backward toward the wall. They were both facing the man, watching his jerky movements carefully as Angel’s back was pressed firmly against Max’s strong chest, their steps in complete unison. Max’s back touched the wall bringing them flush against each other.
He felt Max’s heart beating rapidly against his back. Fuck. Stay calm, Max.
He hoped he hadn’t fucked Max’s head up, but he wouldn’t dare take his eyes off the situation in front of him to check. There were still two other
armed men, and Angel wasn’t positive if the man he disarmed would freak or not.
Angel noted immediately when the other two jackasses realized that one of their men had been taken down, and they decided not to wait around to see what Angel was going to do next. The man securing the cash jumped the bar like a track star and was out the door in three seconds flat, not caring if his comrades followed. No honor among thieves. The man that was left behind was staring at Angel like a deer caught in the headlights. Damn, what is wrong with the youth today? Angel thought.
He felt Max’s hot breath on the back of his neck, before making its way around to his ear. “Now that was something I didn’t expect. So you’re some kind of martial arts expert, huh? You thought I needed protecting, Angel?”
Max purred soothingly into his ear, his lips gently brushing the outer rim.
Shit… stay focused, stay focused, stay focused. Angel chanted his mantra in his head. Max’s mouth on his ear was a very big distraction and even more difficult to ignore. What was with him? Max had just giving him that bullshit let’s-be-friends mumbo-jumbo. Pals didn’t purr seductively into each other’s ears.
Angel felt a soft caress work slowly down the length of his braid and felt Max press his nose to the crown of his head and inhale deeply. So he does like the way I smel . Wel , this was not the plan I had in mind to seduce Max, but damn if this circus show robbery didn’t work out perfectly. Angel wasn’t open to people messing in his hair, but Max’s touch felt all kinds of right.
The young punk Angel had kicked in the jaw had a devilish frown on his face. His lip was curled up into an evil snarl as he spat at them. “You fucking faggots.” He was scrambling, trying to make his way to the front door, while stumbling over overturned chairs and rearranged tables. That word never bothered Angel, but he wasn’t sure how Max would take the derogatory slur.
A strategically placed “faggot” inserted into the beginning of a gay relationship can cause damage, especially to a man who’d sworn he was straight seventy-two hours ago.
Angel stood motionless enjoying their contact, still in a protective stance in front of Max, when he felt that hot breath wonderfully caress his ear again.
Max pressed his mouth firmer against his ear this time, making him unconsciously tilt his head to give Max a little more access. Angel felt the curve of Max’s smile against the side of his neck, and…wait! Holy shit. This can’t be this easy. Angel unmistakably felt Max’s erection pressed delectably against his ass.
“Well, are you going to grab him or should I?” Max’s deep voice penetrated his erotic haze. Angel looked up and noticed the fallen robber searching for his firearm under the booth.
“I got him,” Angel growled. He took quick, determined steps toward the man, kicking bar chairs out of his way and grabbing the man with both hands by the collar, slinging him into the nearest booth. The man went flying into the seat like he weighed twenty pounds and Angel never even broke a sweat.
“Be quiet and stay there if you value your life,” Angel said calmly, pinning the man to the wall with a fire hot gaze that said I’m fucking serious .
Angel spun around, his braid swinging over his left shoulder as he heard Max tell the bartender to calm himself down and dial 911, everything was over now. Some of the bar patrons were rising from their hideouts
He felt Max’s heart beating rapidly against his back. Fuck. Stay calm, Max.
He hoped he hadn’t fucked Max’s head up, but he wouldn’t dare take his eyes off the situation in front of him to check. There were still two other
armed men, and Angel wasn’t positive if the man he disarmed would freak or not.
Angel noted immediately when the other two jackasses realized that one of their men had been taken down, and they decided not to wait around to see what Angel was going to do next. The man securing the cash jumped the bar like a track star and was out the door in three seconds flat, not caring if his comrades followed. No honor among thieves. The man that was left behind was staring at Angel like a deer caught in the headlights. Damn, what is wrong with the youth today? Angel thought.
He felt Max’s hot breath on the back of his neck, before making its way around to his ear. “Now that was something I didn’t expect. So you’re some kind of martial arts expert, huh? You thought I needed protecting, Angel?”
Max purred soothingly into his ear, his lips gently brushing the outer rim.
Shit… stay focused, stay focused, stay focused. Angel chanted his mantra in his head. Max’s mouth on his ear was a very big distraction and even more difficult to ignore. What was with him? Max had just giving him that bullshit let’s-be-friends mumbo-jumbo. Pals didn’t purr seductively into each other’s ears.
Angel felt a soft caress work slowly down the length of his braid and felt Max press his nose to the crown of his head and inhale deeply. So he does like the way I smel . Wel , this was not the plan I had in mind to seduce Max, but damn if this circus show robbery didn’t work out perfectly. Angel wasn’t open to people messing in his hair, but Max’s touch felt all kinds of right.
The young punk Angel had kicked in the jaw had a devilish frown on his face. His lip was curled up into an evil snarl as he spat at them. “You fucking faggots.” He was scrambling, trying to make his way to the front door, while stumbling over overturned chairs and rearranged tables. That word never bothered Angel, but he wasn’t sure how Max would take the derogatory slur.
A strategically placed “faggot” inserted into the beginning of a gay relationship can cause damage, especially to a man who’d sworn he was straight seventy-two hours ago.
Angel stood motionless enjoying their contact, still in a protective stance in front of Max, when he felt that hot breath wonderfully caress his ear again.
Max pressed his mouth firmer against his ear this time, making him unconsciously tilt his head to give Max a little more access. Angel felt the curve of Max’s smile against the side of his neck, and…wait! Holy shit. This can’t be this easy. Angel unmistakably felt Max’s erection pressed delectably against his ass.
“Well, are you going to grab him or should I?” Max’s deep voice penetrated his erotic haze. Angel looked up and noticed the fallen robber searching for his firearm under the booth.
“I got him,” Angel growled. He took quick, determined steps toward the man, kicking bar chairs out of his way and grabbing the man with both hands by the collar, slinging him into the nearest booth. The man went flying into the seat like he weighed twenty pounds and Angel never even broke a sweat.
“Be quiet and stay there if you value your life,” Angel said calmly, pinning the man to the wall with a fire hot gaze that said I’m fucking serious .
Angel spun around, his braid swinging over his left shoulder as he heard Max tell the bartender to calm himself down and dial 911, everything was over now. Some of the bar patrons were rising from their hideouts
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