Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
Keyes gave a huffed approval. “I hoped you’d want to take it in tonight. It’s ready to go inside. Let me get it off the trailer, and I’ll bring it in,” Keyes said, going to the back to let the ramp down.
Alec watched his love work, giving an oath from this day forward that he’d never doubt Keyes’s again. “You know you’re gonna have to do me on this bike, right?”
Keyes didn’t look up from his task but gave a groan. “You gave my fuckin’ thunder thighs a workout with all the questions you had.”
Alec grinned. Their sex might have been the only reason he had survived the last few months. Now, he better understood and owed his mister some payback. “Okay, I’ll fuck you on the back of the bike.”
“I don’t know if it would survive one of our sessions.” Keyes chuckled. He wasn’t wrong.
“We need to get some quality pictures and videos of the bike next to the tree for marketing next year.” Alec pivoted, watching Keyes work the straps. Maybe use those straps in their bedroom. His mind raced over the possibilities.
“Whatever you think.” Keyes nodded, not looking at him. “Drop the kickstand before I release any more straps.”
Alec did as requested and stayed close to the bike. It was going into their bedroom. He never wanted to be separated from it or Keyes ever again.
Alec’s breath shuddered as he said a prayer to never lose this man. He was so in love.
Chapter Nine
Trace
Trace stood inside Keyes’s kitchen, drinking a glass of water. It was always his rule. One beer to one glass of water. He drained the water in three long gulps and placed the glass aside to be reused.
This might be the best holiday party of his life. He swayed on his feet, realizing his thought came from an intoxicated place. His mind shifted to the incoming text messages his sister continued to send even in the late hour.
She sent pictures of his family together. He came from a lively, energetic bunch. As far as Trace was concerned, his grunge style didn’t really fit with his clean-cut family. Sweater sets abounded in the photos she sent. Not a single tattoo in the bunch. The differences didn’t matter. They missed him. Christmas was the one designated holiday they agreed to be together.
Trace swayed again on his feet.
Joe came from the bathroom right off the living room, and Trace’s gaze locked there. Joe had the same vibe as his family. He was tall. At least six feet. A naturally pretty guy. Nerdy. Didn’t spend a lot of time outside, which was Trace’s preferred place to be. Joe had become Trace’s friend. Like friend, friend. Like best friend. Really fast and solid. They got along great. Joe was the only reason Trace hadn’t gone home for the holidays.
Huh. It was weird to think about it. He was hilarious even in such a potentially life-changing moment.
The government was actively breathing down his neck to move from the South Oak Cliff apartment. No doubt, he’d have to go. It’d be better if he slept somewhere in the stockyards of Fort Worth, much closer to work. But he liked living close to Joe. He couldn’t find a way to make himself leave.
Joe took a swipe at his hair, drawing Trace’s closer attention. That was one of two regular moves Joe made. The other was to push his glasses back in place by poking a finger into the nose bridge. Tonight, Joe had gone without his glasses. When the hair moved, he could see Joe’s face. Man, the guy was nice-looking with his perfectly symmetrical face. Strong jaw, pretty pouty lips, engaging eyes. Joe had a way of making a person feel heard. Trace generally liked that person to be him.
If Trace hadn’t already determined his bisexuality, he’d insist he was gay due to his overwhelming attraction to Joe. His cock zeroed in on the guy like a heat-seeking missile. His body tightened, his hard-on a very real thing, even under all the alcohol he’d drunk tonight.
The only reason he kept Joe in the friend zone was his complete inability to read Joe’s preferences. Joe talked about the women he’d dated, but that had been years ago. The only thing that mattered to Joe was his work. He took his job seriously, putting in an untold number of hours to help Diesel and Shanna navigate the rocky terrain of their undercover work.
He was smart. An intelligence badass.
“I’m goin’ to bed,” Joe announced to the partygoers. Alec sat in Keyes’s lap on the sofa closest to the motorcycle. Cash was passed out on the other end. His head lying on the back edge. His mouth wide opened due to the angle. Shanna and Dev were in a card game, neither willing to accept a loss, so it went on forever. Those two were so much alike.