Page 3 of Hidden Desires
He wasn’t going back to that life.
Cold. Alone. And starving.
Not now. Not ever.
Lowering his head, he stepped out onto the street and made his way back home to his tiny apartment.
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ACE
The steady purr of the hog behind them had Ace glancing in the side mirror every few seconds.
At first, there was nothing but blackness and an open road, with a flash of red every so often when Cade decided to press the brakes and attempt to murder their buddy behind them.
A chuckle escaped Cade.
“You know, one day, you're actually going to cause an accident, and then who will you bro out with whenever you want to watch sports and burp and do god knows what?” Ace asked, watching as Blade appeared once again in his side mirror.
The man swerved, then straightened, then disappeared once again, no doubt pulling up beside them, probably to tell off Caden.
Caden glanced over at Ace and gave him a face.
“Do I look like the kind of guy who sits around watching sports? I’m more of a UFC, deathmatch-watching kind of guy.”
Ace nodded beside him. He didn’t disagree with him there.
“Plus, now that I’m dating Lucas, I no longer burp or do anything disgusting.”
Now, it was Ace’s turn to chuckle.
“Didn’t you pee off your porch and into your flowerbed last week?”
The purring of Blade’s bike got louder as it approached on Caden’s side of the truck.
“Luc told you that?” Ace nodded. “That little mouse, always squealing on me to his best friend.”
Ace shrugged his shoulders. He and Luc had gotten closer over the past few months, and both enjoyed gossiping and sharing secrets about the guys they had conquered. In Lucas’s case, he had Cade he’d conquered; in Ace’s case… well, he conquered whatever horny daddy or bloke was available that night.
“Anyone ever tell you, you drive like a blind panda?” Blade shouted over the roar of the truck and the snarling of his bike.
Blade rode a Harley-Davidson Cruiser. It was black with red flames stenciled on the sides. It rumbled when he rode and intimidated people as he passed them by. It was a total badass bike that always made Ace’s dick hard every time he saw the man spread his legs over the thing.
Fuck, the man’s thighs were thick, and his butt was full-on man-ass.
Yes, Ace might be a bottom, but he could appreciate a good man-ass when he saw one.
“Just testing your reflexes, brother. I heard you were a little slow on the trigger with that MILF from Tennessee,” Cade responded, giving his friend a shit-eating grin.
Blade flashed him the finger, which was kind of hard given his riding gloves.
“I swear, you two should just fuck and get it over with,” Ace added, turning to face the road once again.
“Bet you and Lucas would love to watch that.”
Ace chuckled. “Well, I’d be there front row center, dick in hand, but your boyfriend might have issues. He’s not exactly the sharing type.”
“Yeah, you're right. He’d probably offer me something to drink, then I’d wake up, my body buried in the desert with scorpions crawling all over my face.”
