you don’t blush too much,” said Paxton. Red Jack could hear her loud and clear, even with the commotion all around them. Each sound resonated from the floor and echoed straight into his ear.

Fuck. The pills would be kicking in soon enough. He didn’t have time for this bullshit with Paxton. “Hear that, Sam? Ladycop wants to be
alone
with me.” He laughed, hoping it would put her off.

Sam scowled. One of the other female cops was doing a quick search of Candy, but with the fluffy petticoats she was wearing, the whole thing would quickly go downhill and into the strip search territory.

“Our love affair goes way back,” said Paxton before ordering Red Jack to get up with a voice he wanted to think of as silly, when it really wasn’t.

Red Jack got to his feet with a groan, but smirked when they stood close. She barely reached his collarbones. “Still pining for me, Paxton?”

She snorted and showed him the way toward the offices nearby. She already knew where they were from the previous time she got a warrant. That time, two people were actually busted, and Jack wondered what she had on them this time.

“Still waiting for you to pop the question.”

“Don’t wanna rush things, babe. You know me, I take my time.”

Red Jack was trying to stay calm, but his heartbeat rushed. The drugs were kicking in. Just what he needed now.

The people running about were starting to become a yellowish blur. Brothers, hangarounds, girls who were now covering their tits with other people’s T-shirts. Some were herded into groups, others searched and taken aside. The girl whose pills Jack had swallowed was there as well, barely visible in the corner, hiding behind a friend’s back. There went his fucking birthday party. This would last until morning at least, and he wouldn’t even get to fuck anyone. Paxton stopped by a young policeman and talked to him as Red Jack’s blood thumped in his veins at an accelerated speed. He blinked when he felt a large hand on his chest.

“Spread your arms,” said the policeman, staring at Jack with his large green eyes. He had quite a case of babyface going on.

Red Jack did as he was told with an annoyed huff. “Aren’t you gonna search me, Paxy?”

“Watch out, Foxy Baby,” she said as the policeman patted down Red Jack.

“Oh, I get it, you wanna wait till we’re alone. Smart. Don’t wanna be seen nailed by a Nail, right?”

Paxton and the policeman exchanged glances, and she shrugged. “Wow. Maybe if you use that pun a hundred more times, it’s gonna start being funny,” she said, showing him the door to the office.

Red Jack went in, ready to have this bullshit over with. He still couldn’t believe she’d come here with her dogs on his birthday. “What do you want, Paxton?” he groaned as the office door behind him closed. She grabbed his arms and pulled them back. Cold steel burned Red Jack’s wrists, but he didn’t protest, confused about whether she should even be doing this. His mind was racing because of the drug, and all he wanted was to be out of here before he started talking too much. Only now he noticed he’d been tapping his foot.

Paxton frowned as her eyes trailed to his legs. He tried to gather his focus by looking around the simple room with a desk, several chairs, and two large document cabinets made of beige metal. Behind Paxton’s back, a naked girl arched her breasts from a poster, staring straight at Red Jack. Now that he could compare them side by side, Paxton seemed to have a similar chest size to the model.

“Stop this tapping. It’s like listening to a dog hump something,” she said, nodding at Red Jack’s foot.

He stopped, only to start scratching his scorching hot wrist under the steel cuff. He was heaving as he watched her, and he couldn’t stop his tongue unraveling with whatever came to his mind. “It’s ‘cause you make me horny.”

Paxton’s face was like cut from marble, and Red Jack couldn’t help but focus on the sounds coming from behind the door as his attention scattered all over. Was that Candy’s voice telling someone not to touch the cake?

“Funny. I look nothing like my sister,” Paxton said eventually.

Red Jack licked his lips. “A pussy’s a pussy, right?”

“Yeah? There’s many girls streaming through this place. No wonder she disappeared if she was so disposable,” Paxton said, stepping closer to Red Jack.

He squinted, and flexed his biceps. What was the bitch on about? All he wanted was to do jumping jacks and run on the beach. “What?”

In a blur of movement, Paxton grabbed Red Jack by the nape and slammed his face against the desk. Stars danced under Red Jack’s eyelids as the blunt pain of the blow spread throughout his skull. It was as if his brain jangled inside a rainbow-colored rattle. Paxton was holding him hard against the old, scratched wood, pushing her whole body into holding him down.

Music started blowing right into Red Jack’s ear and immediately got louder, muting all sounds from outside. She must have switched on the radio.

“What the fuck, you psycho bitch?” he moaned and tried to straighten up, but she smashed his head back down. If it were someone else, he’d fight them, but he couldn’t just smack a cop. Him acting out was exactly what she’d want, so she could officially arrest him.

“Tell me where she is,” growled Paxton, pressing him harder against the desk. She had more strength in her than he'd given her credit for. “What did you do to her?”

“I don’t know! We fucked, it was fun, but that’s that! You hit me one more time, and I’m gonna sue your whole fucking department!” Red Jack hated being cuffed. It reminded him of juvie and the one time the guys had tried to hold him down against the floor.

“Oh, yeah?” growled Paxton, and her nails dug into the flesh of his nape. “You two fuck, and then suddenly she leaves a good-bye note and disappears? You fucking liar!”

“Many girls might say otherwise, but my dick is not a magic wand, you cunt. Let go of me!”

The last word stilled on his lips when his balls radiated with a pain so sharp it pushed tears out of his eyes. She had fucking hit them right from behind.