Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 133886 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 669(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133886 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 669(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
Seconds later, Dallas’s head pivoted toward him. “I thought you were into guys?”
“I am.” Greer nodded, letting himself watch Dallas’s intriguing face as he tried to sort that answer out.
“So you’re bi?” he asked, studying Greer as if he were some sort of complicated puzzle.
“I’m not into labels,” Greer explained honestly.
“I’m straight,” Dallas blurted as if Greer had asked. Then nodded to drive his truth home. He looked down at the glass in his hand and took another drink of the water, this time swallowing. Dallas seemed to call it a win when the water stayed down and placed the glass at his feet.
“You keep saying you’re straight.” Greer’s hand still rested on Dallas’s shoulder. He gave a gentle squeeze before running his palm across Dallas’s shoulder and neck with a slow, purposeful caress. He skimmed his fingers over the tight ridges and cords of muscle that had imprinted themselves on Greer’s chest when they danced. “You own BikeBro?”
Dallas’s serious look morphed into something humorous. His smile brought an involuntary grin to Greer, and he had no idea why. “If by own you mean financially extended beyond anything I’ll ever be able to pay back, then yeah, I own it.”
The revealing words shouldn’t have held such a teasing tone. Greer’s brows lowered, replaying the words over in his head to find how he’d misinterpreted the explanation. Dallas dropped his head back against the concrete wall of the building behind him and closed his eyes, the smile still on his face.
Greer let his hand trail down Dallas’s large bicep. This might be a first. He couldn’t remember ever feeling such a draw to another before. A possessiveness ran through him—certainly uncharacteristic of him—but it didn’t change things. As much as he liked Dallas’s eyes on him, this allowed Greer the chance to study Dallas without looking like such a creeper. From this angle, Dallas’s hair looked more auburn than brown, and his masculine face, with its hard edges and soft, smooth skin might be the most alluring he’d ever seen.
“I’ve been taking classes on BikeBro this week. It’s a great workout.” Maybe the only thing that could have taken his mind off Dallas was Biker101. He had his chance to find out who was behind the account. The ethics of taking advantage of a drunk guy aside, Greer seriously wanted to know who’d beat him. “I won the challenge last week. Biker101 was hard to beat. Actually impossible, which is hard for me to say. Do you know that user?”
“He’s crazy competitive too.” A huge grin spread across Dallas’s face, but otherwise he didn’t move a single muscle or say another word.
Well, at least now he knew Biker101 was a guy. Greer’s image of the fictional biker became a little more solid with the discovery.
“Tell me his name,” Greer coaxed.
Dallas opened one eye, peering at Greer for several long seconds. His voice was low, the slur more pronounced when he said, “I can’t say.”
Which meant Dallas knew the answer. Greer opened his mouth, pressing his advantage.
Skye came around the corner. “There you two are.”
Dallas closed his eye.
“Yep, your guy here got us kicked out,” Greer said, and Dallas’s head swiveled toward Skye.
“I did. I need to go home. I’m fading fast. Ready?” Dallas asked.
Skye nodded in Dallas’s direction. “He’s not gonna be able to make it to the front, is he?” Both Dallas and Greer gave firm shakes of the head, causing Greer to laugh out loud at the solemness on Dallas’s face. “Let me get an Uber to pull around here.” Skye worked her phone as Dallas tried to rise, only to misjudge every movement, ultimately falling back down on the bench again.
“I’ll help you get him home,” Greer said, reaching for Dallas to help get him on his feet. A set of headlights rounded the corner of the building, heading toward them.
“It’s the opposite direction from you. He lives in my complex,” Skye explained, raising a hand for the car as if the three of them alone on this side of the building weren’t enough of a clue for the driver. When the car stopped and information exchanged, Skye took Dallas’s other side and walked him to the backseat. Greer held most of Dallas’s body weight as the guy teetered. Dallas provided absolutely no help. No way could Skye handle him alone once they got to their destination.
“You need my help,” Greer said, placing a hand on Dallas’s head as he guided him down into the backseat, carefully tucking him inside the car. “You can’t manage him on your own.” Greer stuck his head inside to speak to the driver. “If I ride with them, can you switch this to my account and get me home? I live close to Baylor on the M streets.”
“Sure thing. Not a problem.”
Greer shut Dallas inside and motioned for Skye to follow him to the other side.