His Favorite Color is Blood - Coffin Nails MC (gay biker dark romance) (Sex & Mayhem Book 8) (36 page)
Authors: K.A. Merikan
“I’m here, I’m here, you saved
me. It’s going to be all right,” Misha found his hand, leaning over him, and
Grim squeezed it, fighting through the stinging in his palm to make sure that
the warm fingers didn’t belong to a phantom. “I’m here,” repeated Misha and
pulled closer.
Grim’s eyes fluttered shut as he
fought for air, squeezing the smaller hand in his. Waves of heat were floating
all over him. It was ironic that Logan, who came here to burn the world once
again, ended up consumed by flames this time.
Grim swallowed, but an insistent
sound was snaking its way into his mind from the background. Was the helicopter
not down after all?
He shuddered and clenched his
teeth not to scream from the stinging pain all over his body. It was only truly
getting to him now, clawing its way into Grim’s flesh at a rapid pace. He could
hardly stand it anymore. But he rescued Misha. Whatever happened, he did at
least that much. It was fine.
The buzz of the engines was
getting louder, and he realized it was a familiar sound.
Motorcycles.
The grass was so green Misha could
almost feel it between his toes as he walked across the lawn in the backyard of
the house he and Grim lived in since settling in Detroit. With Grim’s skin in
need of lengthy healing and Misha wanting to order prosthetic legs, Grim’s
nomadic lifestyle needed to stop, at least for a while, and so they rented a
small home close to the clubhouse almost a year ago.
Strelka, their German shepherd,
started running all around Misha, as if the earlier walk hadn’t been enough to
unload all that youthful energy. She was still very young but also strong and
obedient when she needed to be. Grim insisted Misha needed a dog for
protection, just in case, and they regularly attended specialized lessons with
a professional, who also helped them choose the puppy. The dog was taught to
obey commands in Russian and followed Misha everywhere, which made him feel
safer when Grim wasn’t around.
Misha’s prosthetics weren’t
always the most comfortable, but he was set on improving his mobility, no
matter how much he enjoyed Grim carrying him around the house. Grim might have been
burned, but over a year on, he was no less strong than he used to be. And even
the doctor was surprised with the speed of Grim’s recovery, which, Misha
suspected, was all about his determination to be back on his feet. They’d
gotten married as soon as Grim was out of the hospital, but Grim, always the
Narcissus, refused to have any pictures taken before the burn scars on his face
and neck faded a bit.
Still, even immediately after the
emergency services transported them to the hospital, Grim seemed no less
handsome to Misha. His skin was badly affected, red, broken, but that was only
a detail, which hardly mattered in a man who risked his life to save Misha’s.
After a year, his face, neck, and arm still bore traces of the fateful
confrontation with Zero, but the damaged skin was only moderately darker than
Grim’s skin tone. It was thicker and looked a bit like broken ceramics, but
Grim seemed to grow more confident about his looks every day. And just as he had
promised, he made sure Misha got his new legs, assisting him along the way as
Misha learned how to walk again.
Grim helped Misha take his first
steps and supported him when the results turned out to be much less than Misha
had expected. Wearing prosthetic limbs wasn’t a cure-all. Sometimes, it hurt
and was uncomfortable, but with time, and the help of the prosthetist’s adjustments,
Misha was feeling increasingly comfortable on his new feet, which Grim always
compared to a sleek sports bike. They were modern looking, in dark grey and
black, and didn’t attempt to imitate real legs. Misha didn’t want to pretend he
was whole, and he’d rather be reminded of the things that had brought him to
where he was now.Grim’s interest in prosthetics was yet another factor he took
into account when choosing the design. As long as his new legs served their
purpose, Misha was happy to titillate his husband.
“Grim, are you ready?” he yelled
from the garden and picked some strawberries he had planted himself. He never
thought something like gardening could pique his interest, but once he got into
the science of it all, made growth charts and read books on the topic, he found
it a relaxing new hobby. He was still good with computers, but they just never
held the same appeal as before the kidnapping. And even though he was learning
to be around people again, he still felt most comfortable with Grim, plants,
and Strelka, who now sat in front of him, opening her muzzle and watching Misha
as if he’d hypnotized her.
Grim was spending a lot of time
in the clubhouse, but Misha felt safe in their house, always on call, with a
dog that already knew how to attack on command, and with a cellar where he
could hide if bad came to worse and someone chose to break into the home of a
Coffin Nails MC member. So far, Misha had had no trouble.
