Hammer flinched and scribbled a garbled line on the paper when their club president, Lion, tossed another glass at the wall. Crushed glass fills up his eyes, his lips are in shreds, all because he couldn’t fucking shut up. Blood will stain his pale beard red and slowly soak into the patch at the front of his leather vest. (Occasional attendance and participation at adult parties)

WARNING: This story contains scenes of violence, abduction, gore, offensive language and morally ambiguous characters. Themes: bi-awakening, grumpy/sunshine, abduction, size difference, brat, first love, revenge, enemies to lovers, betrayal, coming out, forced proximity, partners in crime, biker gang, first gay relationship, antihero, opposites attract, dark humor He’s not a traitor, and he will prove it if it kills him. Oh well, he’s here for a good time, not a long time. One thing leads to another and-oops-now he’s Hammer’s hostage, they’re going God knows where, and Dex lands in a cage next to a… tiger? Standing guard at a secret junkyard prison is serious business, but Dex’s horny brain still gets the best of him. So maybe it’s not so perfect that Hammer is his prisoner, but beggars can’t be choosers.

He is thrilled when life offers him the opportunity to introduce himself to the bloodthirsty biker god. Weapon of choice: Dumb jokesįrom the moment Dex saw Hammer smash a man’s head open like it was a watermelon, he was obsessed.

“He says I’m the dumbest hostage he’s ever had.

Red Hot by K.A. Merikan