Rainbow (Ruthless Kings MC Baton Rouge #1) - K.L. Savage Page 0,34

his family, so I thought if I happened to be in town, maybe we could see each other again. But I never heard anything from him until I woke up and he was there. I was so confused and still half asleep, I thought I was dreaming. When I asked what he was doing there, he didn’t say anything. I don’t know what he was looking for, but when he saw me, he just…” my breath shakes as I release it. “He attacked.”

There’s burning behind my eyes as tears sting them. I don’t want to cry for Trenton. “I was dumb enough to think a straight guy like Trenton would ever be so accepting. When he said he loved me, I believed him, but when he punched me in the face, he was spewing things like, ‘You ruined my life. It’s because of you I lost everything. You’re just some faggot. A hole for me to use.’”

“I’m going to fucking kill him,” Rainbow sneers. His palm stretches out across my face as he stares into my eyes. “I’m serious, Sassafras. And then, I’ll fucking deliver him to you on a silver fucking platter, and we can drink champagne over his dead body, dance on it, and have a toast.”

“A toast?”

“To him being fucking dead,” Rainbow’s voice becomes pure gravel and rasp.

I wait for the panic, for the wheel of crazy to start spinning in my mind, but I only feel reassured, which is something I haven’t experienced often. I like it. I can see why someone would find it addicting. “I never know what to say when you say things like that. I know you’re serious. I just can’t figure out why.”

“I know you think you’ve fallen into the same trap. I’m straight-ish,” he winks. “And a firefighter. Those are two rules I broke. But you forget one thing.” The skin around his eyes crinkles while he traces the outline of the bruise around my eye.

“What’s that?” I ask in a whisper.

“How accepting I am, and how that makes me different from him.”

I know he’s right. Everything he’s done so far hasn’t lined up with Trenton. He’s even better in bed than Trenton was, which says something, considering how new he is at this. Not that I’m going to tell him that, Rainbow would give a sexy smirk and and I’d watch his chest inflate and his ego skyrocket.

“You’re safe here with me, with us. I know you have experience with the Ruthless Kings, but no matter what, you’re safe. I promise. No one will touch you here.”

“That’s a big promise to keep. I’ve learned you never really know anyone until they see you as gay, and then they show who they really are. So just be careful, Rainbow. Not everyone might be as accepting as you think. I hope I’m wrong. I hope it’s just me being pessimistic.”

“Aw, look at you, looking out for me. I suppose I’m making progress.”

I pinch his side, and he chuckles. “Brat.”

“Oh, I’m a brat?” He flips me onto my back and settles between my legs.

His cock, even flaccid, is impressive as he presses it against mine.

“Last time I checked, this mouth always has something to say.”

I nip at his finger. “And what are you going to do about it?”

“I could shut you up by choking you on my cock again.” His lips slant across mine, and I lift my arms to wrap around his neck.

“Or you can just do that,” I admit, mumbling against his lip.

“Yeah, this is good,” he murmurs before dipping his tongue between my lips. He moans against me and rubs his hands down my sides, careful to not press too hard against the bruise forming along my ribs. “God, your lips are so fucking soft,” he tells me as if he can barely contain himself.

A loud bang slams against the house and I jump, then break the kiss to look out the window. “What was that?” It happens again.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

“Sounds like it’s coming from the roof.” Rainbow rolls off me and grabs his sweatpants from the bottom of the bed.

I sit up and look out the window to see how windy and rainy it is. The tree branches are whipping, and the thinner tree trunks are beginning to bend. “You can’t go out there! Rainbow, don’t. Please, come back to bed.”

“Aw, you’re cute when you’re worried about me. I run into fires. I can handle a little rain.” He leans over and presses his hands on the mattress, effectively caging