Gutter Mind – Smoke Valley MC – Sex & Mayhem Read Online K.A. Merikan

Categories Genre: Biker, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 103637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
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“That’s between him and me. None of you fuckers should have gotten involved,” he said, his tongue sharp as a razorblade and ready to cut.

Kane stretched. “Sure. Let’s just let the girls run wild and do whatever they want. Because that’s gonna end so well.”

Axel snorted, prompting Kane to slap his leg, so this likely had something to do with Shay having clipped his claws since their relationship started.

Jack smirked, putting on his shades. “Should have leashed your little pup then, Mike.”

That was it. Mike was done with this shit. He got up—or rather rolled out of the sun chair—ready to throw the first punch, but a whistle drew his attention, and all blood drained from his head.

Arden walked out of the clubhouse and into the dusty yard as if he were about to star in a music video. He strutted toward the cars with his chin held high, curly hair tamed into soft waves of pale fluff, but what really changed the way he walked was the pair of sky-high stripper heels—blood red like his lipstick and so glossy they seemed to shine in the glow of the sun. His denim shorts weren’t too tight, so they didn’t accentuate his package, but short enough to give anyone who cared to look a glimpse of the bottom of his butt cheeks. Same ass Mike had so eagerly bitten into yesterday. The icing on this cake drizzled in sex appeal was the tiniest bikini top that held no breasts but covered Arden’s nipples. One of the cups featured a pattern of stars, the other—stripes.

“Damn… If I didn’t know he was a guy—” Jeff started, but Mike cut him off, breathless.

“Do yourself a favor and don’t finish that stupid sentence,” he said, hypnotized by the even gait in tall heels that made Arden’s hips sway so deliciously he wished he could press him against Jack’s black Ford Mustang and forget the terrible things that happened since last night.

But he couldn’t. Because he’d done what he’d done, and Arden now hated him with the kind of intensity that only someone who loved before could wield.

Mike had made the choice to distance himself. And now Arden wasn’t his.

He watched from the sidelines, like every other dog without a bone. Every single man around him knew Arden was a guy, yet when Arden bent over the car in those impossible heels to wash the windshield, even Axel crooked his neck to see that curved butt better. If they knew how sexually explosive Arden was, maybe they too would have become more flexible in their desires.

Maybe as long as Arden kept on the cute underwear, his cock tucked into lacy panties, they could forget it was there and want him the same way they wanted a hot girl?

But Mike wanted that cock too, and when he watched Arden lift his knee to rest against the front of the hood, his fantasy developed further, into him stuffing his hand down the front of Arden’s shorts. Within several fast-paced images, streaks of cum shone on Jack’s car, and Arden rubbed them into the metal while Mike dry-humped him from behind.

He’d always liked to see other men appreciating his dates, but it struck Mike that Arden might fuck someone else to get back at him. What if he did that in public? Or in the bed they’d made love in yesterday?

Mike would have killed the motherfucker with his bare hands.

“Mike?” Kane pushed at Mike’s elbow. He must have been repeating himself, because Mike had spaced out for a little. “Did you actually fuck-fuck him?”

“None of your damn business.”

“He didn’t,” Jack said, waving his hand. “That’s why he’s so pissed off about the whole thing.”

“You know what? Fuck you all,” Mike said and headed for the bar, but was distracted halfway when his brothers and cousin hooted. When Mike glanced Arden’s way, the boy squeezed a sponge over his flat chest and rocked his hips as the water dripped into his shorts.

Torn between looking away and staring, he stood there, unable to move. If he went to the bar, he wouldn’t be there if Arden chose to do something more outrageous. This show was meant to make Mike miserable, to show how fast Arden had bounced back from yesterday’s upset and didn’t care. Mike knew him too well to believe it, not after seeing Arden at his most vulnerable and holding him through nightmares. This was just a masquerade, presenting the world a distorted image.

Arden leaned against the car as soapy suds dripped down his long legs. “Guys? Can I get a drink? It’s scorching today,” he yelled from afar.

Even Jack was entertained despite this hardly being the punishment he’d intended to mete out for Arden’s behavior.

Sammy smiled and grabbed a beer from the cooler. “I’ll get it.”

Jeff stretched and whistled after her. “Maybe the two of you could give me a private show?”


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