Underneath His Armor (MM)

Outlaw MC 2

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 18,090
4 Ratings (4.8)

What if bad guys ruled the world and the good guys were the outlaws?

As President of the Outlaw MC of Mars, Knox needs to keep his head clear and always stay on alert. That’s easier said than done. In the middle of this war with the government, another MC wants to start making some big moves. Knox knows they need to watch the their backs but he also wants to protect his club brothers.

Knox and Liam grew up looking out for one another. That didn’t change when they were sent to prison or when they turned helplessness into a thriving motorcycle club. But Knox is determined to hold Liam at a distance to keep the MC objective safe. When Liam is injured, Knox is faced with a terrible truth. What if Liam dies before Knox can say just how much he loves the sexy VP?

Explosions, hover bikes, corruption, and hot sex. Will life on Mars keep two men from finding happiness together?

Be Warned: m/m sex, multiple partners

Underneath His Armor (MM)
4 Ratings (4.8)

Underneath His Armor (MM)

Outlaw MC 2

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 18,090
4 Ratings (4.8)
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I love this new series by Jthe King Of Outrage, James Cox. This series is about an outlaw MC gang that live on Mars. Earth is now a prison colony. Things are much different in the future. Women are used for breeding purposes only, men of color are forced into slavery, smoking, drinking, homosexuality, and anything besides missionary sex is against the law. Understand why the Outlaws are the good guys now?
Outlaw, the clubs President, built the club with his best friend Liam, a.k.a. Lover, V.P. of the club after Outlaws parents were executed. They are trying to right the government's wrongs.
What Outlaw didn't plan on was his feelings for his V.P. He knows he can't fall in love and take his job as the President on. Or can he? Will he be able to deny his feelings or will a near tragedy force him to face the truth?
In usual James Cox style, there is smoking hot scenes and an amazing story to go with it! Long live my King of Outrage!!!
Shirley W.
It's interesting to read how the president of a motorcycle club became a outlaw. It reveal the hardship for different races. I enjoyed very much. Nicely done, James.

“Why would you lie to the club? Why would you lie to me?”

“They don’t matter where my dick is concerned.” I kicked the nearest chair and regretted my words instantly. I should have said everyone didn’t matter. I shouldn’t have singled Lover out. “Just fucking drop it.”

Lover grabbed my bicep.

I turned toward him, his green eyes pulling me in like a damn trance. “Leave. It. Alone.”

“No. Lies destroy a club. Lies get people killed.”

“It’s too fucking hard,” I shouted. Damn it, I had to get control of my outbursts.

“What’s hard?”

“I am.” Big fucking balls! I took a deep breath and laid my forehead against the closed door. “I’m hard, Lover. Every time I see you, every time I hear your voice, every time I fucking smell you. You are a distraction in the middle of a deadly war that I can’t shake. All I do is

dream of you naked and think about kissing your lips. So no, I am not fucking the prospect.”

There, I wasn’t lying.

“So why aren’t you fucking me?”

“Lover...” His name came out a harsh whisper. “I’d be thinking about your ass instead of taking down Wexmen.” It was the honest truth. “We’ve started something with this club. Others are rising up and joining us. Now is not the time for this.” We had a huge job tomorrow.

Lover moved closer, too fucking close.

I could smell his cologne, musky and subtle. My gaze went from his eyes the color of spring grass to his soft lips. Lover slid his tongue out and dampened the bottom lip. My cock was all sorts of excited, pressing against the zipper of my jeans almost painfully. “We can’t.” The protest sounded pathetic. Too raspy and deep. My breathing doubled as if I was sprinting, but I hadn’t moved an inch. Even my fingers jerked. I wanted to grab handfuls of his brown hair and hold him still while I ravaged his mouth. “Oh, fuck.” I sunk my right hand into his hair. It was short so I couldn’t get a great grip. Still I tugged the locks and jerked his head back. I could see the long expanse of his tanned neck and his chiseled jaw. He licked his lower lip again. This was such a bad idea it was almost epic and yet I was lowering my head. Lover was shorter than me, so I got to tower over him and exert more dominance. I stuck my tongue out and glided it along his lower lip. I used my teeth to nip at his chin.

He gasped.

My cock nearly plowed through my zipper at the sound. I wished we were naked so I could watch his growth. A kiss would have to do for now before my mind overrode my dick. I took his bottom lip between my teeth, holding him still as I applied pressure. Just enough to sting, then I placed my mouth over his and plunged my tongue inside. It was a claiming, a show of dominance that I knew I’d win. Our first kiss had been hesitant and awkward. This one was pure lust. I took control, savoring the shudder that ran through Lover’s body. My tongue invaded so deep he nearly gagged. I tightened my grip on his hair and used my other hand on his throat, squeezing gently. I sucked on his tongue then sunk my teeth into his lower lip. The sharp, copper taste of blood filled our mouths. I licked at both his lips and then fixed my mouth to his again. My lungs were burning, our breaths like strong winds between us. I walked Lover backward with my hand on his throat. He bumped into the wall. I used that barrier to my advantage and pressed my body against his. I could feel the heat coming from his skin under his shirt. My cock ground against his upper belly and I felt his against my thigh. I thrust against him, taking his mouth with pure savagery.

Then the door opened.

I pulled apart from Lover so fast I was almost dizzy. “Get out!”

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