Paint by Number by Andrew Grey

Author:Andrew Grey [Grey, Andrew]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance
ISBN: 978-1-64405-828-2
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2020-07-20T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

DEVON LOVED riding behind Enrique on the three-wheeler, especially now that he had a lot more freedom to let his hands roam. The engine vibrated the seat, which sent a thrill of energy through him. His cock was rock-hard, and he pressed his hips to Enrique’s butt, loving the little zings of sensation that rocked through him as they rode. “Is this okay?” For a second he wondered if he was assuming things he shouldn’t, but Enrique pressed back against him as an answer. Devon held him closer, resting his head on Enrique’s back and just letting the wind, sun, and the power of the ride and the driver wash over him.

“I take it you like a thrill,” Enrique said when he pulled to a stop.

“As well as the next guy. Though I’d say you’re more than enough thrill for me.” He slid his hands under Enrique’s shirt, palms flat against his belly as they took off once again. Devon couldn’t help smiling, and it took him a second to understand why. He was happy—like fucking “stand in the middle of a crowded New York street and yell his pleasure to the world” happy.

They rode into town and across the highway before pulling up to Devon’s dad’s. He reluctantly climbed off and adjusted things so his dad didn’t see him sporting wood. “What do you need me to take care of?”

Enrique shrugged. “I got this. See what you can do about the camera and see how Charles is, and I’ll be back this afternoon. There’s no use rushing, but we need to be there before they shut down for the day. Otherwise they might hear us coming.” Enrique flashed him a smile. Devon thought he was about to take off when he jumped off the three-wheeler and tugged him into a kiss that curled Devon’s toes. “A taste for later.” He grinned naughtily before hopping back on the three-wheeler and taking off, kicking up some dust along the way.

Devon watched him go, not moving until Enrique was out of sight. Then he went inside to where his dad lay on the sofa, looking slightly green. “What’s wrong?” Instantly, worry spiked in his belly. Damn it all. Maybe he should have stayed close to home.

“I ate some of the spicy chili Rita sent over, and it did a number on me.”

Devon gritted his teeth. “You should know better than to have that for breakfast.” Since his recovery, he found it difficult to be sympathetic to self-inflicted hurts. “I’ll get you some antacids. They might help relieve some of the bloating and pain, but you’re going to be very acquainted with the bathroom, and that’s all on you.” Why his father would eat that much chili at ten in the morning was beyond him. He must have been bored and looking for something to occupy himself.

Devon got the pills and some water and gave them to his dad, then went through the freezer to see what else might be in there and throw it out.

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