Page 46 of Hidden Desires
ACE
As he stared down at his plate, Ace wondered where he was going to put it all. It had seemed like a good idea at the time—piling on every delicious item he came across at the buffet. Until now, it seemed.
Taking in the crab legs, dumplings, noodles, and spicy chicken, he wondered how on earth he was going to finish everything on his plate.
Lifting his head, he spotted one of the Asian servers staring at him with judging eyes.
Yes, he was one of those gluttonous Americans who loved their free meals and open buffets.
“Don’t know where you hide it all,” Lucas said as he slid in across from him.
They were seated at a long, rectangular table, perfect for hosting a large group, or in their case, a rowdy biker gang.
The crew had decided to hit the Strip in search of some dinner. They ended up at an all-you-can-eat Asian-style buffet. The online reviews for the place were off the charts.
“I’m beginning to wonder that myself. If I finish all this food, I can say goodbye to my abs,” Ace answered, picking up his fork and moving the crab legs off his noodles.
“Just means you’ll have to do more cardio tonight,” Caden answered, giving him a wink.
Ace poked at some chicken, then stared at it on the end of his fork. “How many do you think? Two? Three?”
“Three what?” Blade asked, slipping into the seat beside Ace, carrying two heaving plates of food of his own.
Jesus, the man was a beast.
“Guys,” Ace said, sticking the fork into his mouth and biting into his chicken. “How many guys do you think I have to fuck tonight to work off all this food?”
Blade’s arm jerked, nearly knocking over the glass of water in front of him.
Lucas and Caden chuckled.
“Ace was complaining that if he eats all that food, he won’t have any abs anymore,” Lucas explained.
“So, naturally, I reminded him of all the calories he could burn getting gangbanged all night,” Caden added, cracking into his own set of crab legs.
Next to him, Blade shot Caden a death stare before letting out a growl under his breath. He didn’t say anything, just picked up his fork and stabbed at the sirloin steak on his plate.
Hmm, that was… interesting.
“I say four,” Lucas offered. “It’s better to be safe than sorry. You wouldn’t want to spend all that time working over all those dicks, only to find a belly roll come morning. It’s not worth the risk.”
Ace stared at Lucas while the man discreetly glanced over at Blade. There was a reason he and Lucas were such good friends—they understood each other and knew how to make a man jealous.
“Here,” Blade grunted as he stabbed at one of the dumplings on Ace’s plate and shoved it into his already full mouth. He began to chew like he and the food were mortal enemies. “Now you only have two dicks to suck in order to stay in shape.”
Caden and Lucas both exchanged a glance.
“Thanks, B. Where would I be without you?” Ace responded, shaking his head as he resumed picking at his food.
He really had no intention of eating all of it. He’d be lucky if he finished a quarter of it.
Behind Lucas, the judgmental woman continued to monitor Ace’s progress.
“So, what did you guys get up to today?” Lucas asked, as his boyfriend chomped down on his food next to him.
What was it with beefy men devouring their food like they were cavemen?
“Actually, Blade and I did one of those old-time photos!” Ace answered, reaching behind him and passing his friend the black-and-white photo.
