Tricia Owens A Pirate's Life For Me Book 3

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He received a smirk for that. "Stupid ass."
He watched Tyler's fist relax, fingers spreading on his thigh. "We might end up in a
fight. Can you handle yourself, new guy?"
Lucas actually couldn't remember the last time he'd punched someone. He'd been raised
to avoid physical confrontation and he got along with most everyone. But he was fit and he was
suitably angry. "I'll be able to hold my own," he stated confidently.
Tyler's nod of acceptance bolstered his ego. "We should be okay. We'll get down and
dirty if we need to. Hopefully it won't come to that. Adam hates violence. He used to get so
pissed when Rory's gang dragged us into fights with them."
The taxi turned off the main drag and into a neighborhood. Most of the houses were
shielded by high fences draped with wild bushes, but occasionally Lucas glimpsed impressive
homes that many would call mansions.
"What's Donahue's deal, anyway?" he asked, turning his attention back to Tyler. "What
does he think he's going to get out of Adam? It sounds like he keeps provoking him like a kid
pulling pigtails."
"Rory can't let it go." Tyler's voice was as distant as his gaze as he stared forward. "You
know how you make a mistake and even years later you can't accept that there's nothing you
can do to change it? I think that's how he is with Adam. He fucked up and it kills him that
Adam moved on and found me."
"It sounded like they weren't compatible though. They're both tops. So why fight for a
relationship like that if it can never work out?"
"Maybe it's an ego thing, like Rory doesn't like to lose. Adam came out of it and found a
relationship. Rory's still fucking around. I don't know. He's an asshole. That seems like a good
enough answer to me."
Lucas phrased his next question carefully. "Because he's so much like Adam, did you
ever consider him?"
"For what?"
"You know..."
Tyler's eyes bulged. "Are you fucking kidding me? What the fuck are you on? No, I
never considered him. Jesus, that's nasty. Where the hell did you get that idea, anyway?"
Wishing he hadn't said anything, Lucas tried to backpedal. "It was just a question. I
don't know how these things work. Forget it, okay?"
"Oh, no, new guy. You fucking opened the door; I'm storming through it." Tyler braced
his hands on the seat between them, leaning closer. "You thought that just because Rory's a top
that I'd roll onto my back for him, is that it? You think I'm some kind of bitch boy who'll let
anyone dominate me if he acts tough enough?"
Slumping back against the seat, Lucas sighed, "No, that's not what I think. What I did
think was that maybe he has some of the same qualities that Adam has. Because obviously the
fact that they're too much alike is a big part of why they broke up in the first place."
"I see. So you're saying if a guy is big and strong and likes to be in control then I should
automatically spread my legs for him. You're such a fucking moron. Thanks for making me out
to be a shallow whore."
"Look, why do you have to fly off the handle every time I say something? It was a
mistake. I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it. You're taking it way too seriously."
Tyler glared at him. Lucas could hear him breathing harshly like a bull about to charge a
matador.
"By your logic," Tyler said, "you should be drooling over Rory's knob too."
Lucas stiffened.
"Because everything you like about Adam can be found in Rory, right?" Tyler's laugh
sounded evil. "You want to be bent over and fucked hard by Adam, so when we get to Rory's
place you should offer yourself to him and let me and Adam make our escape. In fact, that
sounds like a brilliant plan. It'd kill two birds with one stone. I'd get rid of you and Rory would
have the ass he's wanted since the games."
"You made your point," Lucas ground out, asking himself yet again why he put up with
Tyler's meanness. "Donahue is nothing like Adam."
Smug, Tyler sat back. "So you can be taught. Good to know."
The thought of smacking Tyler leaped to the forefront of Lucas' mind but he squashed it
down. Instead, he realized revenge could be had in a much sweeter way. It was cruel, but Lucas
reminded himself that Tyler brought it on himself.
Without a word, Lucas shifted across the seat and turned to Tyler. He braced one hand
on the door frame behind Tyler's right shoulder, caging him in.
Tyler shrank back from him. "What are you doing?"
"I want you to stop thinking and assuming the worse about everything I say."
"Then stop saying stupid fucking things!"
"It shouldn't matter what I say," Lucas said patiently. "You're supposed to trust that I
don't want to hurt you."
The sneer found its way to Tyler's mouth again. "Don't flatter yourself. You can't hurt
me, new guy."
"I'm glad you know that. So you won't take it the wrong way when I do this."
He caught Tyler's chin in his right hand and kissed him. He expected Tyler to fight,
maybe twist away or bite Lucas' lip. A punch in the gut wouldn't have been out of the question.
He didn't expect Tyler to turn into butter.
He melted so sweetly beneath him that Lucas moaned in response, the sound caught
between Tyler's soft, parted lips. The difference between the man who argued with him and
called him derogatory names and the man he kissed now was greater than night and day -- it
was as stark a difference as black and white. Lucas cupped the sides of Tyler's face with both
hands as he tentatively slid his tongue forward. He was braced for the bite and the rush of
resulting blood. Instead, Tyler opened wider and welcomed him in with a teasing stroke of his
own tongue.
Tyler's hot hands seared the skin of Lucas' back, sliding up to his shoulders and down to
his waist. He repeated the action with fingers clawed. Lucas gasped into the kiss as Tyler's
fingernails raked his back, sending fireworks shooting up into his brain and down into his cock.
Lisa had dragged her fingernails across his back plenty of times before, but never with the force
that Tyler used and Lucas was a little frightened by how much he preferred the stronger touch.
He hooked a leg over Tyler's to draw their hips closer together. Tyler helped by cupping
Lucas' ass and tugging. When their groins met, Lucas feared in the still uncertain part of him
that Tyler would be soft and unaffected by what they were doing. But the hard tube in Tyler's
breeches matched the one in Lucas .
"Ben," Lucas gasped in between kisses, "said it took you a while to get hard for him."
Tyler licked at Lucas' lips and caught the bottom one between his teeth, tugging it
before releasing it. "Ben and his big fucking mouth. I don't have any problem getting it up for
you, new guy."
"Call me, Lucas," he groaned as he thrust against Tyler. In contrast to the force of his
hips, his hands cradled Tyler's face gently. "Please."
"Fucking sap," Tyler whispered. His eyes were half-lidded, shielded by a fan of nearly [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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