Bare-Knuckle Love (biker gay dark erotic romance) (Rabid Mongrels MC Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page B

closeted types. They’re the most dedicated at worshipping my dick,” said Hyde, slowly getting up from the seat.
    “Ah, fuck you. You know shit about me.” Jason watched Hyde, already wishing to stroke the stubble on his face. Wishing him naked under the shower as well.
    “Seven inches? It’s a wild guess,” said Hyde, walking up to the stall.
    Jason’s mind instantly drifted off to Hyde’s thick dick, and his lips parted slightly. “Stop staring, creep.”
    “What else am I supposed to do? Wash it for you? I think you’re old enough to do that.”
    “You can get me a towel.” Jason just snarled at Hyde and finished washing with a quick soap-up of his short hair.
    Hyde made a low cat-like purr and moments later, fabric slapped Jason’s ass.
    “Here you go, tiger.”
    Jason grabbed the towel and gave himself a quick rub before tying it around his hips. He made sure to make a show of it when he toweled his hair, as Hyde had mentioned he liked Jason’s muscles. Jason worked hard to have pronounced abs, and showcasing them paid off, as Hyde’s cool gaze definitely left a sticky trail down Jason’s freshly cleaned six-pack.
    They left the showers and entered an equally ancient locker room. It was depressing to look at, yet on the other hand, Jason had been to worse places. Hyde tossed him some stale-smelling clothes from one of the lockers and leaned against the wall.
    “Is this getting you off?” Jason asked as he pulled on a pair of sweatpants over his naked body.
    “Your lips did a decent job at doing that.”
    Jason pushed Hyde’s chest without a second thought. “What the fuck? Don’t ever fucking say that again!” He pushed Hyde once more, all the way to the wall.
    Those hazel eyes opened wider, and Hyde laughed. “What? Perfect it wasn’t!”
    “I’ve never done it before, so what the fuck do you expect, huh?” Jason grabbed Hyde’s top. Heat was creeping up his neck. He wasn’t good enough even for sucking cock?
    Hyde grimaced and grabbed the back of his head. “What the fuck? Your mouth is like a freaking vacuum.”
    Was that supposed to be some fucked-up compliment? Jason’s fist went up on its own accord, but he stilled when Hyde opened his palm to protect his face.
    “You want to knock my teeth out? Where’s your sense of decorum?”
    Jason imagined that pretty mouth without teeth and stilled. How was he supposed to fight Hyde? Before he could come up with an answer to that question, something smashed into the underside of his jaw so hard he bit his own tongue, stumbling backwards.
    “You obviously have none if you bite people’s cheeks off,” hissed Hyde.
    “You’re the one who Tasered me, aren’t you?” Jason asked with a bit of a lisp, massaging his numb jaw. Looked like hitting his face was perfectly appropriate. It made sense.
    Hyde spread his hands. “It’s able to put a grown man to sleep. And by the way, did you just say I took your cherry?”
    “There is no fucking ‘cherry’ in the throat, you dumbass!” Jason curled his shoulders and pulled on a T-shirt with the gym logo, a blue bird with muscular arms. He stilled, realizing this was the very gym he, Hyde, and the other guys from Hyde’s circles frequented after school. It hadn’t looked nearly as bad back then. It was far from Jason’s old home, but he used to rather spend over an hour walking than miss a chance of smelling the faintest hint of Hyde’s sweat.
    “Right. It’s in the ass, I forgot,” said Hyde, watching Jason with a deep frown that wasn’t making him any less handsome.
    “And you’re not getting it, so fuck off, and let’s just get on with it.” Whatever “it” was.
    “You’re lying.”
    “Why would I lie? I’m telling you I’ve never been with a guy.”
    Hyde sighed. “Ridiculous. You’re one hot piece of ass.”
    Jason spread his arms, not sure what to say. He never considered himself much of a hot guy. “How does anyone even meet anyone? I don’t know. I’m not good