Devlin and Garrick by Cameron Dane (best big ereader TXT) 📗

room, cracking against the walls like a whip. “I only tolerate Wyn for Aidan and Ethan’s sakes.”

“I didn’t say Wyn.” Devlin flashed a smile. He probably looked like an idiot with half his face covered by a blindfold, but he couldn’t help it. “You did.”

“He’s right, sweetie,” Garrick added. “You’re the one who mentioned him first.”

“You shut up too, G.” In his mind’s eye, Devlin could see his sister whirling on Garrick and getting right up in his face. “Or I will decide I have a lot more work I can do here tonight after all.”

Garrick immediately responded with, “Wyn who?”

“Thank you.” Maddie’s voice sing-songed, and now Devlin could mentally see her with a smile of satisfaction at having made her point.

More scuffing noises echoed in the big garage. Moments later, the lightest wafting scent of peaches and cream tickled Devlin’s nose, and a brush of soft lips caressed his cheek. “Have fun.” That was Maddie again. She squeezed his hand. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Bye, sis.” Devlin waved in what he assumed was the direction of the exit where his sister headed.

“See you, Maddie,” Garrick called out too.

The click of a door closing and locks turning and sliding into place echoed into Devlin’s ears and then silence filled the air.

But just for a moment. Garrick’s heat suddenly crowded Devlin’s back, and he dipped down to press a kiss into the curve of Devlin’s neck. “Finally. You’re all mine.” He curled his hands under Devlin’s elbows and nudged his cock into Devlin’s ass. “Walk forward with normal steps until I tell you to stop.”

Devlin shuffled forward one cautious step at a time, acutely aware of his balance, even with Garrick guiding him. “You’ve been very mysterious ever since you called me,” Devlin said. Garrick had called him at the firehouse and instructed him to come to the garage as soon as his shift ended.

“It’s a boyfriend’s prerogative. Stop right here.” With Garrick’s hands on Devlin’s arms, Devlin came to a halt when Garrick stopped moving. “Just wait where you are.” Garrick let go of Devlin, and his heat left Devlin’s backside. “Keep the blindfold on until I tell you to remove it.”

“You’re lucky I love you and trust you.” Devlin put his hands on his hips and cocked his head to the side, as if he could see whatever the hell Garrick was doing. “Normally I’d demand my lovers keep the blindfold play confined to the bedroom.”

“Oh yeah?” Garrick’s tone was light, and Devlin could feel him flash one of those glances he liked to give from the corner of his eye. “How many more lovers have you had since the last time we talked about it?”

“None.” Devlin’s heart and belly fluttered, and he felt himself blush. “But if I had, that’s what I would tell them.”

“Glad to hear that I would at least still be special.”

“You’re not just special, Garrick.” Devlin tried to look through the blindfold to where he imagined Garrick would be standing. “You’re everything.”

A thud hit Devlin’s ears, then a wonderfully colorful curse filled the garage. “Damn it.” Garrick mixed in a sharp whistle with another four-letter word. “You make me trip over my own feet when you say shit like that.”

God, he’s so fucking sweet.

Devlin swallowed down a swell of love that wanted to take him over and make him bawl like a pussy. “I’d tell you to strip me naked, bend me over and fuck me where I stand, but I don’t want to spend our evening taking you to the emergency room.”

“Thank you for the courtesy.” The Sahara desert had nothing on the dryness in Garrick’s tone. “Okay. You can take off the blindfold.”

Devlin stripped the piece of fabric off over his head. He blinked a half dozen times to adjust to the shock of light suddenly attacking his eyes again, and then everything cleared, and an absolute vision filled Devlin’s gaze.

Sweet mother. It’s perfect.

Devlin blinked and looked again, but his eyes did not deceive him. Before him, Garrick had himself laid out across the hood of a car--his ass probably leaving an imprint on the windshield because he didn’t have on a stitch of clothing. The man was insanely sexy, as always, but he fucking had himself draped over a cherry specimen of a ’77 Pontiac Trans Am Firebird--exactly in the pristine shape Devlin had always dreamed of owning, and Devlin couldn’t much process anything more than that. Shiny black in color, with the exact gold trim along the sides, firebird design beautifully depicted on the hood, and snowflake rims recreated with the right color of paint and everything.

It’s everything I’ve always wanted. And more.

Garrick swept an arm across his front like a game show model. “So? What do you think?”

Devlin rushed to the car and ran his hands along the side of its perfect, sexy shape. “Whoa,” he whispered. Maddie had never mentioned the car again after showing it to him that first time. With everything that had happened since, Devlin had totally forgotten she’d found it and was restoring it to its original state.

He opened the passenger side door and leaned a knee on one of the custom seats, inhaling some spray she must have used to recreate a new car smell. He looked to the back, and whistled. The car fucking even had the specialty bucket seats in the back. Then Devlin looked toward the front and his attention caught on the shine glinting right in front of his eyes. “Oh, damn it.” He reached out and fingered the shiny, raised pyramid stamped metal running across the front of the instrument panel. “There’s a diamond design panel and everything.”

Garrick rolled over on the hood and looked in at Garrick through the windshield. “Yep.” Pride infused his voice. “It’s the perfect recreation. Every detail is right. Straight down to the CB radio.”

Son of a bitch. Devlin shot out of the car. Our talk. He rounded the open door to Garrick and stooped down so they were at eye level. Everything