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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Quick went into the living room and didn’t stop until he was standing close enough to the doctor for him to smell his aftershave. Cayson hastily diverted his eyes from Quick’s, like he was being extra careful how he looked at him, and he began to nervously dig in his bag, coming up with a device that looked like a twelve-inch tablet.

“And that is?” Quick hadn’t moved. He knew he was flustering the doctor with his proximity, but he had a purpose for doing it. He hadn’t called Cayson because he wasn’t sure the man would be willing to forgive him for being a massive asshole, especially after everything he’d had done for his family. However, he was here. He’d come, regardless that Quick had yet to apologize.

Cayson was doing everything to keep from looking directly at Quick. Now he was desperately searching for an electrical outlet for his machine. “This is a radio portable X-ray. It uses digital imaging technology to compact the images so I can immediately see any broken bones, fractures, or whatever other abnormalities may be there. It’s very accurate and eliminates having to go and wait in the radiology department. Or for patients who can’t get to a hospital.”

Quick smiled. Damn, the man was so smart and sweet. “You brought this over here for me?”

“Well,” Cayson said slowly. “I brought a few things. I wanted to be sure to check you over real good.” Cayson’s cheeks flooded with color when the words left his lips. He scrunched his brow and waved his hand in the air. “You know what I meant. Would you mind lying down in your recliner? It’ll be easier for me to move around you… unless you were busy… like about to put on more clothes or something.”

Quick’s smirk was fuckin’ sinister before he slowly walked over to his large, brown leather recliner, which was positioned in front of his big screen television, and pulled the handle until he was lying almost flat. He could easily sleep in his chair. He lifted his arms, making sure his biceps flexed along with the movement, and linked his fingers behind his head. “Nope. I’m all yours. Examine away.”

Cayson

What the fuckin’ fuck? Quick was practically naked. Okay. What kind of game was this? Screw with the horny, gay man’s willpower. Did Duke know that Quick walked around his house like this? In various stages of undress? Why wasn’t he warned? Fuck the fact he wasn’t wearing a stich of underwear under those thin-ass cotton pants that hung low enough to show his enticing trail of damp, sandy brown hair along his stomach and above his pubic bone, but he was shirtless and still smelling heavenly from the shower Cayson must’ve interrupted. Even Quick’s long hair was still dripping small beads of moisture. Oh, but that large chest was so hard to ignore. Muscles, bulges, and vibrant tattoos were everywhere, and damn if the bruises didn’t make Quick look like the bad boy Cayson had heard he was.

Damnit, now he was getting hard. He knew better than to ogle Quick like that. Did he want a repeat of the last time he was here? Shit, shit. “Um. I’m gonna go wash my hands.” Cayson darted down the hall, making a hasty retreat behind the bathroom door. He washed his hands three times before splashing cool water on his face. He needed to calm down. He just wasn’t sure how. He had a walking, talking, wet dream waiting for him to give him a complete exam. He counted backwards from twenty twice while he composed himself. He noticed that Quick had changed the wallpaper in his bathroom since the last time he’d been there. It was good that Quick took so much pride in his home. If Cayson had ever been officially invited, he’d probably feel more welcome to explore the nice space, but he didn’t get that feeling when he was here. He wasn’t quite sure what welcome even felt like. He definitely wasn’t welcome at Joe’s house.

The portable X-ray device was already fully charged, but Cayson had plugged it in anyway, to put some much-needed breathing room between him and his new patient. That’s right, be professional. He’s a patient, not a lover. He could do this, right? He could professionally examine Quick as a favor to a friend. He’d done countless favors for others. This was no different. He’d performed mouth to snout on a dog before; surely, he could handle this. Cayson unplugged the tablet and shook his head at his own weirdness. Where’s the correlation between helping a dog and fawning over Quick?

Huffing softly and sending up a fast prayer for strength, he powered up the device and stood next to Quick’s outstretched chair. He cleared his throat a couple times before he was able to speak. “You can put on a shirt if you want. The device can be used over several layers of clothing, actually.” Cayson tried to appear unfazed, but he had a feeling he was failing, because Quick wasn’t budging to cover himself.


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