Bare-Knuckle Love (biker gay dark erotic romance) (Rabid Mongrels MC Book 1) (12 page)

Jason let Freak kick his feet from beneath him so they landed on the mat. The sheer weight of the other man was enough to make him starve for air, but it wasn’t enough. Two more punches, and Freak had him down. Heavy, stinking of sweat and blood, Freak was already triumphant, and while Jason did struggle, he didn’t even give it his all, chewing on his lips as his opponent twisted his limbs further. It fucking hurt, but at least Jason would make Hyde happy for the last time.

His father was gone, just a fading voice in his head. He’d killed the fucker with a metal pipe, avenging his poor, sweet dog and himself. He didn’t need to follow his father’s rules, or anyone’s for that matter. If that made him a loser, so be it. He’d take all the shit from Hyde if he could be his at least one more time. He was giving up, and if this submission wasn’t good enough for Hyde, Jason might as well die.

The moment he found Hyde’s eyes in the crowd again, he tapped out.

Hyde blinked, staring at Jason, still like a statue, and it felt like he’d never be able to move again. Freak let go of Jason and dragged himself to his feet, basking in the adoration of the crowd. The judge was there to announce his victory, while Jason remained on the mat, too shocked to get up so suddenly. Hyde was still looking at him, his face neutral, neither happy nor mocking as he leaned back, slowly disappearing into the shadows.

That was it. Jason had opened himself up raw, just like yesterday. Ripped his chest open and presented the pulsing desperation inside, just to get rejected. This was nothing new in his life, yet it felt like the end of the world. At least he could believe that he chose his own path, that his father’s ghost wouldn’t be the one directing his life. But then again, no one would be, because Jason had nowhere to go, a lonely raft with one passenger, drifting on the open sea.

As he headed for the room they used as his locker, the other Mongrels he’d passed couldn’t show him they were happy with his performance, so no one would know it was all a setup.

He walked down the short corridor and slipped inside, unsure if he wanted to switch on the light. It seemed like a good idea to stay in complete darkness, hide forever and not even pick up his single bag of stuff from Hyde’s house. He’d just disappear like a ghost now that their debt was settled, and Hyde wanted nothing more to do with him.

He locked the door, switched on the light and dropped to the creaking bench, slowly unwrapping his hands. He stretched his aching fingers and assessed the damage in the mirror on the wall. His face looked like shit with the fresh swelling, but at least nothing was broken. He got up to have a better look at the cut over his brow.

“I hope it leaves a scar,” came from the cramped corner, and Jason spun around, with his heart in his throat. Hyde was leaning against the side of an ancient wardrobe, next to a crate of tenpins. His face was painfully neutral as he regarded Jason in silence, casual as ever in his gray shirt, the one with a hole, and sexy low-rise jeans.

Jason took his time thinking of a snappy comeback, but nothing seemed good enough. Did Hyde come here to bask in his glory after Jason gave up? Wasn’t
that
enough? He showed his true self, the part willing to not fight but accommodate. Left himself open, and if he didn’t run fast enough, Hyde would be able to poke at that raw wound.

“I hope you’re happy,” Jason said in the end.

Hyde walked out of his hideaway with a small smile finally emerging on his lips. “I guess. It’s not often that someone proves me wrong. You must really want it.”

Jason looked down to his knuckles to avoid Hyde’s gaze. “You win, okay? You don’t have to rub it in. I did what you wanted.”

He could see Hyde’s legs moving closer and closer, until the tips of his sneakers touched Jason’s bare feet, and all barriers of personal space were cancelled, because Jason didn’t have the energy to fight the invisible hold Hyde still had on his neck. Hyde smelled a bit more of smoke and sweat, sharper, more aggressive than usual, and yet Jason wanted him all the same, if not more.

“Not yet,” rasped Hyde, his lips so close to Jason’s forehead that he felt the movement of air in his short hair.

Jason bit his lips so hard he drew blood. “What could you possibly still want from me? Didn’t you earn enough money?” He couldn’t utter another word when Hyde’s fingers gently squeezed around his throat, and those intense eyes were on him and him only.

