His Favorite Color is Blood - Coffin Nails MC (gay biker dark romance) (Sex & Mayhem Book 8) Read Online Free

other side of
the vehicle. Blood froze in his veins, and he rushed toward the sound, to the
passenger’s side of the cab.
    “Andrey?”
    Andrey was on the ground, his
smooth stumps sliding against the damp dirt. As much as Grim wanted to help,
his eyes inevitably registered the way Andrey moved. He looked so cute crawling
in the sparse grass, so in need of Grim’s strong arms to help him out.
    For a moment, Andrey stared back
at Grim. “I lost balance,” he said in the end. “I’m sorry.”
    Grim ran up to him and quickly
picked him up, pushing his fingers over the wet skin of Andrey’s legs. “You
need to be more careful. You can’t balance as easily as me,” he said and placed
Andrey back in the seat. The seatbelt came next, but with the cab being so high
up, not to tempt fate, Grim had to climb inside and lean over Andrey’s lap to
fasten it for him. His hand moved along the part of the belt that held down
Andrey’s hips, and when his fingers skimmed over the sweet bird’s crotch,
lustful sparks made Grim pull away. Safety first.
    “Be careful,” he told Andrey
before shutting the door again. There was rope in the back, so he managed to
secure his bike before quickly climbing into the driver’s seat minutes later.
He flashed Andrey a wide smile and started the truck. Even the tank was full.
The biker gods were riding in his favor tonight.
    Andrey clutched the seatbelt,
looking at the darkness between the trees. “Is this your truck?”
    Grim had to stop staring at him,
or he’d crash, but it was no easy feat. Andrey even smelled like something
Grim’s inner predator wanted to munch on all night. Not only did Andrey have
the face of an angel, big brown eyes, and full lips, but also brown freckles
over the bridge of his nose, dotting his pale, otherwise flawless face. His
arms were lean but muscled, probably from moving around in a wheelchair. Leg
amputations were a favorite of Grim’s, and Andrey had not one, but both legs
missing below the knee. Those were all reasons why he was obsessed enough with
Andrey to send him fan mail, even though throughout the years he only got a
single reply. Grim had imagined himself licking the smooth scar tissue so many
times, and now that the dream was about to come true, a giddy feeling spread
throughout his chest.
    Andrey was so helpless, so
fragile, so beautifully broken, and Grim was there to take care of everything
for him. Andrey would fall for him in a heartbeat and become Grim’s only. Even
now, Grim could recall Andrey’s orgasm face, all flushed, his lips parted as he
moaned and asked to be fucked harder on camera.
    “Grim?” Andrey raised his
eyebrows.
    Grim shuddered and nodded as he
drove the truck farther down an asphalt road leading into the woods. “Yeah,
we’re going. I just can’t believe you’re sitting here, next to me,” he said,
slightly embarrassed to sound like a lovesick puppy. It was him men were
usually falling for, ready to take him in their hungry mouths. Then again, one
had to put himself out there if they wanted an outcome. And with the raid done,
Grim only had so much time to get Andrey out of here, so he switched on the
high-beam lights and sped up, rushing for the gates he knew were beyond a long
patch of trees.
    “I …” Andrey glanced at him
warily. “I can’t believe I’m out of there. Even if I was saved by a man in a
skull mask, who calls himself Grim.”
    Grim hummed and briefly put his
hand on Andrey’s thigh. “It’s because of the mask,” he lied. It was the other
way around. He chose the mask to represent the name his club brothers started
using for him. He was the Grim Reaper the Coffin Nails MC had on call.
    The dark shapes of the trees came
and disappeared in the ghostly white light, but with the size of the vehicle,
Grim needed to be extra cautious for any obstructions on the road, because he
wouldn’t be able to avoid them as he would on a bike. He spotted a crooked
shape ahead and swiftly stepped on