Free Heart Ripper - Coffin Nails MC (gay biker M/M romance) (Sex & Mayhem Book 9) by K.A. Merikan

with your needs as soon as possible, because that ring of yours
is ridiculous.”
    David grabbed his bag and pushed at Raja’s chest,
confused that it only felt nice to touch him again. “It isn’t. It’s a
commitment. It’s saved for someone special, someone I care for, not a filthy
encounter in a bathroom. It means something. And you’re the one who’s wrong
actually. There are facilities where I can be helped with my… feelings. I’m
just not ready to go, but it looks like I’ll have to, because it’s spinning out
of control.”
    Raja’s jaw clenched. “What facilities ?”
    “There’s even something like a summer camp where I
would go for a few months, do therapy, and not be a pervert anymore. There’s
lots of people who have succeeded.” David took a deep breath, but it didn’t
help him calm down. The kiss with Raja felt more real than anything before. The
only thing in focus in a sea of blur.
    Raja pulled away. “You’re shitting me! I get it
that you’re young and stupid, but this is just beyond! Of course they tell
everyone it works. That’s how they earn money.”
    David crossed his arms on his chest, relieved that
at least his erection was slowly going away. “And how would you know anything
about that?”
    There was a short pause in the conversation, as if
David had finally managed to show Raja the error in his argument, but Raja
growled and looked straight into David’s eyes.
    “I’ve been to one.” He turned around and stormed
out, shutting the door with a loud clang of metal.
    David watched the door, unsure if he’d heard that
correctly. His brain was a fuzzy mess of confused questions, but one thought
did stick out. If Raja had been to one, it clearly hadn’t helped him be less
gay.
    The conversion therapy didn’t seem like such a
good idea all of a sudden.
    David touched his lips, knowing that he needed to
forget that kiss he’d been tricked into.
    Abstinence . That was the answer. And since
Raja didn’t want to have anything to do with his friend’s brother, it looked
like abstinence wouldn't be that hard to maintain.

Chapter 7
     
    Raja slipped out of bed and pulled out a few
tissues from the box to clean himself. He dumped them along with the condom
into a small metal bin nearby and picked up his jeans from the floor. His flesh
buzzed with a satisfaction that made him feel as if there was a layer of
marshmallows just beneath his skin. His head was light, his throat dry, and his
back still sweaty. He’d shower once he got home.
    The handsome blond guy looked up at Raja from the
bed with a lazy grin. “Fuck, you’re hot…”
    Raja smirked but quickly pulled his pants on, not
wanting to overstay this hookup. He hated waking up in a bed he didn’t know,
and the awkwardness of fighting over who showered first, being forced to talk
over breakfast, was just beyond him. If he left soon, he’d have fond memories.
    The guy sat up in the bed, and for a moment he did
make Raja pause. Tom, or Peter, since Raja wasn’t sure, was quite the hunk.
Big, nicely muscular, and a bottom boy with a great ass to top it off.
    “You wanna stay and get some pizza? I wouldn’t
mind doing this again in a few hours.”
    The smile froze on Raja’s lips. It was time to
abort his stay here. What did this guy think this was? They hadn’t arranged for
anything but a fuck, and Raja was waiting for an answer from the Detroit
chapter anyway. He didn’t have the whole night. With his own club being so
small, and with both the chapters having a joint operation going, he didn’t
want to leave the area at a time that could possibly be crucial.
    “I have places to be.”
    “Like a party? Can I come?” The guy’s smile
widened, and it seemed he wasn’t taking the hint. He walked up to Raja in all
his naked glory.
    Raja turned around and stood his ground. “Hand me
the top?” he asked, ignoring the question.
    The guy sighed and reached for Raja’s tank top.
“Oh, come on…” But then he frowned.