“You could have won. I could tell. You did it so that I would fuck you.”

Jason couldn’t hide anymore, forced to face Hyde and those eyes that saw right through him. His lips trembled, and he took a deep breath to fight off the itching in his eyes. Hyde’s words were completely true, even if they rubbed Jason in all the wrong ways. He was a pathetic mess, and Hyde could surely see that.

“I told you, I don’t care,” Jason whispered, tense as if he were readying for another fight.

“Sure you don’t,” said Hyde in that voice that was bound to push all men to their knees, warm and so sensual you could almost feel it licking your ear. “Now cut the crap and touch my dick.”

Jason’s Adam’s apple bobbed against Hyde’s palm. Did Jason really want to be touched by someone who thought so little of him? “I’m sure there’s other hot guys out there for you.”

Hyde leaned in and brushed his nose over Jason’s, silencing any further protests. “Yeah, but I want you. All sweaty after fighting a man twice your size, with blood smeared all over your face.”

“I turn you on?” Jason swallowed and slowly ran his hand over Hyde’s chest, all the way to his stomach. Everything he wanted was right in front of him, and no price was too much to pay.

Hyde grabbed Jason’s hand and put it on the front of his jeans, against the warmth of a cock that was still waking up. His eyes were slowly getting that intense dark shade, and he dove in, trailing his tongue over Jason’s cheek.

What if Hyde pushed him away again, though? Jason already knew the answer. He’d dive in headfirst again, ready to get hurt, if that was what it took to get a piece of Hyde. After all, he’d already decided he was ready to have sex with this guy, to have Hyde actually fuck him.

A moan escaped Jason’s lips, and he crooked his head to offer his neck to Hyde as he squeezed that glorious dick he wanted fucking his throat at least once a day.

Hyde gasped into Jason’s mouth, grinding his hips forward, into the waiting hand, as he moved his nose along Jason’s neck and jawline, all the way into his short hair, smelling the sweaty skin. “You want that dick fucking you hard, don’t you? That’s why you lost.”

Jason took a deep nasal breath. “I do… That’s what I think I want.” He unbuttoned Hyde’s jeans. The heat coming off of him as he opened the pants, pulled Jason in, eradicating shyness in the face of what he’d always denied himself. Tonight had been about his decisions, and he chose not to let a ghost of the past haunt his life anymore. He wanted Hyde, and he’d have him, even if just this once.

“Me too. I’m gonna hold you down so that you can’t run.” Hyde’s cock was stiffening rapidly as he thrust into Jason’s hand over and over.

“I won’t run. I’ll take everything you’ve got,” Jason whispered, barely believing he was saying such things out loud to another man. He squeezed Hyde’s thick tool, slightly intimidated by it now that he imagined it pushing into him.

Hyde swallowed air straight out of Jason’s mouth, biting into the bruised lips. It was slightly painful as he nipped on the flesh that was swollen from the fight, but at the same time, each touch intensified the lust burning in Jason’s chest. He craved a firmer touch. Something faster and stronger, a wild fight between two hard bodies, with no rules to follow.

“Push off those shorts,” whispered Hyde.

This time Jason didn’t hesitate. For a moment, he tried to push down his shorts with only one hand, so he could still keep caressing Hyde’s dick with the other, but it was no use. He pulled away and took off his shorts and jockstrap faster than ever, naked, overwhelmed, and as needy as a teenager.

“Good, I wanna see all that ass spreading for my dick.” Hyde pulled him close, for a kiss so intense Jason lost the sense of time altogether. It could have lasted for several seconds, or an hour, but what he knew at the end was that there was a hard cock poking his hip, and his own was throbbing, as if it were about to burst any second. He’d forget the humiliation of yesterday if that meant having Hyde tonight.

Hyde sucked on Jason’s top lip before spinning him around so quickly Jason lost balance and fell forward, grabbing the bench. He could barely breathe thinking of what he was about to do. He’d laugh in the face of rules forced on him since a young age. He’d do whatever the fuck he wanted. His breath got quicker, along with his pulse, and he kneeled on the floor. Jason looked over his shoulder, at the most glorious piece of man he’d ever seen. It was all worth it for this one moment. His mouth watered when Hyde pushed his underwear down, freeing his dick, and it was hard, dark, and beautiful with its glistening tip.

