Page 11 of The Love Obsession (Bloody Desires #11)

“Any problems?” Zayn asked happily, and I flinched because I’d forgotten he was right behind me.

I faced him, squaring my shoulders and taking in his wide smile and handsome face.

He was so much sexier in the afternoon sun and that pissed me the fuck off.

His hair was a deep red—natural and bright—and his green eyes reminded me of the color of his car, the same one he had parked off the side of the road.

They were darker than the paint, though, and much nicer.

“Everything figured out? We could go have dinner first.”

I shrugged. “Nah, I’m not having a meal with you, Fancy Pants. Not my style. We could just go back to the hotel to fuck. That’s all I’m after.”

He faltered, his smile wavering, but he quickly regained his footing with a wide grin that took up nearly all his face.

“Okay. What do you want to do other than sex, Moosey Bear? Should we go back to that asylum? Have another fight? We could perhaps get into the room together as partners. That’d be fun. ”

I exhaled heavily through my nose. He wasn’t going to stop. What did he want from me? Most guys were happy to get off and get lost, but not Zayn. Was his money really boring him that he wanted something—or someone—fun to do?

“Nah, not that either. That was amateur night and it happens once a month. Uhlig has other shit happening. Rich people shit.” I crossed my arms and lowered my chin to my chest with a frown.

Uhlig was a mob boss even though he preferred to call himself a businessman.

He ran all kinds of underground events, but the only one I knew about was fight night.

I didn’t have the cash to be invited to anything else.

Zayn cupped my cheek, and while I knew I should be pushing him off again, it was kind of awesome, so I leaned into his touch. His thumb stroked my skin like he was trying to tame a wild animal. Maybe that was what I was to him—a beast that needed humanizing. Fuck that. I didn’t want to change.

“Tell me more about this rich people shit. Because I am rich.” The confidence drifted off him as though part of his natural scent. He didn’t hesitate and wasn’t ashamed of speaking the fucking truth. I wanted to hate him for the cash he had, but I couldn’t.

“Don’t know what you want me to tell you, Fancy Pants.

I’m not privileged enough to know jack shit.

I haven’t got the money. All’s I know is Uhlig has all these events for the filthy rich to bet on.

The nuthouse’s new. I heard there’s some fucked-up shit that happens in there, especially if you pissed off Uhlig in some way or another.

” I shook my head. “I’ve always been smart enough not to get in his way. I like my ten fingers and toes.”

Interest flared in his gaze as he leaned toward me, his mouth brushing over mine. I rocked forward, then back, because I wanted to kiss him, but it was a really stupid idea, especially in public. I still had coworkers heading home and any one of them could catch me in this position.

Still, my cock chubbed up in my jeans, begging for some action. I was only a man, one who hadn’t been fucked in weeks. It wasn’t the longest time I’d gone without a good fuck, but I hated it anyway.

“Mm.” He touched my chest, his hand following a trail of sweat-stained cloth between the peaks of my pecs and down over my stomach. My abs jumped under his touch, but not as much as my cock. “How do I get in contact with Uhlig, Moosey Bear?”

I blinked as I focused on his words, which wasn’t easy because most of my blood had headed south to my hard-on. “You don’t, dude.”

He tapped my cheek with a finger on his opposite hand, making me freeze. “Daddy. No more dude or fancy pants. Call me Daddy. That’s my first order to you, boy.”

My cock jerked, his words going straight to my balls. Lust zipped through me, lighting my veins on fire. Yeah, both me and my cock liked that nickname a lot. Fucking hell. Was I really that fucked in the head? Apparently.

I swallowed around the desire that built in the base of my throat, where a moan threatened to spill out, but I managed to keep it deep in my chest.

The hand traveling south on my abs grabbed my cock, squeezing, and the moan ripped right out of me. There was no way in hell I was keeping it in. I cursed and breathed heavily through my nose. I shouldn’t have gone commando to work, but now my slit was wet and slicking up the inside of my jeans.

“Now tell me, how do I get in contact with Uhlig?” He got in close and licked the shell of my ear with enough saliva to hydrate a man who’d been stuck in the desert for months.

But that was what I felt like right now—thirsty.

So fucking thirsty. “I’m rich and I’m intrigued, and I want to take you on a date, Moosey Bear.

You’d enjoy going to whatever spectacle he puts on, wouldn’t you? ”

Fuck yeah, I would, but I never dreamed of it being possible. From the rumors that circulated, I’d heard it was bloody and violent, and men played games to save themselves from death. The ones who lived usually went crazy. That’s why Uhlig had bought the nuthouse.

Maybe the guys never actually left.

I shuddered against the onslaught of Zayn’s tongue and hand, caught between rocking into his palm and trying to escape it. His teeth trapped my earlobe and he tugged hard enough to hurt. I groaned.

“I don’t know how to call him,” I stuttered out the answer, which wasn’t usual for me, but he was rubbing me harder and I wanted to explode in my pants. “I only contact one of the guys who runs the fights in the nuthouse. They call him Hannibal. He’s a mean motherfucker.”

Mean and crazy hot, which wasn’t a good combination. Zayn was almost sweet, but there was also something fucking sexy about him. I couldn’t figure out the appeal yet. The sex was awesome, so I guess there was that.

“Mm.” He nuzzled the skin below my earlobe, swiping across it with his tongue. “Give me his number tonight. I’ll work my magic.”

My cock jerked. I shouldn’t be so turned on by this, but I was. A man who understood what I might enjoy? Fuck, I was in trouble. After Roger the Dodger, I was trying to avoid anything other than sex.

The sound of rubber on the loose gravel of the road next to us made me jump back against my car and away from Zayn. A truck passed and one of my coworkers, Nick Rosso, waved out the window. I mirrored him, offering him a nod, and waited until he was well down the road before I breathed again.

Damn it, that was close.

I glanced at Zayn. “Listen, just...send me the name of the hotel. I’ll get an Uber there. I’ve gotta take the car home.”

Zayn smirked and crossed his arms. “How do I know my boy will come?”

“Because your boy wants to actually come, Daddy.” Heat rose in my cheeks. Get your shit together, Moose. I backed away. “Text it to me. Oh, and give me cash for the Uber.” I held out my hand.

Zayn chuckled, eyes shining and mouth wet as he licked his lips. “It’ll be easier for me to send it to you electronically this time.”

“No fucking idea how,” I grumbled. “Just give me the cash when I get to the hotel. Gonna need to put it in my bank.” I slid into the driver’s seat of the car and peered out the window. “Hey, dude.”

His eyebrows furrowed the moment “dude” was out of my mouth.

“If you wanna make me really call you Daddy, you better make it hurt first.” I pushed the pedal to the metal before he could comment, laughing as I went.

If Fancy Pants wanted to prove he was worth it, I wanted to feel pain with my pleasure.

And hell, if he could get us in the audience at the nuthouse, I’d probably blow him right there in the crowd with people watching us.