Lazy Sundays (Lazy Days Book 1) by K-lee Klein

Author:K-lee Klein [Klein, K-lee]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2018-09-24T16:00:00+00:00

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Devon stifled a chuckle as he helped Scott off the bike seat, steadying him with an arm around his waist while Scott wobbled like a newborn colt. He white-knuckled the bottom of Devon's jacket. “You okay, sweetheart?”

Scott didn't answer and since the helmet still hid his entire face and head, Devon wasn't sure what to think. There'd been minimal screaming and their practice run around the block hadn't sent Scott running to his car. That was a very good first step. Scott also seemed to catch on quickly to the logical aspects of riding behind Devon, leaning when Devon leaned, tucking his head down, and he didn't even leave any gaping welts in Devon's sides from gripping too tightly.

Devon thought Scott had done awesome. He hoped Scott felt the same way because he sure as fuck didn't want to break his boyfriend on Valentine's Day.

“Sweetheart, you're freaking me out. Can you say something please? Do you need to sit down? Should I get your medication?”

Mumbles floated from beneath the blackness of the visor before Scott raised a shaky hand and tried to lift the helmet off his head. There was more grumbling when he let go of Devon's jacket with the other hand and used both to drag the thing off. If they'd been in a cartoon world, Devon pictured the helmet making one of those exaggerated, loud “popping” sounds. That would've been cool.

Scott's hair was sticking up every which way, helmet-static making it even more over-the-top, and Devon had to hold himself back from smoothing it down. Scott’s eyes were wide, and he looked a little stunned. It took a moment or two but eventually his mouth pulled from a tight straight line to a half-assed smile. Devon wasn't sure if he should hug him or duck and cover.

“Um, Scott?” he encouraged gently, resting one hand on the small of Scott's back. He couldn't resist anymore and moved the other hand to pat down the bird's nest on top of Scott's head.

“I'm not sure if I'm going to come or throw-up,” Scott whispered with a whip-quick burst of laughter. “You…that…does it always…um, vibrate like that?” He had one hand casually hiding his crotch and Devon held back a guffaw of his own.

Holy hell, Scott had his first bike-woodie!

Devon hadn't even considered that possibility and it was more than a little unfortunate that he couldn't haul Scott into the nearest bathroom or closet or whatever was convenient to help him with the little—big—problem. Valentine's Day was for love after all and you didn't get much more loving than falling to your knees in front of your man.

However, he wasn't going to tell Scott that, not now at least.

“Gives you kind of a kick, doesn't it? How's your anxiety? “

Scott drew in a noticeably large breath but shook his head in response. “Tolerable.”

“I'm proud of you, sweetheart.”

Scott handed Devon his helmet coyly. He gazed at the building they'd parked in front of. “Bertha's Joint. Eat Big or Go

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