and applauding them.
Max turned back toward him and they locked eyes, feeling that click again. Max came to stand in front of him. His firm chest was outlined through his tight Seventeenth Street Surf Shop threadbare T-shirt. Max wasn’t overly muscular and he had a little less definition in his midsection, but he was still extremely handsome. Angel dropped his gaze and watched Max’s slow hand inch toward him. Max stroked Angel’s braid as gently as a newborn baby’s face before carefully moving it back over Angel’s shoulder.
“I guess we make a pretty good team…Maximus.” Angel rolled that name off his tongue the way he knew Max liked it.
Angel watched the man shiver.
“That remains to be seen.” He winked at Angel.
Chapter Six
Wel that sure was an interesting set of events the other day, Max thought as he completed paperwork he’d been neglecting for weeks. He was willing to do any tedious task if it kept his mind off the alluring Angel. Max was so confused about the foreign feelings he was having for this man that he found himself questioning every relationship he’d ever had. Max had had his share of a variety of women from blond bombshells and brunette beauties to redheaded vixens, but none of them could compare to his Angel. Did I just cal him mine? Shit. None of those so-called relationships ever amounted to a damn thing either. Max never fully connected with any woman he’d dated. I had a stronger connection with Angel at our first meeting than I’ve ever had with any girlfriend. Max only knew one thing to do. There was one person he trusted enough to help him sort through this mess: Ryker.
Max dragged ass through the day, eager to go home and get some answers from his older brother. The last forty-eight hours had been the typical vehicle accident calls and a couple of fire alarm responses, but no flamers. Since July Fourth weekend was finally over, work was calm and Max couldn’t have been more appreciative. His mind couldn’t focus on anything serious right now, and he wasn’t functioning at one hundred percent during the day due to the erotic dreams he had at night. Max hoped his Captain hadn’t noticed his spacing out lately, he’d just been promoted. Last thing he needed was a fuck-up in his file as soon as he made Sergeant.
Max called his brother on his cell as soon as he got in his car. “Hey, Ryke, what’s going on brother?”
“Oh, you know. Same ole bullshit, just a different day.” His brother cited his favorite response to that question.
“Yes, of course, so much bullshit you have to deal with Ryke. Running your own successful accounting firm must be so damn stressful. Sitting in your huge corner office, delegating your responsibilities to your two-hundred-plus staff must be driving you off the edge of a cliff. How the hell do you manage, brother?” Max replied sarcastically.
“Hey, dude, don’t mock me, work was rough today. My personal assistant is still on vacation and my office assistant had to leave early because her son had a damn asthma attack at school. I thought that’s why they had school nurses…but anyway, I had to get my own freaking coffee all damn morning. Then the dry cleaner said that my suits were ready to be picked up, and guess who had to do it…that’s right, me. I had a meeting with my office managers this afternoon, and I ended up having to take my own fucking notes. Now do you see what I’m saying man? Are you feeling my plight?”
“Uhh…no,” Max said drily. “Really bro, what are you up to right now? I got some serious shit in my head that I need to speak to you about, and if I don’t get this off my chest soon, then I will be the one on the edge of a cliff.”
“Of course, little brother, just chill out. You know where to meet me, I’m leaving right now.”
“Cool, I’ll be there in fifteen.”
Max was sitting on the pitcher’s mound at their favorite park since they were kids, waiting for Ryker to arrive. It’d
Max turned back toward him and they locked eyes, feeling that click again. Max came to stand in front of him. His firm chest was outlined through his tight Seventeenth Street Surf Shop threadbare T-shirt. Max wasn’t overly muscular and he had a little less definition in his midsection, but he was still extremely handsome. Angel dropped his gaze and watched Max’s slow hand inch toward him. Max stroked Angel’s braid as gently as a newborn baby’s face before carefully moving it back over Angel’s shoulder.
“I guess we make a pretty good team…Maximus.” Angel rolled that name off his tongue the way he knew Max liked it.
Angel watched the man shiver.
“That remains to be seen.” He winked at Angel.
Chapter Six
Wel that sure was an interesting set of events the other day, Max thought as he completed paperwork he’d been neglecting for weeks. He was willing to do any tedious task if it kept his mind off the alluring Angel. Max was so confused about the foreign feelings he was having for this man that he found himself questioning every relationship he’d ever had. Max had had his share of a variety of women from blond bombshells and brunette beauties to redheaded vixens, but none of them could compare to his Angel. Did I just cal him mine? Shit. None of those so-called relationships ever amounted to a damn thing either. Max never fully connected with any woman he’d dated. I had a stronger connection with Angel at our first meeting than I’ve ever had with any girlfriend. Max only knew one thing to do. There was one person he trusted enough to help him sort through this mess: Ryker.
Max dragged ass through the day, eager to go home and get some answers from his older brother. The last forty-eight hours had been the typical vehicle accident calls and a couple of fire alarm responses, but no flamers. Since July Fourth weekend was finally over, work was calm and Max couldn’t have been more appreciative. His mind couldn’t focus on anything serious right now, and he wasn’t functioning at one hundred percent during the day due to the erotic dreams he had at night. Max hoped his Captain hadn’t noticed his spacing out lately, he’d just been promoted. Last thing he needed was a fuck-up in his file as soon as he made Sergeant.
Max called his brother on his cell as soon as he got in his car. “Hey, Ryke, what’s going on brother?”
“Oh, you know. Same ole bullshit, just a different day.” His brother cited his favorite response to that question.
“Yes, of course, so much bullshit you have to deal with Ryke. Running your own successful accounting firm must be so damn stressful. Sitting in your huge corner office, delegating your responsibilities to your two-hundred-plus staff must be driving you off the edge of a cliff. How the hell do you manage, brother?” Max replied sarcastically.
“Hey, dude, don’t mock me, work was rough today. My personal assistant is still on vacation and my office assistant had to leave early because her son had a damn asthma attack at school. I thought that’s why they had school nurses…but anyway, I had to get my own freaking coffee all damn morning. Then the dry cleaner said that my suits were ready to be picked up, and guess who had to do it…that’s right, me. I had a meeting with my office managers this afternoon, and I ended up having to take my own fucking notes. Now do you see what I’m saying man? Are you feeling my plight?”
“Uhh…no,” Max said drily. “Really bro, what are you up to right now? I got some serious shit in my head that I need to speak to you about, and if I don’t get this off my chest soon, then I will be the one on the edge of a cliff.”
“Of course, little brother, just chill out. You know where to meet me, I’m leaving right now.”
“Cool, I’ll be there in fifteen.”
Max was sitting on the pitcher’s mound at their favorite park since they were kids, waiting for Ryker to arrive. It’d
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