Page 8 of Ruger

Did I just kick a hornet’s nest?

“You’re…you’re a Savage King?” I ask in disbelief. If he was a member, he would be wearing their colors, a cut, have a skull king tat or something, right?

“Yeah, I am.”

Oh, hell no. I’m so screwed if the Kings come after us. Maybe he’s lying. He’s been telling me lies about everything else I asked him.

“Where’s your cut?”

“Back on my bike in the parking lot. It wasn’t like I could just walk in here wearing it.”

Goddamn it. I think I may actually believe him.

And now it’s time for damage control.

“Listen, I don’t want to cause any problems between the Kings and the Hounds,” I tell him honestly. Isaac has been furious ever since he heard they formed a chapter nearby in Rockland. At the same time, he knows we don’t have the men to take on a group with as many members nationwide as the Savage Kings. “But it’s going to take more than your weak-ass prospect offer to convince me to let you go without involving Isaac.”

“I won’t tell anyone I met you, so it’s not a big deal.”

“It could be. I just got my patch; I can’t fuck up.”

“You’ve already taken my money, my gun, and my dignity. Tell me what else you want from me so I can go!”

Without hesitation, I tell him exactly what I want, what I’ve wanted since I was fourteen. “I want you on your knees, your lips wrapped around my cock.”

Ruger, also known as RJ, not surprisingly, stares at me blankly for half a beat before he laughs. “No fucking way!”

“You would rather take a bullet from Isaac than suck my dick?”

“Yes.”

“Yes?” I repeat.

“Yes. Savage Kings don’t bow to anyone.”

Shit, I guess he’s honestly not gay or even bisexual. “Then you’re an idiot.”

“So, I’ve been told.”

“What do you mean?”

“Everyone knows I’m – what’s the saying? Not the brightest bulb in the box. A few cards short of a full deck. Missing a few buttons on the remote control…”

Unable to help my grin, I tell him, “Okay, I get it. So what if you’re not a genius? At least you’re pretty.”

“You think I’m pretty?” he asks with a big smirk before his jaw drops open comically. “Ohhh, shit! You’re gay!”

“Shut up before someone hears you!” Slapping my palm over his mouth, I walk him backward two steps until his back is against the port-a-potty again. His eyes widen in surprise, but he doesn’t push me off him or try to peel my hand away. “It seriously took you that long to figure it out?”

He shrugs casually since he can’t speak.

Right, not the brightest bulb.

The two of us just stand there staring at each other for several long seconds, my body only a sliver away from being pressed entirely to his. And damn, I like that we’re the exact same height standing eye to eye, toe to toe.

God, I want to move my hand and kiss him. But since that’s apparently not going to happen, that only leaves us with one way to handle this.

I guess I have to let him go.

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