Losers: Part II (Losers, #2)

by Harley Laroux

There wasn’t much room back here but I was determined to make it work. Fucking him in Jess’s car just felt right.

I didn’t need to cause physical pain to satisfy my sadism; watching him struggle so hard against my tenderness was more than enough.

“This is what you needed, isn’t it, pup? Just someone to take care of you, fuck all the bad thoughts away. Remind you how fucking sexy and strong and incredible you are —”

“We want to show you more of our world,” Jason said. “We want more adventures,” Vincent said. “More challenges,” Lucas added with a smirk. “We want you,” Manson said. “To be part of us. Will you?”

“Yes, sir,” she said. Her tone was demure; her expression was anything but. “Although, if you wanted me to heel, you should have brought a leash.”

The folks who claim to hate you, those who are willing to hurt you, they’d prefer that we all stay hidden away. When judging and shaming us doesn’t work, they’ll try violence. Then they’ll offer thoughts and prayers when people end up dead on account of their hate.”

Someone laughed too loudly behind him and Lucas flinched again. But this time, slowly, Jason grasped Lucas’s arm and drew close to him, positioning his body between Lucas and the walkway. He didn’t say anything; he didn’t need to.

I put my arm around Lucas’s shoulders, gave him a kiss on the cheek that made him groan at the affection, and said softly, “You’re being really damn brave, you know.”

He winced, looking at me as if in pain. “Don’t start saying nice things to me, man. Come on, I’m…I don’t…” He sighed. “Thank you.”

Manson overhead us, because he looked over his shoulder and said, “Hey, be gentle with him. Being forced to listen to nice th...

Jess hesitated for a moment, torn between sitting at my side or joining Manson and Lucas.

“You look nervous, pup,” he finally said. Jason snickered, and Lucas whipped his head around to snap something in retaliation. Manson grabbed his face and jerked it back. “I spoke to you. Not him. Keep your eyes where they belong.”

“What do you want?” I said. I was smiling like a madman but I couldn’t help it: seeing her struggle like this, trying desperately to hide her embarrassment, gave me such a rush.

“Look at me,” I said, and she gulped as she lifted her eyes. They were wide, her pupils full and dark with lust. I watched her expression, her movement, her awareness — searching for any indication she wasn’t mentally present enough to make this decision. But all I saw in her was embarrassment and desire, inextricably tangled.

“I love you, Jess. Then, now, and always.”

There was a massive fireplace in the living room, and as the realtor went on about how cozy the room would be on a cold night, all I could think about was how there was more than enough room to have an orgy in front of the fire.

“Better be a damn good duck,” Lucas said. He gave my ass a squeeze, his voice a growl in my ear as he said, “I knew you’d be wearing a thong under that slinky little thing.” “Thong?” I gave him an innocent look. “Oh, you think I’m wearing underwear?” Lucas stopped abruptly. “Vince, the duck isn’t worth it.”