Rainbow (Ruthless Kings MC Baton Rouge #1) - K.L. Savage Page 0,10
and sliding into his tight hole.
I clear my throat and drop my hands over my dick so no one can see my reaction. As far as I know, I’m straight. I’ve always been straight.
But one look at Ryan, I’m starting to wonder if maybe I’m leaning to the other side a bit.
“What’s your name?” Ryan asks Butcher as he snaps on a blue glove.
“Butcher.”
“Butcher, the bullet is lodged in the bone. This is going to hurt,” Ryan warns, placing his hand on Butcher’s thigh.
I curl my fingers against the couch and grind my teeth, jealous that Butcher gets to experience his touch. I bet it’s soft and gentle.
And why do I care? Why am I thinking about this? Maybe I need to get laid. It’s been a while. Or maybe I am gay? I look around at the other guys and see if I have the same reaction. I focus on Cosmo. He is tall and lean, not as slender as Ryan, and his ass is definitely not as big.
No reaction.
None.
Not at all.
“Mother fucker!” Butcher shouts. “You could try not to saw my leg off!”
Ryan rolls his eyes again, something that makes me smile because it takes a bold man to roll his eyes at a biker. “You’re a big bad biker. You can handle it.” He plucks the bullet out with his tweezers and grabs Butcher’s hand, plopping it in his palm. “A souvenir for being such a brave boy.”
The guys roar in laughter and Butcher curls his lip at Ryan. “I don’t think I like you.”
“I don’t think I care,” Ryan grumbles. “I’ve had enough of you people to last a lifetime.”
“You say you’re from Vegas?” I ask him, my voice huskier than usual. “You must know the mother chapter? Do you know Reaper?”
Ryan doesn’t pause what he’s doing, but his shoulders rise, and a huff escapes him. “Yep. I know him.”
He doesn’t offer any more details, and I don’t pry, but I want to know.
And if the loud beat of my heart and libido have any say, I want to know anything about Ryan Hathaway.
Everything, if he lets me.
How the hell do I get myself in these situations? Out of all the jobs as a paramedic, I find myself constantly in front of biker gangs more than regular patients. I mean, I leave Vegas and come to Baton Rouge to do a favor for my boss and end up in Ruthless Kings territory, again? Do they multiply when I blink or something?
Should have told my boss that I wouldn’t swing by his old stomping ground to help cover a staffing shortage his friend was experiencing. It seemed convenient. Stay in Baton Rouge until the storm passes, then head down to the coast where they’ll need me most.
Now I’m here, and I can’t tell if the biker looking at me wants to eat me, fuck me, or kill me.
“For a little guy, you sure know your way around bone,” Butcher grunts.
“For a guy named Butcher, you sure do complain a lot.” I press the fresh bandage against his thigh, maybe a little harder than necessary, and he growls at me.
I always liked riling up a guy bigger than me. I don’t know why. I know I don’t have a death wish, but it’s fun, and usually, bigger guys won’t pick on me. I’m sure my luck will run out soon, but until then, I’m going to poke every single bear.
And giggle as I run away.
“Okay. I’ll just say it was an accident and that no one got shot, or we’d have to report it to the police, and I don’t feel like staying here longer than necessary. Not that your hospitality isn’t… wonderful,” I add, only to sound more like a jerk.
The big guy, the one that wears the patch that says Prez, laughs as he strokes his chin with his fingers. “You’re welcome back anytime, Ryan. We appreciate your willingness to… cooperate.” He reaches into his cut pocket—I learned they weren’t vests after being corrected a few years ago—and pulls out a stack of money.
Here’s the thing about bricks of cash like this: it’s most likely illegal money. Maybe it’s drug money or blood money, but honestly? I don’t really care. I have student loan debt to pay.
I pluck the cash out of his hand and tuck it into my paramedic bag. “It’s been a pleasure doing business with you.” I give them a mock salute and swallow down my nerves as I wade through the very