Grim walked outside in all his
leather glory. He called Strelka over, and after some petting, he locked her in
the house before walking up to Misha with a smirk. The grimace stretched the
scars on his face, only reminding Misha of all they’d been through to be
together. In retrospect, he knew Grim had been right about the whole marriage
thing. They were a perfect match. They understood one another and mended each other’s
wounds in a way no one else could. He couldn’t imagine ever getting bored of
Grim and his tender touch.
With Grim’s support, Misha even
got the courage to gather all the intel he had on Zero’s organization and
handed it over to the police anonymously. If more people could be saved, and
more monsters punished, his heart would be much lighter.
“Ready to go?” asked Grim,
putting on his shades.
“I was the one asking.” Misha
came closer and pulled Grim down for a kiss, as standing on his toes wasn’t an
option in prosthetics. “My pretty peacock.”
Grim blinked and squeezed Misha’s
ass with a sly smile. “Wow, maybe we can finally take those pictures.”
Misha gave a fake gasp. “No! My
hair’s out of place.” He ran his hands over Grim’s chest. Scars or no scars,
Grim would always be his hero, always the only person Misha had eyes for.
“Obviously not now.” Grim pulled
on Misha’s hand and led him to the front of the house. “Remember, you promised
me at least one without the new legs. I’m counting on that.”
“Sure.” Misha reached up and fed
Grim a strawberry. He’d learned to feel much more comfortable about the stumps
since they became a couple. He didn’t hate how they looked anymore. He despised
how they came to be, but there was no changing that. He could only look to the
future. And if his stumps helped him meet his Prince Charming, then maybe the
horror he’d been through was a cruel twist of fate.
Grim led the way to his bike,
which was newly polished and gleamed in the sunlight as Grim mounted it. “Make
sure you eat plenty. Don’t want you to get too drunk tonight.”
Another thing Misha loved about
his new legs. He could safely sit at the back of Grim’s bike. It didn’t get
old.
“You like me drunk.”
“I do!” shouted Grim over the
noise of the engine. Misha rested his head against Grim’s back and smelled the
leather cut, enjoying the knowledge that he was wearing Grim’s name. At the
party, everyone would know.
Grim was the most dangerous man of
all the Coffin Nails, and he was Misha’s only.
The end
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The Devil’s Ride
Sex & Mayhem #2
— You don’t fuck with the club president’s son. —
Tooth.
Vice President of the Coffin
Nails Motorcycle Club. On a neverending quest for vengeance. The last thing he
needs is becoming a permanent babysitter for a male hooker.
Lucifer.
Fallen. Lost. Alone.
After a childhood filled with neglect and
abuse, followed by his mother’s suicide, Lucifer set out into the world alone.
There was nothing for him out there other than taking it one day at a time. As
the bastard son of the Coffin Nails club president, Lucifer never got much fatherly
love. So when the Nails show up at the strip joint Lucifer works in, the last
thing he expects is to be put in the custody of Tooth, the Vice President
famous for his gruesome interrogation techniques. The man proves to be the
sexiest beast Lucifer has ever met. He’s also older, straight, and an itch Luci
can’t ever scratch.
Tooth’s life came to a halt twelve years ago.
His lover got brutally murdered, police never found the perpetrators, and all
leads were dead ends. To find peace and his own justice, Tooth joined the
Coffin Nails, but years on, he’s gotten nowhere with the case, yet still lives
on with the burning fire for revenge.
Babysitting a deeply scarred teenager with a
talent for disappearing is the last thing on his bucket list. He promised himself
to never get attached to someone like him again. To make sure the openly gay
boy is safe in the clubhouse, Tooth is stuck keeping an eye on him. The big,
blue, attention seeking gaze is drawing Tooth in, but fucking the president’s
son is a complete no-go, even when both their feelings go beyond lust.
What Tooth doesn’t know is that Lucifer might
hold the key to the closure Tooth so desperately needs.
POSSIBLE SPOILERS:
WARNING
Contains adult content: a gritty
storyline, sex, explicit language, violence and abuse. Inappropriate use of
dental tools and milk.
Themes:
Prostitution, Outlaw Motorcycle
Club, organized crime, homophobia, family issues, coming out,
discipline/punishment, organ snatching, hurt-comfort, age gap
Genre:
contemporary homoerotic dark
romance