He nodded and handed me the key. “He enjoys working on motorcycles. If your… friends need any help, let me know, and I’ll see if KC has time.”
“A couple of them are mechanics, but sure.” I winked at him as I walked up the ramp and into the back of the truck. I slid onto my Ducati and shoved the key in my pocket as I hit the ignition. She rumbled to life, the sweet sound turning my belly warm. I’d missed her. When I had her on the ground, I slid off her again, kicking the stand to keep her upright. I replaced the ramp into the bed before I held out my hand to Quain. “Thanks again.”
He took my hand and we shook. “You’re welcome. Don’t break down where I can see you again. I have better things to do than save your ass.” Unlike what I was used to from him, this comment came with a teasing lilt and a small smile.
“You like my ass,” I said slyly.
He rolled his eyes. “Really, Luke, you never stop, do you? Do those lines actually work?” Dropping my hand, he gave me a pinched look.
“I’m a pro at it.” Leaning closer to him, I smiled. “I’ll wear you down eventually.”
“You can keep fantasizing about that.” The quirk of his lips told me I was right. He swiped his fingers through his hair and sighed. “I need to go. Have a good night.”
He went to sidestep me, but I grabbed him, yanking him back toward me. He came without a fight, and when I leaned down to kiss him, he didn’t push me away. His taste was as sweet as I’d imagined, and his mouth was pliable under mine. He rocked forward, and for a few short minutes our lips moved against each other in a slow, lazy pace, until he finally stiffened and shoved backward.
He sniffed and raised his chin. “Good night, Luke.” Spinning on his heel, he stalked to the front of the truck and hopped in, shutting the door firmly behind himself. I couldn’t tear my gaze off him, the feel of his kiss still lingering on my mouth. I grinned and raised my hand in a wave, but either he didn’t see it, or didn’t want to acknowledge it as he drove across dirt road that led out of the junkyard.
When he was firmly out of my vision, I pumped my fist. “Fuck yeah!”
There was laughter at the door, and I grinned at Destiny. He clapped his hands. “Destiny has always wanted a hairstylist friend. Make sure he’s happy, darling, orIwon’t be happy.”
I gave him a salute. “Yes, sir.”
* * *
The next dayI walked into the barber shop with an extra hop in my step. Oli frowned at me from where he sat behind the cash register, his dark brows dipping low in suspicion when I dumped my bag on the floor next to him.
“Did you get laid by someone hot?”
I chuckled and sent him a wink as I went to set up my chair. I had a few other part-time employees, and today was one of the days when they worked. Or at least Watson did. Florence came in tomorrow. That meant I could step out whenever I needed to, and I had plans on visiting Quain to see what he was doing. Maybe tease him a little to see that cute annoyed expression he always gave me.
My cock jumped at the thought of the kiss we’d shared last night. It wasn’t rough or needy, but it had enough passion to give me jerking material. I spent the entire time I showered this morning thinking about it as I pulled my cock until I came so hard I nearly blacked out. If that’s what a kiss did, I was excited about getting him into bed. He’d deny anything happened, because I’d worked beside him long enough to not expect anything less, but I’d been called an obsessive bastard more than once. I was going to get him into my bed if it was the last thing I did. Quain Beaumont’s ass was mine.
“Helloooo.” Oli waved his hand in front of my face, and I startled. I hadn’t realized he’d stepped in close to me, head cocked in confusion. “Jesus, he must have been good for you to go to la-la land. Are you at least going to tell me who he is?”
I grinned and slapped his arm hard enough to knock him forward slightly. He glared when I laughed.
The door opened, the bell at the top of it tinkling to signal someone entering. My gaze slid to the new arrival and my smile nearly broke my face. I licked my lips, stare sliding down the slim, hard lines of Quain’s body. The clothes he wore today didn’t leave much to the imagination. Even his fluffy light coat was tight against his chest, but it was the jeans that had my mouth dry. Skintight, they showed off his strong thighs and muscular legs that I’d bet my bike were bendy as fuck.
Quain cleared his throat, a quick, small smile flickering across his mouth before it was gone again, leaving behind a furrow in his brow as he moved in farther.
“Can we help you?” Oli asked defensively.
Quain’s eyes darted to him for only a short, passing moment before they were back on me, like I was the center of his world and he couldn’t look away for long. He stalked forward and stopped right in front of me, crossing his arms and clenching his jaw. “Mr. Booth, yourgarbageis overflowing. I warned you about this last week.”
“Are you serious right now?” Oli grumbled, but he was promptly ignored by both of us.
“Is it?” I stepped in closer to Quain, tilting my body forward as though I was going to kiss him. I didn’t, though. “I’m so sorry. How rude of me.”
“I can smell it in my salon.” His gaze flicked to my mouth and then back up to my eyes. “Fix it.”
“What if I don’t? Will you come here again? Maybe when I’m all by myself.” I smirked and made a show of licking my lips in a slow slide of my tongue. “I’d really like to see you again.”
“I’m busy,” he snapped. Glancing at Oli with a glare, he lowered his voice. “Last night is not going to happen again, Mr. Booth. It was a mistake.”
I chuckled. “If you say so, Mr. Beaumont. I’ll see you later.”
He grunted, but I didn’t miss another short-lived amused grin before he straightened and stormed out of my shop again. The cute little sway of his hips made his asscheeks bounce in those tight pants, and I needed to subtly squeeze my cock when Oli wasn’t looking.
