Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 114819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 574(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 574(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
“Got told,” Mitch responded as Trace came out of his room.
“It didn’t come assembled? We have to put it together?” Trace asked and immediately jumped in to help his uncle move the heavy box.
“Fuck no, it’s not assembled,” Mitch said. “Would I be pushing it like this if it was?”
Trace didn’t respond but took part in the heavy lifting, moving the box. Probably because of all the hell Mitch had given his nephew about this new employment move.
“It’s not enough that I get you trained and on the street and then you quit me, but now I have to move you?” Mitch didn’t intend the words as an actual question. He’d said them about fifteen times already. “I’m never hiring family again. I would’ve paid for you to move in here.”
“Right,” Trace scoffed and cut a gaze toward Mitch. “You’re the cheapest guy on the planet. You aren’t paying for anyone to move.”
Mitch’s alarm went off, and he let the box go, reaching for his phone. Whatever came through garnered all his attention. He left the box for Trace to continue to navigate alone and went for the new plastic-covered sofa, all his focus on the cell phone in his hand.
“What’s he doin’?” Dev asked as Mitch took a seat, his thumbs working ferociously over the screen.
“If it’s four o’clock, he’s sexting his husband,” Trace answered as if that were the most normal, obvious thing to do at four o’clock in the afternoon. Dev had to play the words back over in his mind to make sure he heard them correctly.
“Dev,” Millie called out. “Finish. This is heavy.”
Right. He bent to tighten the final screws on the side of the desk, fascinated with what was happening on his sofa. Did they really sext every day? Was it just when Mitch was away?
Should he start sexting Cash?
He shifted his gaze to Cash. He didn’t see his guy as a sexter. He mashed his lips together and lowered his brows as he thought through the possibilities. Maybe he should try. How did sexting even work? Did he use words like rod or steel pole? Drive his steel rod through his fist…
“Don’t hurt yourself there by thinking too hard,” Millie teased and went for the next piece to finish the desk.
“What’s another way to say ‘suck me,’” Mitch asked, drawing everyone’s focus to him. He never looked up, but his thumbs lifted as he waited for an answer.
“Slob my knob,” Millie answered without missing a beat. He’d put her through quite a bit over the years they had worked together, maybe she had become desensitized to…well, everything.
“Swallow my rod?” Dev shot out, not even sure where it came from. “Fuck my mouth.”
“Blow me or blowing you, depending on the point of view,” Cash tossed out, coming down the ladder to pick it up and move it over a couple of feet. “Put me in your mouth, or I wanna put you in my mouth. Eat me. Bite me. Choke on my sausage. Use your eater to examine my peter. Throat fuck me or I’m gonna fuck your throat…”
“That’s good,” Mitch said distractedly, his thumbs working the screen again.
“Pretty impressive, boyfriend,” Dev said, winking at Cash who might’ve blushed under his praise.
A blush. Jeez.
He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen anyone blush before. Cash’s phone rattled on the top step of the ladder, sadly drawing his attention away from Dev and their hidden meaning stare. His guy gave a broad grin as his gaze focused on the phone.
“I got the job. They have to go through all the applicants, but I landed the position. Alec put in a good word for me. I’ll hear from human resources in a couple of days.”
“Good job,” Millie said somewhat confused. “What job? At a new hospital?”
“No, he’s changin’ careers to get away from all the dead people.” Oh man, he cracked himself up. Dead people… Ha. Dev went to Cash, patting his ass in a very suggestive way. “I knew you’d get it. It’s deserved.”
Millie rolled her eyes at Dev’s answer, but let his explanation be enough before she added her own congratulations, “Cool. Everybody deserves to be happy.”
“You don’t even know what the job is,” Cash teased Dev from the top rung after giving Millie a nod and a wink, but his pretty boy didn’t move his ass out of the way, so win for Dev. Cash bent to accept Dev’s tilted pucker.
“I don’t need to know anything more than you’re perfect for the position, and now we got a judge on our side. Probably gonna need him at some point. You’re turnin’ out to be the best boyfriend for a one-percenter,” Dev teased.
“You aren’t a club guy anymore,” Cash reminded him, but the tone said he’d have Dev’s back no matter what.
“Not sure the mayhem ever leaves the heart.” Dev snapped his fingers and turned toward Trace. “Maybe Trace and I’ll start a new club. We’ll call it Order of Mayhem. Get it? There’s no order in mayhem… You in, Trace?”