Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 123825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 619(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 413(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 619(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 413(@300wpm)
“How about fashion week or geography or maybe civil disorder around the world? All serious interests of yours.”
“You’re pissing me off. Stop trying to rain on my parade,” Alec said, his brows snapping together.
“So it’s the size of his dick?”
That eased some of his sudden burst of frustration as Alec gave a noncommittal shrug, letting his thoughts be redirected. He didn’t want to ever pare Key down to just sex. They’d proven over and over again it was more than the sexual quest they had started with, but he couldn’t deny Key did have a nice cock. A very nice and pleasurable cock. His body stirred, thinking of a fully naked Key. Alec bit his lip, lost in the instant mental image of a nude Key and blew through a yellow light as it turned red, lost in the distraction.
“You two together? I can’t see it.” Blaine would shit if he knew the truth. This conversation with Blaine proved how unaccepting his friends and family would be toward Key. When the time came for them to be a true out couple, Alec would willingly leave that life behind and forge this new one with his biker.
“Who the fuck cares what you see? He likes me. I like him. And he thinks I’m the hottest guy on this planet.” The smile was back on his face. Alec had been told countless times he was easy on the eyes, but because Key had said those exact words, it made Alec feel so special.
“Shows how little of the world he’s seen. You’re not the hottest guy on the planet,” Blaine said with all authority.
“Thanks. You know, you should consider fucking inspirational speaking as possible employment,” Alec quipped, increasing his speed, mentally running Blaine over in the process.
Blaine completely ignored him. “Clearly, you’re spending lots of time with him. The biker’s coming out in you.”
Since Janice had mentioned his frequent use of more colorful language, he suspected that was probably true. Key used the word fuck as a verb, noun, adjective, and adverb, sometimes all in the same sentence.
“So if his club gets taken down by the feds, are you an accomplice?”
“You’re a douche. I’m hanging up.”
He didn’t have to justify his decisions to Blaine or to anyone. Alec reached to end the call.
“Because, honestly, I don’t think orange should be your new black.”
Alec hung up while laughing at his friend’s absurdity. Blaine never quit and had always been there for him when needed. He honestly didn’t see that changing, but one thing was for sure, Blaine needed to get used to Key being in his life.
As Alec turned on West Davis Street, he thought about calling Rosa Daly to let her know of his success this morning, but decided to wait as he saw the approaching tire shop. His heart picked up a beat, staring at the sign in the distance as he came to another red light. In all their time together, Alec hadn’t gone back to the tire shop, not since he’d had his tires changed the day after meeting Key.
This seemed like a breach of his and Key’s vow to stay hidden. Maybe he shouldn’t do this.
No, driving down a street was a normal act. Hell, he could be having lunch in the Bishop Arts district. That was something he’d wanted to do since he’d driven there his first time.
The light turned green as his phone rang again. He looked down for a second to see Janice’s name appear on the screen. He answered while slowing his speed on the approach to the tire shop.
“Hey, can you have lunch today?” Janice asked.
“Sure, I’m in the Bishop Arts area. Come here?” Alec asked.
“Oh, good choice. How about Gloria’s? I’m fifteen minutes away.”
“See you then.” Alec ended the call as he slowly drove past Tires. To his relief, Key was outside, standing in the partially filled parking lot. Alec’s gaze locked on Key, who became the only thing he saw. His heart leaped at the sight of his man and the innate connection they shared seemed to hold as Key looked over at the street as he passed by. For a brief few seconds, Alec was filled with unbelievable joy that instantly faded as Key left his view. Alec took a deep breath, absorbing the sudden rush of such a high, then the immediate low as the shop disappeared behind him. That was all right. He got his fix. That would be enough for now.
=♥=
Hound, a patched brother of the Disciples of Havoc, came to a stop directly in front of Keyes. He then took a half step to the left, purposefully blocking Keyes’s view of his father who sat dutifully in the passenger side of a club-owned tow truck with a car loaded in the rear. Keyes gave Hound props for trying to shield him from his old man, but he should have rolled up the truck’s windows because nothing could drown out the vitriol spewing from his father’s hateful mouth.