Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 114819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 574(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 574(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
A quick inventory of what he’d eaten that day came up empty. Hopefully Cash made it over soon before exhaustion got the best of him. A yawn slipped free, proving his point.
Maybe he had time to order food delivery to get something in his belly before bed.
Maybe he should order delivery right now. They’d leave it at the front door of the building. Ready for him after he banged his agent.
Or he could just chow down on a box of donuts in the morning. The club had food delivery scheduled every day for the next week at the clubhouse or until the festivities came to an end. If he set a reminder on his phone to eat, he’d be back to his normal self in a few days.
He liked a good donut.
How many calories were in a box of donuts? There had to be a couple thousand.
Whatever.
Eating was overrated anyway.
Goose bumps sprang along his arms, rippling across his chest as he tossed the damp towel over the shower door. He grabbed a brush and ran it over his still damp hair then reached for the toothbrush, making quick work there too.
He sensed more than heard Cash coming into the bedroom. Dev swished the cold tap water through his mouth and reached for the hand towel, another Cash purchase. His guy came into the entry of the bathroom. It was the smaller of the two bathrooms but had enough room for his skinny ass and his big, muscled guy who came to stand behind him.
“You ready for me?” Cash asked huskily, his hands rested on Dev’s hips as they stared at each other in the mirror. Cash nestled his still-covered hard steel between the crease of Dev’s naked ass cheeks. The grin was instant, relishing all the calmness that came with Cash. “You okay?”
“I’m gettin’ too skinny,” he murmured, settling back against Cash while running a hand over his ribcage.
“You’re perfect. More handsome than a guy has a right to be. You always have been perfect.” Cash’s hand covered the one Dev used to point out his ribcage. “We have cauliflower chowder left over. I can go warm you a bowl.”
Dev barked out a laugh that might have bordered on psychotic and turned in Cash’s arms, lifting his hands to Cash’s dress shirt. He pulled it free from the waistband then started unbuttoning the shirt from the bottom. “I’d rather wait for the box of donuts I plan to pick up in the mornin’. If I eat a dozen in the mornin’, and a dozen tomorrow night, then do that for a week, I’ll fatten up. That’s gotta be five thousand calories a day. Seems legit.”
Cash only stared at him as if that were the dumbest idea he’d ever heard. “It’s a good thing you’re pretty. I think you need to mix some nutritionally dense foods in there. I promise I make good vegetarian food.”
“We’ll start with the boxes of donuts and work from there,” Dev teased, lifting each of Cash’s wrists to unbutton the sleeves. “Food of champions, I’m sure.”
Cash crooked a finger under Dev’s chin, lifting his face, staring at him as if trying to read his mind. Hell, he struggled reading his own thoughts. How could anyone else know what was going on up there? “What? I’m gettin’ you out of your clothes. It’s a goal.”
“Are the girls going to the funeral? Do they need to ride with me?” Cash asked. “I can rent a bigger car.”
“You’re gonna go?” Dev asked.
“I’m your boyfriend,” Cash answered with a hint of condescension while grinning that pretty smile he had. His tone definitely edged with a “you’re dumb, silly boy.”
Dev grinned.
“Yeah, you are.” He pushed the shirt over Cash’s broad shoulders. “You wear too many clothes,” he said, looking pointedly at the white T-shirt underneath Cash’s dress shirt. Cash lifted the T-shirt from the bottom hem, carefully taking it over his head so as not to hit Dev with a random elbow or hand.
What Cash didn’t do was flip the piece of hair back that fell on his forehead. His guy was so pretty and so considerate in all things. Man, he had it bad. “I’ll leave it up to the girls if they wanna go. One-percenters do funerals differently than normal people. The Disciples’ll show up as the family. Our bikes pull straight to the coffins because we’re doin’ it all at the cemetery. It’ll get loud. Shanna’ll have a place to sit. I’ll make sure there’s seats for you and the girls if they go.”
“Good. I wanna be close just in case anyone gets any ideas,” Cash said and pressed his lips to Dev’s neck, nipping at the skin. He whispered, “Since you don’t know how to duck.”
“Ha. Ha. Agent jokes aren’t all that funny. I’m glad you didn’t shave,” Dev said, extending his neck while releasing the button on Cash’s slacks then lowering the zipper.