“Spread your legs. Show me how much you want it,” uttered Hyde, kneeling behind Jason and covering him with his own body. The fat girth of his cock pressed against Jason’s tailbone, ready for action at any given moment. It could be pushing in within seconds, with Jason bent over and taking it like the bitch he was.

Jason curled his toes, too lost in the moment to try and read Hyde, or to wonder what would happen tomorrow. For all he cared, tomorrow could never come. “Oh, fuck, I want it.” He spread his knees, and though he barely believed he was doing it, he rubbed his ass against Hyde’s crotch like he was in heat. It would hurt, he was sure the fucking would hurt, yet he’d still take it.

“You’re humping my dick already? Can’t believe no one found out how much of a slut you are for all those years.” Hyde grabbed Jason around the chest and pulled, making him breathless, but seconds later, there was a slick, cool sensation drizzling over Jason’s anus. Hyde had touched Jason there before, but he only ever used spit, so this was a foreign sensation, soon made more familiar by two fingers rapidly slamming in, all the way to the knuckles.

“Oh, fuck!” Jason whimpered, trying to find something to grab onto and settling on Hyde’s hip. Things were moving quicker than he expected, but that didn’t stop his dick from being painfully hard.

Hyde pulled on Jason’s ear with his teeth, distracting him from the momentary discomfort. Those fingers were so proficient at breaking through all of Jason’s barriers. He wanted to just roll over and let it happen.

“I want to have you like Freak did back there,” rasped Hyde. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Get fucked in front of all those people?”

“Fucker! He didn’t
have
me.” Yet Jason loved the way Hyde pushed on him with his whole weight. His thighs trembled from the fast finger-fuck, and when Hyde pushed them up to the knuckle again, it forced a pained moan out of Jason. Too much, too fast, yet Jason wasn’t about to close his knees.

“Thank fuck for that, I like your ass nice and tight,” laughed Hyde, circling his fingers in Jason’s hole. “Hard and fast. You up for it? Jason?” And just like that, the fingers were gone, leaving Jason achingly empty, with just an aftertaste of friction.

“Yeah, fast and furious.” Jason let out another moan. He’d never felt as free in his life, and he wouldn’t let fear get in the way of his dream fuck. So he’d be aching tomorrow? Who cared? Wouldn’t be the first time.

Hyde pressed on Jason’s neck, pushing him against the bench. “Good boy,” he uttered, just as something warm and thick slid up and down Jason’s crack.

“That how you like it?” Jason hated the nervous tremble in his voice, so he decided to shut up. This was the fucking pinnacle. Everything could go to hell after this. Jason didn’t have enough fucks to give, but when Hyde’s cock pushed in with a force he didn’t expect, it took a lot of effort to stop himself from crying out at the sudden, searing pain in his ass.

He swallowed the noise, with Hyde’s palm pressing against his mouth. The salty fingers pushed into Jason’s mouth as he shook, trying to get over the stabbing sensation.

“It’s not even halfway in,” whispered Hyde with a tremble to his voice, dark and needy. “Relax.”

But Jason couldn’t, all tense and anxious despite his arousal. He breathed hard against Hyde’s palm, overwhelmed by the pulsing, thick flesh inside of him. His muscles trembled against Hyde’s strong body. Jason wasn’t sure anymore if by getting fucked he was taking or giving. It all muddled into one experience, hard to compare to anything else. At least Hyde knew what he was doing.

“It’s fine,” Jason muttered as soon as he was able to utter a word. He wasn’t some dainty flower, but the way Hyde pulled his head back, kissing and licking his neck, made his body finally give in. Pain subsided, and that wonderful cock moved in. Steadily, inch by inch, until Jason felt the tickle of Hyde’s pubes on his ass. The sensation was so intense that Jason couldn’t help but tremble against the bench. It still hurt, but the pain seemed clouded, dispersed somehow as Hyde held him close against his chest.