Free Bare-Knuckle Love (biker gay dark erotic romance) (Rabid Mongrels MC Book 1) by K.A. Merikan

met in a quick, rocking motion. “I’m gonna fuck you so many times I’m gonna taste my cum when we kiss.”
    Jason’s eyes went wide, but he didn’t pull away. He could hear the slurs his father and brother would throw at him if they knew he spread his legs for a guy. His face was flushed, his dick was getting hard, but he couldn’t push away the shame of what he was doing. He wanted to gag on Hyde’s cock, craved for Hyde to fuck him raw, come on his ass, come on his face, eat him alive and spit him out.
    Hyde’s tongue deep in his mouth made him quiver as the masculine, fresh scent hugged him tight and tickled his cock. But a loud banging on the door pulled him out of the dream.
    “Hyde, you in there?” someone called out, and Hyde pulled away, breathing hard. His mouth glistened with Jason’s saliva.
    For a split second, Jason was a deer in the headlights, but another knock to the door made him throw Hyde off and crawl away. Served him right. Crawl away like the pervert maggot you are , whispered a voice in his head. What was he thinking? This wasn’t like him at all. If anyone saw him, if anyone found out… It was enough that Hyde already told his wife and her girlfriend about him. How dare he do that anyway? Jason himself didn’t know who he was, so how could Hyde just announce those things as fact?
    Hyde scowled at him but swiftly jumped to his feet, shaking his head at Jason. “Coming, Spot!” he said, lazily walking up to the door at the end of the corridor. He seemed unfazed by the fact that they had nearly been discovered. The door opened, revealing Spotty’s face.
    “What is it?” asked Hyde.
    Jason sat at the table, taking deep breaths and trying to look like he didn’t just let a guy promise him a hardcore fuck.
    “Hey, you told me to come round at eight? Take Jason?” Spotty raised his eyebrows. He couldn’t suspect what was happening, could he?
    Hyde hit his forehead. “Oh, fuck, yeah. You’re right. But I need him for half an hour more or so. Sorry about that. I’ll bring him over as soon as we’re done,” said Hyde, as if they hadn’t been close to fucking on the floor just minutes ago.
    Jason clenched his teeth. Nothing would be “done” within the next half an hour. Jason needed to keep his head cool and remember who he was, where he came from. His brother taught him all about what showing weakness earned you. Pain, tears, and slurs. When he was a kid, he was taught that it was his responsibility to make sure no one took him for a fag. The guy who molested him got his jaw broken, but Jason had been licked by the belt all over his body, a lesson he still remembered all too vividly.
    Hyde closed the door behind Spotty, and when he turned around, the wolfish smile on his face told Jason he wanted to pick up exactly where they left off earlier. Slowly, he made his way to Jason and stopped right by him, with his crotch definitely too close to Jason’s face. The guy didn’t have a concept of personal space.
    Jason got up so quickly he stumbled. “I got carried away. This isn’t a good idea. I don’t even know what I’m doing.” The phantom strikes of the belt on his body itched much worse than the darts had last night.
    Hyde pushed Jason against the table and grabbed his neck with one hand. His stare was so intense it fueled the fire inside Jason. “Open my pants.”
    Jason bit his lips, and pushed at Hyde’s chest, though his whole body screamed for him to shut up, kneel and suck Hyde’s dick at least three times a day. “I was upset and confused,” he groaned, but nudged Hyde’s knee with his own accidentally-on-purpose. There had to be a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde in him as well, because parts of his brain disagreed on what he was supposed to do.
    “Stop talking,” said Hyde, and his hand slid up from Jason’s neck. He pushed two fingers into Jason’s mouth and stepped closer, blowing warm air on the side of his neck.
    Jason took a deep breath, and sucked on the