Heart Ripper - Coffin Nails MC (gay biker M/M romance) (Sex & Mayhem Book 9)

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brother.”
    David swallowed, now unsure if there was even a
light switch in this old shed, or if they were stuck with the rays of sunlight
coming through the dusty blinds. “That’s fine. Hunter has nothing to do with
this. And I’m assuming you wouldn’t tell him what happened.”
    Raja looked out the window, showing off his strong
profile. “Of course not. I would have never done this to him if I knew.”
    That was what mattered? What Hunter thought of this? “Well, that’s fine, because I shouldn’t have done it either.
You see this?” David pointed to his fingers. “It’s my purity ring. And I’m
wearing it, because what happened didn’t count.” It felt so good to get that
off his chest.
    Raja frowned, but when a sharp chuckle left his
lips, he covered them with his palm. “Sure. I bet that’s why you’ve been
messaging me.”
    “I only messaged you twice.” An emoji didn’t
count. “I wanted to clear the air.”
    “If neither of us wants to hook up again, then
there’s nothing to clear,” said Raja, pushing his hands into his pockets. He
was not allowed to look so cool and suave, as if he didn’t care at all about
what David was saying.
    “Fine.” David crossed his arms on his chest. “But
I need to know how big of a mistake I’ve made. Do you have any diseases I
should know of?”
    The metal wall thumped when Raja rested more of
his weight on it. His thick black eyebrows lowered over those smoky-looking
eyes. “Come again? And think carefully about what you say.”
    David took a deep breath, suddenly out of words.
“I mean… I’ve heard things about you, and I just… I need to know. I’ve never
done anything like that, and I never will again, but I need to be safe.” The
air in the shed seemed to be getting thicker by the second.
    Raja’s nostrils flared, and he stepped forward,
his presence pushing David back. “Who have you told?”
    David raised his hands, unable to tear his eyes
away from Raja despite the nervous atmosphere. He’d masturbated to fantasies of
the guy more than he could count. And he tried not to, he really did, but every
time he started off thinking of girls, he’d always end up on his knees in front
of Raja’s thick cock.
    “No one, I swear! I don’t want anyone to know
either. Especially that I’ve got the ring, and I’m waiting until marriage, and
I’m not even gay anyway.”
    Raja squinted at him. “You’re so fucking sad, kid.
No straight guy sucks cock like you did. You even wanted to swallow.”
    The heat of the shed was getting too much. It had
to be the metal absorbing warmth and turning the space into a giant natural
microwave. “That is so not true. You just barged in there, didn’t give
me time to think.”
    “Of course I did,” said Raja, with a smirk tugging
at the corner of his mouth, but none of that playfulness was present in his
dark eyes. “That’s what we, the gays, do to good God-fearing boys. You just
cannot protect yourself from such mindless violence.”
    David sucked his lips in and looked down at his
purity ring, hoping it would give him strength, as if it could create a
magnetic field to push away all the sizzling electricity Raja was sending his
way. “Well… yeah. Kinda. I wasn’t seeking it out.”
    Raja moved closer, and for each step he took
forward, David took one back, until his ass pressed against a table and Raja
leaned over him, placing his hands on both sides of David’s hips.
    David’s senses were flooded with the intoxicating
mixture of fresh cologne and a musk that was bound to be Raja’s own. Either
way, David’s head spun, and he was losing the ability to form coherent
sentences.
    “What was it that you heard about me, and who said
it?” Raja whispered, breathing on David’s forehead.
    David swallowed, overwhelmed by the unexpected
closeness. They were almost touching. Raja’s chest was almost pressing against
his. Raja’s hips were almost pushing into his. David hated the

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