In the Eyes of Crazy(10)
Thinking of the sex in front of the porn video and the chocolate blow job, Land’s morning wood thickened. He shook his head and turned away. Grabbing his clothes, Land slipped into the bathroom. After relieving himself, he found some toothpaste and swished it around his mouth. Then he got dressed.
Land opened the door and peeked out. Relief filled him when he saw Payson hadn’t moved. When he got to the door, he paused and looked wistfully over his shoulder. Too bad it couldn’t be more than a one night stand.
Shutting down those thoughts, Land crept down the hall. He patted his pockets and paused, trying to remember what happened to his phone. “Media room,” he muttered. “Right.”
Moving quickly through the house, Land paused once when he thought he heard voices. But then the sound was gone and he dismissed it. As he strode passed the pool table, Land wondered how many people actually lived there. Since the food was gone, Land assumed either Payson had returned to clean it up or he had maids. He smiled and shook his head. How’d it be?
He didn’t see his phone on the end table. Thinking maybe it’d fallen to the floor sometime during their…activities, he dropped to his knees and checked under first one couch, then another.
“You wouldn’t be looking for this, would you?” At the sound of the deep voice, Land slammed his head on the coffee table he was looking under and groaned. He backed up and got to his knees, rubbing his head.
“Ah, shit, man. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you,” the man said as he strode closer.
“It’s fine,” Land muttered. He eyed the man warily, wondering what would happen now that he’d been caught. The guy was big, really big. As he rose to his feet, Land realized the blond man stood a good couple of inches taller than him and had at least fifty added pounds of muscle. He shifted from foot to foot uneasily. If the blond was offended by Land being in his home, would he hit him?
“I’m Adam. Adam Kingston. Our roomie, Yuma, found this while cleaning up this morning,” Adam said, holding out his phone. “Man, I don’t envy you,” he added, snickering. “You’ve pissed someone off. You have about a million texts. Hope you don’t have a cap on how many you can receive.”
“I don’t,” Land replied, taking the phone. A glance down showed fifty-three texts. All from his sister. He groaned. “I so don’t want to deal with her,” he muttered, wondering how long he could put off calling her.
Land nearly jumped out of his skin when Adam put a hand on his shoulder and started steering him toward the door. “Relax,” Adam said, chuckling. “The least I can do is get you a cup of coffee and some ice for that head.”
“I was really just going to call a cab,” he objected, though he followed Adam’s guiding hand through the house to the kitchen. “I’m sorry about the mess,” he added, what Adam said finally sinking in. Someone else, someone named Yuma, had cleaned up the mess he and Payson had left behind. His face heated as blood roared in his ears. How embarrassing!
Adam laughed. “Don’t worry about it.” He handed Land a bag of frozen vegetables and a cup of coffee. “Head into the dining room, there,” he said pointing through yet another arch. “There’s milk, creamer, and sugar on the table for the coffee. I’ll be there in a few minutes with some breakfast.”
“But…” Land froze in the archway, realizing the dining room was occupied.
Three men sat around the table. The man at the head was, for lack of a better word, huge. Thick dark hair, with silver oddly mixed in, hung to his shoulders. He had the same flecks in his goatee. There were Celtic tattoos running down his right arm. He wore a green t-shirt, and Land could make out more color around the edges of the neckline. The man watched him with cool dark eyes.
The second man he recognized from the bar only because he remembered the scar bisecting his cheek. The guy buzzed his dark brown hair close to his scalp, had a square jaw, and used light brown eyes to sweep an assessing gaze over Land.
The third man was more slender than the other two, but was still far more muscular than Land could ever hope to be. He wore his brown hair shaggy and had hazel eyes in a more rounded face and offered Land a smile.
Are all these men brothers? No. That can’t be right. Unless they’re maybe half siblings?
It clicked. He’d stumbled into the den of the biker gang. Did they know Payson was gay, or at least bisexual? Am I about to get my ass kicked?
Fear of being alone with a bunch of strangers made him back a step. Using the coffee mug as cover, he punched in the place’s address to Larissa, just in case. Land looked around, trying to figure out the way to the front door. Except, he hadn’t come in that way and with the size of the house, he had no clue. A hand on Land’s shoulder made him jump about a foot, spilling coffee over his hand. Good thing it wasn’t scalding.