Page 83 of Wrecked

Crow shook when he had shared.

“Fucking hell…” Crow’s words had wobbled and the man clutched him tightly.

“I couldn’t let him have me,” Rebel admitted, choking the words out.

“I know, baby, I know,” Crow had muttered the words into his hair while holding him as if he were the most precious thing on earth.

“Have you talked to Boston?” Rip asked out of the blue, bringing him back to the wide wooden porch.

“Not since right after he got back to Dave’s place,” Rebel said.

The day Rip had demanded Boston go back to Dave’s had been explosive. In the end, though, Rip had won and Boston had been in Stone’s SUV.

Boston had refused to speak or even look at Rip as Stone drove them away.

Rebel knew that Rip was worried, but Boston was still underage and there was a barrier between them he suspected might be more than only age.

The screen door squeaked, gaining his attention, and Crow stepped out onto the porch holding two cups of coffee.

“You hitting on my boyfriend?” Crow squinted at Rip.

“What?” Rip held up his hands and snorted.

Rebel burst out laughing. The words caught him totally off guard.

“Since when am I your boyfriend?” he teased.

“Since now?” Crow quirked one eyebrow at him and handed him one of the cups.

Rebel took a long grateful sip of the hot creamy brew. When Crow stepped closer and slipped an arm around his waist, Rebel leaned against his strength.

This right here couldn’t be more perfect.

Standing with these men who treated him like an equal was something he hadn’t ever experienced before.

Having Crow at his side?

That was icing on the cake.

Crow smiled into Rebel’s hair and delivered a kiss to the top of the young man’s dark-haired head.

“You ready for next week?” Crow asked.

“I’m nervous.” Rebel ducked his head, tightly clutching his coffee cup.

“Don’t be, they’ll love you,” Crow said softly. “Mom already said she’s going to cook up a storm and Dad said he’ll teach you how to ride a horse.”

His parents were thrilled when he called and told them he was bringing Rebel home to Texas to meet them. Both of his parents had been his biggest supporters when he’d come out during high school.

Rebel darted a glance up, took a deep breath, and smiled.

Crow would kill for those smiles.

“I can’t wait,” Rebel said and Crow dipped his head down to kiss the man’s lips, tasting coffee and cream.

The screen door opened and Real stepped out onto the porch. Real had suddenly returned from out of state a few days ago.

Crow lifted his mouth from Rebel’s and shot his boss a searching look.

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