Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 132031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 660(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 660(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Dev let the pipes of his Harley rumble as he slowed the bike, taking a corner onto his street. A U-Haul sat parked in front of his house.
He didn’t remember the leasing company notifying him of a new tenant.
A U-Haul could mean a lot of things.
His mouth watered in anticipation over the possibility that there was a robbery underway. His always pumping inner adrenaline, kicked up a notch at the opportunity to unleash some pent-up energy.
The idea grew, building merit inside his mind.
Tingles set the nerve endings along his skin to a flutter at the prospect of a fight. He lived to find a robbery in progress, especially if it was to his property.
He’d come in with his guns blazing.
Dev didn’t slow his roll. He drove past the U-Haul, its raised sliding cargo door allowed him to see inside. As if popped with a pin, his balloon of anticipation deflated.
Damn.
That wasn’t his shit stacked neatly in the trailer.
Surveying the area, he didn’t see anyone around as he popped the curb and drove up the center walkway to the front porch. Sure, it was a dick move to park on the front porch, but he didn’t give a shit, he owned the fucking building. Besides, he was a dick. Dev grinned at that thought as he angled the bike, riding up the two front porch steps.
He let the bike idle and removed his helmet, pushing at the hair falling forward over his eyes. He decided right then to have his mother schedule that hair appointment she’d nagged him about getting. With a flick of his foot, he engaged the kickstand, but continued to let the bike rumble loudly under the covered awning as he reached in his saddlebag. He produced his cut, sliding it on for nothing more than the intimidation it generally brought. Then grabbed his pistol, tucking it into his back waistband.
He finally cut the engine and lifted a leg over the bike, waiting for someone to acknowledge his presence and clue him in to what the hell was going on at his building. Since the rest of his saddlebag contained all the drugs he’d been able to swipe before yesterday’s run, and the cash he’d made for going along on the deal, he unbuckled the custom made bag and draped the heavy load over one shoulder.
Two young, well put together Hispanic men came bounding out the front door, happily trotting down the steps. They didn’t pay Dev any attention. Then the man following those two caught Dev’s undivided interest. So much so that his racing mind, which had sped up to a million miles per hour in anticipation of a fight, went suddenly blank. His gaze tracked each of the man’s steps as he took the front porch steps down and headed toward the truck.
The guy didn’t look like he belonged in this neighborhood, but boy was Dev glad for the chance to see him. Tall, tight, and fit. A body sculpted together in one of those fancy gyms, not from any sort of physical labor.
Talk about mouthwatering. Fuck, he’d like a piece of all that goodness. His cock plumped, zeroing in on what it wanted.
He wondered if the pretty young professional could handle all Dev had to give.
With his lip tucked between his teeth, Dev stared at the curve of the pretty boy’s ass.
If his face came anywhere close to the hotness of that body… Jeezus.
Dev’s cock hardened so fast he almost winced at the pain from being cramped inside his jeans.
He looked down at his dick. What the hell? He’d just been thinking of shooting a robber point blank between the eyes, now he was hard as fucking stone.
Dev forced his gaze off the pretty boy. He needed to get his head—both of them—back in line.
With his eyes averted, the racing in his head revved up. This time, the chaos filled with images of him bending the pretty boy over his Harley, driving hard into that bouncing ass.
He didn’t even know this guy.
Maybe the pretty boy was married.
Maybe he worked for the moving van company.
Maybe he owned the company.
Maybe he was from the leasing agency.
Dev gave an internal shake to loosen all the random questions pelting his noggin. Why did it matter?
Dev’s feet moved him forward as he glanced back, watching the first two guys jump into the back of the U-Haul.
“What’s goin’ on?” Dev finally asked from his position at the edge of the front porch steps. His gaze went back to the man. Quiet descended over his thoughts again.
Pretty boy’s head jerked toward him. A small intake of breath showed his surprise, as if Dev had gone completely unnoticed.
Weird. In every situation, Dev always owned all the space around him.
Everyone paid attention to him.
“I’m moving in,” the pretty boy, with the perfect sweep of chestnut-colored hair, said and took the end of the sofa as the other two navigated it off the truck.