Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 116280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Furi tied his hair into a ponytail and pulled on some well-used, dark blue coveralls. He pulled his sweater over his head, revealing the tight wife beater underneath. All that lickable ink for Syn to feast his eyes on. Furi tied the arms of his jumpsuit around his waist, letting them hang low on his narrow hips. Syn had to keep from salivating on his shirt. Damn. Furi was sexy as fuck. What man could make a dingy pair of coveralls look so good? He’d never seen one until now.
“You keep staring at me like that and I’m going to show you what I can do with some of these tools.” Furi smirked at him.
Syn’s eyes snapped back up to Furi’s face but he wasn’t the least bit embarrassed at being caught. Syn’s phone buzzed. Ronowski texted he’d be there in a couple minutes.
Furi had already jacked Syn’s truck up in the front and was lying on his creeper.
“Are you sure I need a tune-up? It sounds like it runs fine to me.” Syn leaned against a huge red toolbox talking to Furi’s bottom half while he clinked away under the truck.
“You would.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Syn frowned.
In a smooth motion Furi rolled from under the vehicle. “I mean you don’t know how to take care of your vehicle. This truck will be an antique in six years. Meaning it will be over twenty-five years old and it still runs. But it won’t for long if you don’t take care of it.”
“I do,” Syn grumbled.
Furi gave him a ‘whatever’ look before jumping up from the board. “Lie down and slide under, I want to show you something.”
“No.”
“Yes. Go on get under there,” Furi said gesturing at the board. “Unless you’re scared to get a little smudge on those pretty hands.”
That did it. Syn furrowed and clumsily dropped down on the creeper, almost falling off one side. “Fine, what now?”
Furi was clearly stifling a laugh at Syn’s expense but he wasn’t going to be a baby about it. He’d prove Furi wrong. He did not consider himself pretty at all. He could probably do whatever Furi asked him to do as long as he gave him clear instructions.
Syn rolled under the truck and surveyed the dirty parts. Furi had a light clipped to the bumper so he could see. “Alright. I think everything looks in order,” Syn called out.
“Oh yeah?” Furi called.
“Yeah.”
“Reach up and unscrew the drain cock right in front of you,” Furi instructed.
Syn didn’t want to ask, but what the fuck was a drain cock?
“Look up. It’s the largest bolt,” Furi clarified.
“I know that,” Syn lied. “I need a tool.”
“No you don’t. Just twist it off,” Furi said humor lacing his voice.
Syn started to unscrew the bolt when a nasty thick substance started to ooze out. “There’s a bunch of shit leaking out up there, Furi.”
“Oh no! Is it red or green?” Furi hurried.
What the fuck? “It’s red.”
“Fuck! Get out of there! Get out of there, now! Hurry!” Furi hollered.
“Shit, shit.” Syn scrambled from under his truck, awkwardly rolling off the board and running away from the truck. Syn looked back and saw Furi doubled over, dying with laughter.
“Oh you little bastard.” Syn ran full speed at his little prankster. Furi ran around the truck trying to get away from Syn while still laughing hysterically. Syn caught Furi easily and pulled him into a tight bear hug squeezing him. “You shithead.”
Furi huffed, trying to catch his breath. Syn didn’t want to laugh at being fooled but Furi’s laughter was contagious and Syn found himself laughing at the clever trick. “You should’ve seen your face,” Furi joked.
“I’m glad you're entertaining yourself at my expense, baby.” Syn spun Furi around to face him. The man was simply wonderful and such a breath of fresh air. Syn loved how fun Furi was with him. He hadn’t laughed like this in years. Actually, he couldn’t remember laughing like this in his life. Syn couldn’t help but be elated that he could make Furi so happy too.
Furi huffed against Syn’s cheek. “Forgive me. I couldn’t resist. You’re such an easy target.”
Syn sucked hard on Furi’s neck making him cry out at the stinging feeling. “You drive me crazy Furious but I love you anyway.”
Syn was still chuckling until he’d realized what he’d said and noticed the very quiet, stock-still man in his arms.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Syn didn’t want to show his face. He slowly lowered Furi back to the ground. He’d told Furi he loved him, after only a few weeks. The man was going to think he was crazy. Syn heard a horn honk and remembered that Ro was picking him up. Thank you Ro for impeccable timing. Syn needed to get the fuck out of there. He pulled back from Furi but couldn’t meet his eyes.