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You’re also not gay, so you can’t fuck a man’s mouth,my head reminds my twitching dick. Fantasies are one thing. As long as they stay in my head, it’s probably not that big of a deal. I won’t ever act on them, though.
“Get out of my garage,” I tell him.
The bastard’s tongue wets his lips, which I can’t help but notice don’t look that much different than a woman’s. Then he says, “You don’t want a no-strings-attached blowjob?”
“Nope.”
“No?” He sounds surprised by my rejection. His face even falls like he’s disappointed.
“I can get a no-strings-attached blowjob whenever I fucking want. From women. Not from some random asshole who robbed me.”
“Right,” he says. “You were drunk. You were walking around with a hard dick. It didn’t mean anything the other night.”
“Right,” I agree with him, although I think he was probably being sarcastic. “I’m not interested in doing anything with you, and I never will be.”
“Fine,” he says with a small shrug, as if he doesn’t really care. He tosses my gun to me. Of course, I wasn’t expecting it, so I juggle it before getting a good grip on it. By the time I look up again, I just catch the snarling devil dog patch on his back before he disappears.
And I’m just a little bit disappointed as I hear his motorcycle – definitely a Harley, a Street Glide if I’m not mistaken.
“Who was that?” Jordan asks from the office door while I’m still standing in the same spot, holding my Ruger.
I turn to face him and to stop thinking about the Devil Hound. “Nobody.”
“Huh,” he mutters as he leans a shoulder against the doorframe. “He’s hot.”
“He’shot? What the hell, Jordy? Why would you say that?”
“Because it’s true.”
“Is it?” I’m sort of relieved to know another guy thinks Thane is attractive and it’s not just me.
“Do you need glasses? He’s so damn pretty he tries to distract from his face with all the ink.”
“Yeah, well, he’s also an asshole. And a member of the Devil Hounds MC.”
“I know. I saw the patches. How do you know him?”
“I don’t. Not really.”
“No? So, he’s just a random stranger who came in and asked to blow you?”
“Jesus fuck, Jordan!” I exclaim, certain I’m going to melt into a pile of embarrassment based on how hot my skin feels. “You were listening to us?”
“He wasn’t exactly whispering sweet nothings, was he? I had him pegged as soon as he got off his bike.”
“Pegged? What do you mean?”
“It was the tight jeans. Like tighter than most bikers would be comfortable riding in, but he wants everyone to see the outline of his dick.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose and close my eyes to avoid looking at the kid. “I don’t…I can’t even with you right now.”
“You’re upset because I made a few observations about your boy?”
“He’s not my boy!”
“He wants to be. Or he wants you to be his boy. I bet he’s a top.”
“What…why…how do you know all this?” I ask before it finally occurs to me. “Are you…”
