Tropical Depression by BA Tortuga

Author:BA Tortuga [Tortuga, BA]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Tags: gay romance
ISBN: 978-1-63533-435-7
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2017-02-20T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

LORD, LORD. What a day.

Night.

Morning.

What-the-fuck-ever.

A group of punks had tried to break into the bar as they were closing up—all leather and chains and trying to be big badasses, waving a pistol around like they were gangsters. Now, that wasn’t too terrible. There was a bat under the bar and a nice length of iron bar in the office, and they almost had fun running the little pricks off.

Until the cops came to arrest him, for fuck’s sake.

Stupid little asshole pricks going to the hospital and saying he beat on them.

Which, he sorta did.

But still, they deserved it.

They’d walked in like they owned the place, strutting like weird leather daddy chickens. One of them shoved Terry Favors right into a little pod of ladies who were trying to decide whether to come on in and order or just leave.

Shane knew right then this wasn’t gonna end well. He’d made sure he knew where the bat was, since people tended to move it, but he flashed them a smile when they made their way to the bar.

“What’ll it be, boys?”

“Who are you calling boys?”

Shane bit his tongue. “Figure of speech.”

“We want shots.”

“Sure enough. What kind?”

Thug number one grinned, a gold tooth glinting as he pulled the .33 out of his jacket. “The free kind, asshole.”

“Oh, son, I don’t think so. I don’t serve free drinks to dickheads.”

The front man blinked, then scowled. “What did you call me?”

“You heard me. Now get on out of here.” He’d pulled out the bat, and his barback had come over with that piece of pipe, and Shane went over the bar like a pirate boarding a rival ship.

Then it had been all over but the cleanup. Until the cops.

He slipped out of the Jeep, heading to the house. Took all fucking night to take care of it too. Thank God for security cameras.

“Hey, darlin’. I was worried sick about you.” There was Galen, turning on the porch light and heading out to grab him right up.

“Hey.” He pushed right on into Galen’s arms, sighing, relaxing. “What a fucking night.”

“Figured it had to be bad, darlin’, but I couldn’t get away from the damned phone.” That sports team Galen had done some investing in was sucking up his time. Sucking up enough time that Galen was on the goddamn phone when he was busy being arrested, even. Of course when Galen was kissing him like that? He kinda forgot all about it.

Kinda.

Almost.

Well, not really. Being arrested sorta sucked.

“Yeah. They fucking handcuffed and fingerprinted me and everything.” Shane pushed into the kiss, hips rubbing, cuddling into Len’s heat.

Galen gave him just what he wanted, kissing him so hard he saw spots in front of his eyes, the only indication of how much that whole police thing pissed him off the way Galen’s hands tightened on his ass.

His groan echoed, pushing into Galen’s mouth. He gave up being tired and a little pissed for wanting, for needing it.

Shoving him back, Galen ran him right into the hood of his Jeep, hands under his ass lifting him up.

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