“What’s wrong?” she asked, pulling away to look in my eyes. “You’re usually pretty into this?”
It was then I realized her hand was on my cock, but it was limp and not aroused.
“Why don’t you try sucking it? That always seems to help.”
She dropped to her knees, pulling my length between her lips. Mitzi made some obnoxious sounds with her mouth, like she somehow thought it would arouse me in some way.
It had the opposite effect.
I tried to block it out, picturing Skid down on his knees in front of me instead, but it wasn’t working.
My mind started to play tricks on me. And the image of him down on his knees replaced her vibrant red hair and freckles.
“Fuck, Jason. Just like that.”
She pulled away, eyes widened in horror. “Jason? Who the fuck is Jason?”
“Shit, that just slipped out.”
“Are you some kind of faggot?” she asked, laughing like a bitch. “You are, aren’t you? Figures, you always liked to give it to me up the ass. Wait till the other girls hear this. Big, bad Warrant is a closeted fag.”
“Shut the fuck up!” I yelled.
She smirked at me. “Yeah, nice try. But this is just too good of gossip to keep to myself.”
She started walking for the door, but I whipped her back to me, holding a knife to her throat. “Say one fucking word, and I’ll slit your goddamn throat.”
Her eyes widened. “I was just joking, Warrant, calm the fuck down.”
The blade dug even deeper, pricking her flesh. “I’m fucking serious, Mitzi. If you want to live to see tomorrow, you won’t speak a word of this to anyone.” When she didn’t say anything, I shook her, digging the blade in more. “Do you fucking understand? I’ll slit your goddamn throat if you even think about saying anything.”
She gulped, tears streaming down her face. “I hear you,” she said. “I’m sorry.”
I pushed her towards the door. “Get the fuck out of here before I second guess myself.”
She ran from the room, tears streaming down her face. But the damage was done. If I didn’t do something fast, the club was going to find out about our dirty little secret. I couldn’t let that happen. The hard part was, there was only one thing that would tear this club apart enough to take the heat off me. But that was a death sentence in itself.
I didn’t know what was worse. The club finding out I liked men, or Sabbath finding out his Ol’ Lady’s been sleeping with every man in his club, me included. Shit, there really was no good outcome that could come of this.
It was either expose Shasta and all her wrong doings, or expose my secret to men who just wouldn’t understand.
“Hey, was that Mitzi running out of here?” Skid asked, suddenly appearing in the doorway.
“Yeah.”
“Why was she crying?”
I sighed. “Because I said something I shouldn’t have, and now everything is all fucked up.” My hand found his neck, and I pressed my forehead to his. “Don’t worry, though. I’m going to make things right, Jason. I swear to you I will.”
“What’s that even mean?” he asked, his eyes widening after I gave him an unexpected kiss. The man was pretty much done with me, and I was throwing him so many mixed signals, but I had to do this. It was the only way to protect us both.
“You’re scaring me, Warrant. What the fuck are you going to do?”
“Whatever I have to, to protect us.”
Before he could say anything else, I fled my room, looking for the only man that could create enough chaos to take the heat off me.
Sabbath.