Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80302 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80302 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
“That’s my room,” I tell him, pointing to my door down the hall. “I’ll leave it unlocked.”
Chapter 20
Drake
“Did you need a drink?” I ask, finding Jasmine standing at the bar when I return.
There’s a lightness in my steps that wasn’t there moments ago, and I pray she doesn’t call me out on it.
“I’ve been told to stay put until Max finds me,” she says, her voice filled with the same eagerness swimming through my veins.
“Let me know if you need anything,” I tell her as I give the bar one more once-over.
It was set up when I arrived and Kincaid assured me it would be taken care of after I left, but I don’t want to leave a mess behind for someone else to clean up.
“How was it?”
“Hi, Uncle Diego,” Jasmine says as Kincaid steps closer.
“Where are Max and Tug?” he asks, glancing around. “I don’t want you walking home alone.”
“You act like it’s not right across the street.”
He blinks at her as if he feels it doesn’t matter if it was only ten steps away. She shouldn’t have to make the trek alone.
“There you are, gorgeous,” Max says, wrapping his arms around her and burying his nose in her throat.
The embrace isn’t overtly sexual, but with the way she chuckles after Max whispers in her ear, I imagine his words were.
“Enough, you two. Take it somewhere private.”
Max and Jasmine both laugh, saying their goodbyes before walking away.
He’s nodding his head at them, but there’s a smile on his face when he turns to face me.
“What do you think of my new men?”
I tilt my head, not exactly sure why he’d even ask me such a thing. My history proves I haven’t always been the best judge of character.
“They seem pretty nice. I think you have another Boomer on your hands.”
Kincaid’s eyebrows raise. “Is that right?”
“Legacy drank water all night, same as Boomer.”
“Ah!” he snaps, laughter in his tone as if he thought I meant something completely different. “I think you did a fine job tonight. We appreciate you helping us out.”
“It was my pleasure.”
“Here you go.”
He hands me an envelope, and it feels thicker than the check I was expecting, but I don’t open the envelope. I trust him to have paid me the full amount agreed upon by the contract I returned to Emmalyn. No matter the people in town’s opinions on the club, they aren’t known for stiffing people. Generosity is more their thing.
“I appreciate the extra work.”
“Have a good night,” he says. “I’d normally have you walk around to the parking lot, but I don’t know if Max and Jasmine made it all the way home, yet.”
He winks at me, telling me he’s saving me from walking up on something I may not want to see. I didn’t consider that I could’ve lost my opportunity with Boomer because he’d expect me to walk around the clubhouse.
“Appreciate it,” I tell him, more grateful than he’ll probably ever know.
The clubhouse is silent when I enter, all the hired staff already gone, leaving the kitchen sparkling clean. They were wrapping up when I brought the empty bottles inside earlier, so I’m not surprised to find the lights out except for a small one over the stove.
I see no one, but hear a chuckle before a long groan of pleasure. My cock jerks, taking notice of what I’m hearing. I’m not one to really get off on seeing or hearing other people please each other. At the club, it was more Alex’s reaction to what he was seeing that turned me on, much like it being the anticipation of the sounds he may make soon that thrill me rather than hearing someone else being pleased.
I don’t bother knocking on his door because he assured me it would be open.
The room is darker than the rest of the clubhouse, the only light after I close the door coming from a slit under what I have to presume is the bathroom door. I turn the lock for good measure before slowly making my way across the room.
The sound of rushing water greets me as I walk across the room. I don’t exactly know how it will be received, but the thought of him naked on the other side of the door has me stripping out of my own clothes.
We’ve already done so much but also so very little, that I have no clue how he’s going to react to the sight of me standing in the doorway.
I stop cold when I slowly push open the doors to find Alex leaning forward, his head dropped between his shoulders as the water pounds down on his back. He seems lost in thought or maybe it’s the regret and guilt he spoke of always feeling that’s got him so downtrodden.
I can’t stand here and just watch him, but at the same time, I don’t think anything I could say would make it better. He himself explained that how he feels doesn’t make any sense. If getting over his hang-ups were as easy as just dropping them at his feet, he would’ve done it already.