He sucks in his cheeks, blows another plume of smoke, and barks in a gritty, commanding voice, “The fuck you just say, huh?”Jax’s sharp, scarred brow lifts, his thin, single-lidded eyes and cocky smirk on a square-jawed, devilishly handsome face suddenly filling Rory’s lowered gaze. The thought of what he’s doing, what he’s about to say, makes his heart pound so hard it might burst.“…Have sex with my girlfriend…”His voice shrinks, teeth clenched, squeezing out words he can’t believe he’s saying, words that shock even himself.Nervous? Gay porn “C’mon, bro, sit, sit.” He drags an empty chair over and plops it behind Rory.Rory keeps his head down, a breeze carrying the musky, sweaty scent of the tall stud next to him. When did he last have a real talk with anyone? A heavy hand presses down on his shoulder, too strong to resist, and Rory’s eyes catch the chair by his legs. Swinging their dicks, chugging booze, and spitting crude shit—that’s their idea of a good time.The second they hear words like “fuck,” “chick,” or “pussy,” these sex-crazed beasts light up, eyes gleaming with sleazy hunger, throwing out lewd grunts and whistles.
