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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“Excuse me?”

“I know you already let him fuck you. I accept responsibility for allowing you to get so desperate that you’d pick up a thug off the corner and let—”

“Get out!” Cayson thundered, oblivious to where he was. Joe made him so furious he was having a difficult time not punching him in the mouth, so forget about keeping his voice calm. “I wouldn’t fuck you if my life depended on it.”

“Maybe it does.”

Cayson froze in place. Joe’s words were sort of frightening, but they were delivered in such a nonchalant tone that it was confusing him. Was that a threat? Cayson thought about what Joe had said to Quick before he left that morning. Told him this wasn’t over. Maybe he should push his panic button. Feeling for his watch, he realized he didn’t have it on. Fuck! He’d had such a relaxing morning after he and Quick made love that when he’d gotten paged to come in for a patient, he’d left hurriedly so he could get back to learning the big man who was smoothly working his way into his heart. He remembered taking it off last night, thinking that he didn’t need to be wearing it while he was with Quick. He’d made a mistake, and Quick was not going to be pleased.

Joe ignored Cayson’s incredulous look, steadily unzipping his pants. His cock was actually hard, his uncut meat pressing forcefully against the thin black cotton of Joe’s briefs.

“I’m not having sex with you, Joe. We’re in my office. In the hospital! Where someone could see you… hear you. Are you ready to come out?”

“There’s nothing to come out about.”

“Your head is completely screwed up, Joe. You need help.”

“I need your ass.”

“That ship has sailed.”

“Did he fuck you that good?”

“Yes,” Cayson quipped right back. He wanted to make Joe hurt. Wanted him mad enough to get the fuck out of his space.

“He’s not as good as me.” Joe looked around. “No one can see in here and I’ll make sure you stay quiet.” Joe laughed, but Cayson knew he wasn’t joking. He had to get out of there. “I’m going to make you forget him. That’s for sure.” Joe squeezed his dick, moaning Cayson’s name. “I know what to do to make you mine.”

“Nothing,” Cayson hissed.

“Stop fighting this. It’s what’s best for both of us. You know you can’t be serious about that guy. You’re a professional, Cayson. Are you trying to end your career?”

“Leave.”

Joe was on Cayson in a heartbeat, pushing him against the bookshelf behind his desk. Joe smelled and felt so different from Quick. He was so much smaller, his chest was frail and bony, where Quick was thick and firm with muscle. Joe reached down and grabbed between Cayson’s legs, clumsily aiming for his balls. Cayson swore and grunted, closing his thighs tight, trying to push Joe’s hands off him. It made him sick to his stomach. He didn’t want Joe’s grimy hands on him. Ever again.

“This is sexual harassment,” Cayson said, finality in his voice and his actions as he pushed hard against Joe’s chest, putting some much-needed distance between them.

Joe’s eyes were wide as he began to zip up his pants as if he was being watched by Candid Camera. “Harassment, Cayson?” Joe’s mouth was in a firm line, his neck turning redder the more he righted himself. He angrily shoved the hem of his turtleneck back into his slacks. “It was just last month you were begging me to take you, any way I wanted. Now you’re yelling sexual harassment. Fine. You and your hoodlum can live happily ever after. I’m done trying to help you.”

“Thank you for your blessing.”

Joe’s eyes narrowed to slits. “No one embarrasses me.”

“I’m not try—”

“Save it!” Joe barked startlingly; loud enough to make Cayson jump in the quiet office. Joe flung the door open hard enough that it bounced off the arm of the couch. “You’ll regret this,” Joe said in parting.

I think I already do.

Quick

“Let’s be sure to stay alert. Don’t assume anything and don’t underestimate this guy. Money is power and he has a lot of it,” Brian signed, his brother translating for him.

“He’s a spoiled brat who’s used to getting his own way,” Quick huffed.

“The rich ones usually are,” Duke confirmed. “Damn, how old is he?”

“Like forties. Fuck if I know. Too damn old to be pulling bullshit, Mickey Mouse stunts like this,” Quick scoffed.

Brian was reading over some information on Dr. Joe’s family while his older brother, Ford, spoke with Quick about their next move. “Let’s wait and see, Quick. If he wants you bad enough, he’ll come get you. We don’t want to be the ones to initiate anything.”

“You just be ready,” Duke added.

Quick was always ready. He looked at his best friend, making eye contact, trying to relay his concerns without actually saying it out loud.


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