“Have you two fucked in all the rooms yet? Do I need to bring a towel or something to sit on to avoid the stains?”
Cain blinked and walked away, leaving Archer to deal with Walter. Archer glared at his retreating figure then plastered a smile on his face. “Hi, Grandad.”
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Epilogue
Corey…
Corey lay on the sand, feeling the hot sun beat down on his body. A vacation was exactly what he’d needed. Time away from everything and everyone. And the one he wanted but couldn’t have.
Why did Beckett have to join his brother’s biker gang?
No, he was off limits, not that Corey thought the man was gay, or interested, if he did swing that way. And he certainly wouldn’t be interested in someone like Corey, who liked his painted nails, makeup, and lacy underwear.
He wanted a man who treated him like a man, regardless of how he dressed. Just because he liked softer things didn’t mean he was soft. Why did women get to wear nice things? Why couldn’t he?
His last boyfriend thought he could control Corey, and when he realized he couldn’t, the fists had flown. He still didn’t know what had happened to him, but he’d left town not long after Corey’s brothers had paid him a visit. Bastard deserved it too.
Corey sat up and gently touched his cheek. He could still remember the pain, even though the bruise had long since healed. He had shitty luck when it came to men, always choosing one who treated him like shit. They took one look at him and thought he was someone he wasn’t.
No more. He was going to find someone who treated him right, or he was going to invest in a shit ton of toys.
“What are you doing sitting here all alone?”
Corey gasped and slowly looked up. “Beckett?”
“Hello, Corey.“
“What are you doing here?”
Beckett knelt next to him and leaned close. “I came for you, Corey,” he whispered then kissed him.