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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She showed him the finger but winked, and strode toward Arden, who dipped the sponge inside a bucket before all but climbing on the hood as he pushed back his ass and rubbed the shiny metal in smooth strokes.

“I should ask my Trixie to wash the car like this for my birthday,” Jack said, drinking his beer, as if it was all a big joke, while Mike simmered in his impotent juices.

Kane wouldn’t give it a rest either. “Shay’s already asked him if he ever considered camming. Maybe now that he’s single, he’d give it a whirl. That way you could still perv on him.” He wiggled his eyebrows at Mike, who was too focused on wondering why Sammy was lingering around Arden to deflect those suggestions.

For the briefest moment, he sensed tension in the air as Sammy stepped far too close to Arden, getting into his face. The next thing he knew was Arden pouring the entire bucket of soapy water over the top of Sammy’s head. Mike moved before laughter and sounds of disbelief could have died down, breaking into a run the moment Sammy punched Arden so hard the boy spun around and lost balance in the killer heels.

“Hey! Stop!”

“Catfight!” Kane yelled from his old-man chair, and Mike almost turned around to break his other leg for encouraging this.

Arden wouldn’t just take the punch, and despite blood spurting out of his nose and down his lips, he screeched like a madman and tackled Sammy into the puddle.

Mike reached them within a few leaps and pulled Arden back, dragging his thrashing form all the way up. “Stop! What the hell?”

Sammy, who was completely drenched and had foam clinging to her sparse clothing, rolled to her knees and stood, her damp lashes blinking over and over. “Didn’t you see? The sissy poured water all over me when I only tried to be nice!”

“Nice, my ass!” Arden yelled and spat blood at her. “You’re a fucking cunt!”

Mike touched Arden’s nose to see if it wasn’t broken, but the boy slapped him away, so Mike shook his head and glared at Sammy. “What is this about?”

“Nothing!”

Sammy showed Arden the finger, while the boy bent over to look at himself in the car mirror, leaving Mike at loss. All he wanted was to gently wash the blood off Arden’s face.

“Wrecked my fucking lipstick,” Arden growled through clenched teeth.

“What did you tell him?” Mike asked Sammy, who inhaled and avoided his gaze. Ha.

“Why do you assume it’s my fault? Still playing favorites?”

He rubbed his face. “You know what? I don’t care. Give me your cigarettes and get out of my sight.”

Sammy took her sweet time, pouting and shifting, but in the end, she slapped the packet into Mike’s palm and walked off, making a show of the sway of her ass.

Arden rushed off behind the car, as if afraid to stay on his own with Mike, but he must have forgotten what kind of footwear he was wearing and stumbled. Mike was there to grab him before he could even think about it.

“Careful! Didn’t you tell me you already broke your ankle in those once?” he asked and picked Arden’s damp body up, pulling him to his chest.

He smelled of soap, but the scent of jasmine Mike so loved was still there, a reminder of what he’d given up.

Arden went limp in his arms, no longer fighting the touch. At least they were out of everyone's line of sight behind the car. Still not as private as Mike would have wished, but it was good enough for now.

“You said they were hot,” the boy whispered, the pain in his voice stabbing Mike in the heart.

“You’re just as pretty without them,” Mike whispered and carried Arden into the corner of the garage, where he sat him on a short stool and pulled a package of tissues out of the desk.

Arden wouldn’t meet his gaze, his shoulders curled. “Sammy said you’ll be balls deep in her by evening. I need to stop losing my shit like that. It’s inevitable, and I should get used to it.”

Mike handed him a tissue and grabbed the leg Arden had placed wrong earlier, but the ankle seemed to work as normal, so maybe the boy had just slipped? He gently took off Arden’s sexy heels for good measure, admiring the cute painted toenails.

“I… I doubt I’ll be in anyone anytime soon,” he said in a soft voice and placed Arden’s foot on the floor the moment the desire to stroke up the long leg became too insistent to ignore.

He pulled out Sammy’s cigarettes and lit one, knowing there was no point in denying himself anymore, because no one but Arden demanded that from him. As warm smoke filled his lungs for the first time in ages, it tasted as bitter as his feelings.


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