Free Sex & Mayhem 05 Red Hot by K.A. Merikan Page B

Fucking hell. She was gagging for it, yet even now it felt so wrong. “Nice and thick, baby.”
    She started saying something, but the music died down, the main lights stabbed everyone’s eyes, and all Red Jack got from the voices around him was Police. It’s a raid . Fucking fuck.
    The girl shrieked, her eyes wide with fear, and all of a sudden she wasn’t a hot lady anymore but a frightened kid who thought she was grown up enough to try her chances with Red Jack. What had he been thinking? “Oh, fuck... what do I do... I have the pills. They can’t find them in the club—”
    Red Jack grabbed her arm. “What pills?” he hissed. That was exactly the last thing he needed now. And on his fucking birthday at that.
    She squeaked, trembling as she fumbled through her pocket. The shouts from outside were all too close already, about to wash over the party like a fucking tsunami.
    When the girl finally produced a tiny plastic bag with two pink pills, he immediately knew what it was. She sobbed, and her eyes already went hazy. “I don’t wanna be arrested…”
    “Chill out, no one’s getting arrested. Gimme that.” Red Jack took the pills and put them in his pocket. “Go sit by the pool. Act dumb.”
    “Okay, Jack,” she whined and rushed toward the back of the building at such speed that one of her stilettos got stuck on something, making her stumble. One of the male hangarounds helped her up, and off she went.
    “The fuck is this about again?” barked Borg, walking up to Red Jack. “You know something?”
    “How many is there? On my birthday? Seriously?” It wasn’t enough that he was getting fag jokes, and having Lucy snub his bike?
    Several cops poured into the building, but it was a particular deputy, smaller than the others, with blonde hair gathered into a tidy ponytail. She gave Red Jack a shudder of discomfort. Paxton was always sniffing around the club, and while she’d obviously deny that it was personal, it so was. Her fixation on the Coffin Nails hadn’t been nearly as intense before her sister got into the lifestyle and went off to God-knew-where. Red Jack’s fault lay in the fact that his dick was the gateway for Eva Paxton to discover the joys of fucking bikers. Her badge-wearing sister was much less impressed.
    Red Jack pulled out the pills he’d gotten off the teen and swallowed them, praying that they really were just the happy pills they all knew and loved. When the police began roaming around and screaming for everyone to drop to the ground, he followed the order.
    Borg rolled his eyes and slowly lay down, entwining his fingers on his nape. Red Jack exhaled and pressed his cheek against the floor, which smelled of spilled beer and dirt that he could actually feel with his naked skin. Sam was there, right next to Candy, who kept looking around, clearly anxious. The floor wouldn’t do any good to those pastel-colored clothes she was wearing.
    Red Jack couldn’t keep his mouth shut though. “Can’t I get a break on my fucking birthday?”
    A pair of black shoes stopped right in front of his face. “Is it? Happy birthday. You can thank me later for not letting you get completely wasted,” Paxton said from above him.
    “Oh! Oh, I get it! I know what this is about. You’re angry ‘cause I didn’t invite you. I’m so sorry, Paxton. Does it feel like high school all over again?” Red Jack laughed despite Sam discreetly shaking his head at him.
    “I think I should talk to you first. You know, wish you all the best in private, so that you don’t blush too much,” said Paxton. Red Jack could hear her loud and clear, even with the commotion all around them. Each sound resonated from the floor and echoed straight into his ear.
    Fuck. The pills would be kicking in soon enough. He didn’t have time for this bullshit with Paxton. “Hear that, Sam? Ladycop wants to be alone with me.” He laughed, hoping it would put her off.
    Sam scowled. One of the other female cops was doing a quick