Breakdown (Don't Book 3) by Jack L. Pyke

Author:Jack L. Pyke [Pyke, Jack L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781622341757
Publisher: Fantastic Fiction Publishing
Published: 2014-08-18T00:00:00+00:00

“Jack?”

I jerked awake, feet already falling from the dashboard as if my old man had smacked them down.

Rowan chuckled. “Home,” he said, grinning, before pulling the truck door wide open. Smithy was already out, off over by Cutter, no doubt bitching about the crowbar stunt. We always met back at one of Cutter’s lockers, this one here not being too far from my old man’s garage, and the familiarity of the place had me wiping my face and giving a full stretch. Cutter kept looking over.

Oh, right, yeah. The crowbar incident. I buried a smirk.

“Forklift’s ready, if you’re up for it,” said Rowan, adding a few stretches of his own. Bastard always seemed to copy. S’why I preferred Steve on a job: at least he thought for himself. It was needed if things went balls up: it was the runner’s job to act as go-between, letting everyone know how to stay in touch once we were split.

Smithy at least had the sense to sulk off as I jumped down and slammed the door shut behind me. Lance was already working the tarpaulin on the other side, and I set to work on mine as Rowan pulled the forklift out.

“Any issues?”

“Fuck.” I wrapped my knuckle on the spring I’d released earlier, and twisted around, shaking the hurt. Giving a grin, Cutter looked down.

“Hurt yourself there, kid?”

I went still as he came in a little closer.

“I’ve just had Smithy bitching over how you played him up in front of the lads tonight.” A hand ran under my jaw. “He’s new, learning the ropes. Also a good friend who made sure he kept his mouth shut in jail. I told you to ignore the shit if he got on your nerves. Are you deliberately trying to fuck me off tonight ? What you after, boy?”

Feeling keys dig into my ass, I tugged them out of my back pocket. “He fucked the ropes up he was supposed to be learning. Tosser made the job fifteen minutes longer.”

“No...” All pure forest green eyes and body standing a good two feet taller, Cutter breathed heavy, his breath against my cheek. “Wasn’t the question I asked.” Hands trailed down to mine, swamping them, shifting them up along the tarpaulin despite the few men caught watching. “I asked what the fuck you’re after tonight? You need that bastard side fucking out of you?”

Yeah, ’cause real men get...

Giving a grunt, I forced him back, arching my body into his to make sure.

“You don’t fuck over people I put in your charge.” Cutter was already back in, one hand gripping my hair, the other crushing into my nuts. I grunted as he snarled, “Now. What’s your fucking problem lately?”

“Nothin’.”

“Nothing?”

“I said fucking—”

“Nothing.” A breath brushed my jaw, then a bite. “I liked what you said the first time, kid. Don’t go and spoil it by opening your mouth and back-bitching me.”

Looking down, Cutter gave a smirk, easing off on his grip on my balls and instead rubbing against my dick. “Ooooh, look at the interest there.

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