Page 9 of Stealing His Human

“Jason!” Trina cried, skipping across the gravel lot toward the pair, her arms held wide in the air. “You’re here!”

The smaller man—Jason—turned and opened his own arms in welcome, a huge grin on his pretty features. “Trina!”

As the pair crashed together—Jason grabbing Trina around the waist and spinning her around, laughing happily—the bearded man took a few steps back. Obviously, he’d been expecting the display and was ready to offer them room. Preall also closed the gap and held out his hand to the older man who’d been driving the largeHarley.

“Good to see you, Michel,” Preall greeted.

Michel grabbed Preall’s hand and tucked him into a one-armed bro-hug with plenty of back-slaps.

“Good to see ye, too,” Michel rumbled, his voice gravelly and rough with a hint of an Irish lilt. “Been missin’ ye, but I understand why.” The big man cut a glance toward where Jason and Trina were still gabbin’ and gossipin’.

“Won’t always be like this,” Preall replied with a wide smile. Then he headed over to the pair and pulled them both into a big hug. “Jason! So good to see ya.”

The slender auburn-haired male laughed and hugged him back. “You, too, man.” Easing away, he tried to affect a stern look that only looked cute on his pretty features. “You takin’ good care of my sister, man?”

Trina hip-checked Jason as she rolled her eyes and puh-shawed. “Of course, he is.” Then she grabbed Jason’s hand and urged him toward Brett’s group. “Come meet my friends.”

Jason grinned and tugged her back. “Just a sec.” He turned back to Michel. “Be right back, Mich,” he told him. Then he pecked a kiss to Michel’s lips again before following Trina’s lead.

“Ugh, more faggots,” Karissa mumbled, soft and low.

Brett barely resisted scowling.

What the hell?

This is Tabatha’s friend from years back?

“Hey. Shut it,” Tabatha hissed, having obviously heard her. “You knew coming up here that Trina’s brother was gay.”

“Didn’t think I’d have their depravity shoved in my face,” Karissa softly snarled back. “Why are you—”

Brett tuned out the rest of that conversation when he saw five sets of eyes focus in their direction—Preall, Jason’s big guy, Michel, the two guys that had been on a second bike, and the blond-haired driver of the third bike. The last man—another cute blond who’d shed his chaps to reveal equally tiny jean shorts—touched the arm of the blond who’d driven their bike and received a whispered comment, which made the guy narrow his eyes. They were all staring at Karissa.

If Brett hadn’t known better, he would’ve sworn they’d overheard her homophobic comments, even from halfway across the parking lot.

So glad I haven’t banged her.

Maybe this’ll help me explain to Tyler and Tabatha why I’ve lost interest. Her attitude leaves a lot to be desired.

After that, the image of the handsome-looking, sandy-blond-haired mechanic drifted across his thoughts. He pushed that away, too. He would have no idea what to do with a guy anyway.

But Ned would, right?

Brett fought the urge to shake his head as he watched the group of guys approaching. At the same time, Tabatha pulled Karissa toward the restroom. Maybe she was going to try to talk some sense into her friend, get her to calm down, be nice.

Hell, if I know.

Closing hisGMC’s rear door, Brett slung his backpack over one shoulder and waited beside Tyler. “So, Trina’s brother’s friends are gay bikers,” Tyler mused.

Shrugging, Brett leaned against his vehicle’s bumper and replied just as softly, “Guess so.”

Before more could be said, the chimes of several cell phones going off filled the air. Almost as one, the six new arrivals pulled out their phones. The brows of several of them lifted in obvious surprise, and the blond pair exchanged looks. The shortest dark-haired man who’d been driving the middle bike smirked and scoffed before slinging his arm around the taller guy who’d ridden with him. Michel, however, his eyes narrowed.

All of them exchanged glances before showing each other their phones. Then they focused on Preall, and a couple of whispered comments ensued. Preall nodded once, glanced Brett’s way, then smiled and shrugged.

Several snickers erupted, including from Trina, who was immediately pulled by Preall into his side. He dipped his head and whispered something. She blushed, and Brett wondered if he was chiding her for something.

What the hell is going on?

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