Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
“Shit, don’t listen to me, Younger.” James patted his arm and backed away, his eye on the door. “God knows my life is too fucked up for me to be giving advice.”
James left and Solomon was alone, staring at all the changes in his living room and wondering if his brother was right. A new coat of paint and a few frames wouldn’t fix the cracks in the foundation.
Last year, he would have ignored it and waited for the roof to fall down on his head. The way he’d ignored his problems with Hugo. The way he’d ignored those phone calls from his old life and refused to push James or Rory when he knew they needed him.
He reached for his phone and went to grab another beer. His worries could wait. James needed his help. This time he wouldn’t let him down.
Chapter Eight
He would never get tired of this view, Hugo thought with a satisfied smile. Solomon was passed out on his new bed, face down after they’d given the mattress a thorough test drive.
That ass was a thing of beauty and the proof that he couldn’t keep his hands—or anything else—off of it was all over Solomon’s skin.
His. For now that view was all his.
“Quit staring at my ass,” Solomon mumbled into his pillow. “I feel objectified.”
He laughed and slid his thigh over the rounded cheeks, pressing his lips against Solomon’s shoulder. “As long as I have eyes I’ll be looking. I can’t resist. It’s a natural wonder.”
His stomach growled and Solomon instantly lifted his head, kissing his lips before rolling out of bed to reach for his jeans. “I forgot to feed you, but I’ve got a four cheese macaroni and chicken casserole in the fridge. Let me make you a plate.”
“And now I’m hard again.” Hugo dragged himself to the side of the bed with a groan. “How did you get your hands on that kind of contraband? You were just complaining that you missed the Finn Again this month.”
Solomon tugged and zipped his pants, shifting with just enough discomfort to make Hugo’s dick twitch in sympathy. “Wyatt brought it over from Jen’s house. Apparently all you have to do to get Rig’s family to cook for you is have a baby. She’s gotten deliveries every day for a month. Thankfully, it’s too much for them to eat on their own.”
Rig was one of Rory Finn’s men. An easygoing Italian from a family of culinary wizards. According to Solomon, Jen had earned a lifetime of loyalty from Rig after helping get the threesome together.
The other threesome.
It wasn’t easy to keep track of who went with who in that family.
“All I have to do is have a baby, huh? It’s a tall order, but for that kind of service I’d give it a shot.”
Solomon’s laugh followed him down the stairs, tempting Hugo to grab a pair of sweatpants and shove the small bottle of lube in his pocket, just in case.
It was hard to imagine that life could get better than it had been these last few weeks. Even when he’d been obsessed with Chief Finn and dreaming about finally getting him to come around, he’d never thought it would be this easy. Feel this right.
He also hadn’t realized what a softy Solomon was. Babysitting his nephew, joking on the phone with his uncle, even remembering the birthday of one of the kids at the center when they went together on Hugo’s day off. It was a side of him he hadn’t known existed. Tender and protective. He was the whole package.
His mother had seen it. Cassandra Wayne couldn’t get over how sweet Younger Finn had been at dinner. She’d been hounding Hugo to invite him over for dinner again but Hugo kept putting her off.
This was still so new. He was already spending most of his free time with Solomon, already sleeping at his house two nights a week. If he let him all the way in, let his family get close and it didn’t work out again, he wasn’t sure he would be able to get over it.
He came into the kitchen in time to see Solomon bent over, sliding the casserole dish into the oven. “That definitely looks better than takeout. And this time I’m not talking about your ass.”
“My thoughts exactly. It needs a few minutes to heat up first.” Solomon stood, placing his hands on his hips and smiling over his shoulder. “Thank God for family. We’d starve without them.”
“They have their uses. And because of that, sometimes you have to do things for them in return.”
“That’s right.” Solomon chuckled, but some of the light went out of his eyes. “I forgot. Tonight is the Guinea Pig Party with Austen.”
Hugo almost wished he could cancel. “It’s mandatory. No getting out of it without serious repercussions. At least, not for the members of the Wayne-plex. For some reason, the other three siblings always get a pass.”