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A thrill shot through me. “You do make a pretty tour guide.”
He grinned. “And I can take you toallthe hotspots.”
I cleaned up and tucked myself away while my head spun with thoughts.
I could have more nights like this. Maybe next time with me on my knees, mouth full of Gray’s cock. Maybe he’d bend me over a car to lick out my ass, then fuck me with that fat cock of his. Make me whimper with pain even while I begged for more.
And shit, where had that fantasy come from? I hadn’t really let my mind travel far enough into bi territory to consider if I’d want penetration. But Gray was standing there, half-naked and so damn sexy, and I had to admit…I was curious now.
About so many things.
There was just one hitch in the plan to explore all my questions with Gray.
“So, uh, I want to keep doing this too, but I don’t know what will happen with that loan on the auto shop,” I said. “If that’s a deal-breaker?—”
“Hey, no.” Gray slipped a hand around the nape of my neck and squeezed gently. “The business shit won’t come between us. It’s not part of this, okay?”
“Can you really say that when my family’s business is the reason you could lose yours?”
He pressed his forehead against mine. “Listen to me, golden boy. If we lose this business, it’ll hurt. A lot.”
I sucked in a breath, but he kissed me before I could say anything.
“Still won’t be your fault. It’ll be my old man’s, and I’m not exactly surprised to find out he’s letting me down again. It’s what he’s good at.”
I combed my fingers through his hair. “I don’t want it to happen.”
He smiled wryly. “Me either, but if it does, it’ll just force us all to find a new path. That’s not always a bad thing.”
I wasn’t so sure he really believed that. The tattoo over his heart told me he wasn’t as cavalier as he seemed. Gray cared about his brothers. About their life together here.
Even if he wasn’t ready to admit how much.
But I couldn’t walk away from this. Fromhim.
For the first time in my life, I’d done something for me…and I wasn’t ready to give it up.
CHAPTERTWELVE
Gray
“I got Zacos for lunch!”I called as I returned from a tow job that took me right by the hole-in-the-wall restaurant. The bike business was slow to take off, and I was still in purgatory until it did. “Who wants some?”
Bailey slid out from beneath a 1999 Oldsmobile Alero and wiped his hands on a rag. “Hell yeah.”
Jose looked up from the toolbox he was digging through. “Enough for me too?”
“Of course, man. Can’t leave you hanging.”
Bailey tugged out his phone as we all headed toward Holden’s office. “I’ll text Axel. He loves those tacos.”
“Tacos? What the fuck are you saying?” I set the greasy bag in the center of Holden’s desk and waved Jose into the first chair. Then Bailey and I raced for the second. The little brat beat me by two seconds.
With a grumble, I settled my ass on a stack of tires instead.
“They’re tacos filled with pizza,” Bailey said, as if I was a toddler who didn’t see the obvious.
Holden shook his head as I pulled one out and folded back the paper. “Wrong. It’s still pizza, even if it’s folded into a taco shape. These are not ordinary taco shells.”
