And that dick. Holy hell, that fucking dick. It was long and thick, and how the hell did that guy even walk around with that club in his pants? Chad hadn’t been that far off when he’d drawn a third leg on the Dapper Dick.
Because damn, Owen was packing.
The thought of his girth made Chad salivate, because yeah, he wasn’t even going to deny that he wanted to know what Owen felt like in his mouth. Even though he was a little scared of that thing ever breaching him.
It wouldn’t happen though—hell no, not when Chad opened his fucking fat mouth and pissed off Owen. Why couldn’t he have just enjoyed the moment? But the whole situation had made him feel vulnerable and uncomfortable, and shooting off his mouth was what he did when he felt cornered.
Chad groaned and hauled himself out of bed. He padded to the bathroom, glad he could forget about that whole awkward situation for one night but pissed it’d been nothing permanent. What he needed right now was a shower and coffee and probably something to soak up the remaining alcohol in his stomach. And then he’d figure out what the hell Austin wanted.
By eleven o’clock, Chad wasn’t feeling much better. But at least his body and clothes were clean. He couldn’t do much about those bloodshot eyes, though, so he shoved his mirrored aviator sunglasses over his face and hopped on his bike.
The fresh air blowing on his face made him feel a little better, and by the time he arrived at the diner and checked his side mirror, he didn’t have that pale, hungover look anymore.
Willow Diner had a fifties throwback vibe and was known for its milkshakes and burgers. There was a long counter full of coffee-drinking regulars and red pleather booths lining the wall. Chad ran his fingers through his hair and scanned the diner for Austin, sunglasses still firmly on his face. He spotted Austin’s dark head in a corner booth and made his way back there, stepping aside as a family of six passed him. He nodded to the kids and shot them a grin.
He was looking over his shoulder, making faces at the baby in his father’s arms when he nearly ran into the booth where Austin sat. “Oh, hey, man.”
“You’re late,” Austin said without looking up at the menu.
“Uh, yeah, sorry, traffic was bad,” Chad lied.
And as he went to slide into the booth opposite Austin, he realized they weren’t alone.
Not at all.
The person sitting across from Austin with wide blue eyes, a pair of clearly expensive dark jeans, and a button-down plaid shirt?
Right, it was Owen. The same guy who’d jerked them off together in a supply closet.
He was right there, staring at Chad with a mixture of horror and regret and a whole lot of panic.
And Chad’s headache came back with a vengeance.
…
Owen blinked and blinked again.
Because there was Chad, standing at the end of their table. Large sunglasses covered his eyes, and he wore a pair of torn, faded jeans, motorcycle boots, and that damn leather jacket. He was a walking, talking, James Dean wet dream.
Austin hadn’t said Marley’s brother would be here. He’d just told Owen to show up, and Austin was the kind of guy who said jump and people followed.
So Owen was here, and now Chad was here, and shit was about to get even more awkward really quick.
Because Owen was 95 percent sure Chad had no idea who he was. Sure, he probably assumed Owen was some sort of employee at Gamers, but he probably didn’t know Owen was as close to his sister as he was.
Austin waved his hand between the two of them. “Chad, this is Marley’s former assistant, who took over her position when she was promoted. Owen, this is Chad, Marley’s brother.”
Chad was shell-shocked, Owen could tell, because he hadn’t moved, and his lips weren’t smirking, and was he pale? But without seeing his eyes, Owen had no idea what Chad was thinking—he just hoped he didn’t blurt out that yeah, they knew each other already, in a biblical sense.
And just when the silence was getting way too loud, Chad shoved his sunglasses on top of his head and nodded stiffly at Owen. “Nice to meet you.” Then he plopped into the booth beside Owen, sprawled lazily with his legs spread, and gestured for the waitress. Owen sucked in a breath as the heat from Chad’s body warmed his side. There was that leather smell again, intoxicating and so damn addicting. The man was inches away, the same man Owen hadn’t been able to forget since their dicks touched. Just the thought of it made his cock perk up.
He needed to pull it together. They were in public, for God’s sake.
Austin was looking between the two of them thoughtfully, but he made no comment, casually sipping his coffee like this was just a normal day. After Chad ordered a coffee, he laced his fingers together on the table. “So why am I here?”