Rainbow (Ruthless Kings MC Baton Rouge #1) - K.L. Savage Page 0,22
paw is stepped on.
“I think you’re lumping me with a group of men without even knowing me, and I’ll let it slide this time because I understand your fear,” he wheezes. I roll my eyes at him, grab his damn oxygen mask, and place it over his nose and mouth. He takes a few inhales before dropping it again. “But I’m not the guy who’s afraid of new things. I don’t ever want to hide. I don’t ever want to make you feel like a secret. Sure, my initial reaction to you took me by surprise. This is new for me, but that’s not a bad thing. I’ve never felt this way about a man before, but I’m not ashamed. I’ve never even thought about it. Never even gotten hard for a man before. But I’m proud to say I want to know where this can go, and I don’t give a fuck about anyone else. I’ve always been straight, but what’s that got to do with anything?”
“You really haven’t gotten hard for anyone else?”
“Really?” He takes another hit of oxygen. “That’s what you hold onto after my speech?” He brushes his lips against my ear and my body shudders. “You just want to know the two times I’ve seen you, I’ve wanted to tear you the fuck apart until you’re so strung out and high on the bliss I’ve given you, you’ll only want me.”
My cock plumps, threatening to come to life from the filth of his words, and I lick my lips. “You talk a big game for a guy who has never sucked cock before.” I know how brazen that sounds, but a straight guy never knows what to do at first. And there is no way in hell Rainbow does.
“Guess you’ll just have to see, won’t you? I don’t put out on the first date, so you’ll have to be patient.” He winks at me and covers his face with the oxygen mask again.
Why am I here talking to a man that needs rest?
“I can’t. I’m sorry. I just… I can’t go out with you.”
His smile falls, and the playfulness that skipped through the air is now gone. “Give me one good reason why, and don’t bring up the straight thing.”
“I… It’s always the same with you firefighters. I’m the faggot. The guy who takes it up the ass. I’m the twink, and it’s all fun and games until one of you want me—”
“—I don’t appreciate the brush you’re painting me with, and I’m not the kind of man to hang around others that treat someone that way. So tell me who called you a faggot and you won’t have to see them again.”
“You mean that, don’t you? You’d ‘take care of him’?”
“No one fucks with what is mine. You should remember that.”
“I’m not yours,” I correct him.
He crooks his mouth in that stupid grin that shows a dimple and a little more fight leaves me. “Whatever you gotta tell yourself, Sassafras. I like the chase, but if you want to make sure you escape me, you better be positive you can outrun me.”
My throat goes dry when I see the eagerness for that chase reflecting in his eyes.
“Give me your phone.”
I do as he says because… well, I care for my life, and I don’t want to die. What man would deny a Ruthless King?
I tug it out of my pocket and hand it over to him. His fingers fly over the screen, and a beep comes from the nightstand.
His phone.
“Turn around.”
“Uh, okay.” I give him my back, thinking he needs privacy, and I hear a snap of the camera. I peek over my shoulder to see the flash go off again. It takes me a minute to realize what he’s doing, and I dive for the phone. “You did not just take a picture of my—”
His hand grips my throat, and he flips me under him. I find myself flat on my back, rough, calloused fingers squeezing my airway, and a half-naked fireman hovering over me. “I did take a picture of your ass because it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, and I want to look at it whenever I want. I can’t wait to own it. To own you.”
As terrifying as that sounds, I want nothing more than for someone to want me so much they want to claim me.
I’ve never been wanted like that. But I’ll see if Mr. Fireman can put his money where his hose is.