Promises Part 2 Read Online A.E. Via (Bounty Hunters #2)

Categories Genre: Crime, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Bounty Hunters Series by A.E. Via
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Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 95025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
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“You like jazz, yes? I saw your collection, it’s impressive.”

“I do.” Cayson smiled. “I love it. The collection’s kind of a hobby.”

Quick looked at his watch. Cayson needed to go and Quick had work to do, too. “Great! I’ll pick you up at home around six. That work?”

“Perfect. Yes.” That’d give Cayson time to get home and get a little shuteye before going out. Cayson opened his door, but turned when he felt a tug on his elbow. He hid his surprised smile. Quick wanted a kiss goodbye.

This time the kiss wasn’t chaste. It was full of sensual, smoking hot promises. Quick tasted like strong coffee and Cayson slowly dragged his tongue across Quick’s moist palate, seeking his unique taste, sucking his tongue hard enough to make the big man groan. But Quick yanked back like he’d been tazed, leaving Cayson blinking and wondering. Wondering how he could get just a bit more.

“I look forward to tonight, Cays,” Quick said breathlessly, his eyes pinched closed like it’d taken a lot of willpower to end that kiss.

With his own eyes slightly hooded, Cayson nodded. “Me, too. Be careful today.”

Quick winked. “I’ll be extra careful now.”

Cayson starred at Quick for a few seconds, trying to understand what he meant. When the silence had stretched into awkwardness, Cayson gripped his bag tightly and got out the large SUV before he screamed something stupid like, “Take me here! Take me now!”

Quick

Quick pulled his court duty, but it was as annoying and probably equivalent to a police detective having to pull traffic detail. They rotated that assignment because it was cruel and unusual punishment to make one person do it every day. Whenever they returned bonded defendants to jail on a revoked bond when they hadn’t shown up for court, the bail-skipper would get another hearing, and it was necessary for the bonded agent to be there. They also had to be sure to get their money back. The only thing that helped Quick pass the time, as the judge droned through the morning docket, were his thoughts of Cayson and their upcoming date.

Finally, it was lunchtime, and thankfully, the court had gotten to his last case right before it recessed. Quick was in his leathers, ready to get this last duty fulfilled so he could finish planning his date. Vaughan gave him a few pointers on topics to discuss, foods not to order unless you wanted dragon breath, how to be a good giver not just a taker, and of course: what he should wear on his first date with a man, you know, the things a typical father and son talk about. But, as soon as Vaughan hinted at discussing sex, Quick cut him off. He had to draw the line somewhere, and sex tips from his son were miles over that line. He was on his own there… well… he still had YouTube.

Quick was in the office, waiting on the guys to get there so they could recover a perp they’d been trying to find for almost six weeks. He was a two-time loser about to get his third strike, and they all knew what that meant. So the punk went into hiding. Only, the guy didn’t know how damn good they really were, and the King brothers could find an ant in a scorpion hive. There was nowhere to hide.

With his boots propped up on his desk, he enjoyed the peace and quiet while he surfed the web. First, he made reservations for his date, even though the woman who answered the phone at The Foxhole said it wasn’t necessary. But Quick wanted a certain table, so: yes, it was. Then he’d shock the shit out of his date with a very special outing after dinner. Sure, it’d been Vaughan’s idea, and Quick was nervous as hell to execute it perfectly. He’d certainly give it his all. He just hoped he wasn’t being too presumptuous. This was getting so exciting that he fought to drop the persistent smile which had been affixed to his face since he’d made the final preparation for their night out.

Quick craned his head back and looked out the window into the small parking lot to see if anyone had pulled up yet. With nervousness flittering in his stomach, he opened his YouTube app and typed in “gay sex,” his eyes widening to twice their size as soon as the results popped up. All varieties and flavors right there at the tips of his fingers. Taking another glance out at the parking lot, the coast still clear, he clicked on “hottest alpha males sex.” That directed him to a whole new site.

Quick didn’t feel like he had a specific type, but he knew enough to know he liked a man who behaved like one. Quick wanted a partner, not a headache, and certainly not a passive lover. While Cayson was intelligent and strikingly handsome, he was a tad timid, but Quick had noticed over the course of the time that he’d known Cayson, that the man had straightened his backbone significantly. And Quick found it very attractive. The way he stood up to that pretentious doctor, even though the man had delivered a brutal blow to Cayson’s pride. His doctor held his head high. Confidence was an important trait for him to see in someone when dating. He didn’t want to have to constantly build someone up, not at his age, anyway. That’s why he loathed this Dr. Joe character.


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