a note from Xavier saying it had been delivered early this morning. Brett was ridiculously excited to try it out. It was so easy and made his life seem like a breeze compared to the way he had been struggling. The all-terrain scooter let him move from place to place with ease. He managed to bathe, dress, and do his hair with very few adjustments.
Once he had done as much as he could do to rescue his mangled appearance, Brett found himself still staring in the mirror. His face looked a mess. Both his eyes were black, and his left cheek still looked swollen. But oddly, he felt good. He had chosen a bright pink shirt and checkered shorts for the day. Brett loved being different. People either admired his courage or rolled their eyes at his eccentric style. Either way, he never left a neutral impression. He wanted people to see him and remember him. Right now, he needed to see Roman. It was time to get the man’s vacation back on schedule. A hint of sadness wormed its way into his happiness at that thought. Roman would go home as soon as Brett no longer needed him. Hell, he might take one look at Brett moving around and leave today. Brett’s shoulders squared. He would have to give Roman a reason to stay. At least for a couple more days. They had unfinished business. A wicked smile tugged at Brett’s lips. If Dean hadn’t shown up yesterday, Brett might have convinced Roman to finish some business yesterday. Damn. He needed to see Roman’s sexy face.
With his knee balanced on the scooter and a smile in place, Brett rolled his way down the hall and into the bedroom he had assigned Roman. He didn’t stop to think about his welcome. Childlike glee kept him moving. “Look what I can do.” A completely nude Roman greeted him as he rounded the corner. Brett quickly turned his face away. He wished he had been quick enough to miss the sight altogether. Goddamn. So much delicious skin. “Sorry. The door was open, but I should’ve announced myself sooner or something.”
A sexy chuckle floated through the air and washed over Brett. Roman crossed the room. Before Brett knew what would happen, Roman clutched his chin, turned Brett’s face back his way, and captured Brett’s mouth. It was carnal and heaven. Brett lost the ability to think and breathe.
Roman pulled away and swiped the moisture from Brett’s bottom lip. “I find it odd that you never turn away from Xavier’s nudity, but—with me—you act as if you’ve never seen a naked man.”
“Xavier wants me to look at him.”
A slow and sexy grin spread across Roman’s lips. “So do I.” He gently kissed Brett’s nose—like trying to heal it before moving to Brett’s bruised cheek. He whispered more confessions while his lips lightly brushed Brett’s skin, seducing him. “I like to be watched.” Brett felt Roman’s lips shape a smile against his skin. “I think you do too.” He ran his hand down Brett’s stomach, stopping before he reached the waistband of Brett’s shorts. “That’s why you’re wearing this hot pink shirt. You like it when people’s eyes caress your skin. It makes me wonder what else you’d be willing to do while on display.” Brett lost his breath. He was so turned on that he couldn’t find the oxygen in the air. Roman turned away before Brett could panic and push him away. “Since you’re up and moving, we should go out for breakfast. Do they serve anything other than coffee at that Back Porch place of Wrecker’s? You should let your friends see that you’re okay.”
Brett’s eyes ate up the sight of Roman crossing the room to dress. His every muscle bunched and rolled—like a predator ready to pounce at any moment. Roman was a dangerous work of art, but Brett realized something monumental. His killer body and beautiful face weren’t why Brett couldn’t stay away. Roman saw him. No one else saw him and it was fucking terrifying.
When he didn’t respond, Roman turned his way, as he pulled on his clothes, giving Brett full view of his erection. Brett wanted it. He wanted all of Roman. He hadn’t called Roman because he knew the man would do anything for a price. Brett had called Roman because—deep down—he had known Roman would do him in ways no one else understood.
“They have pastries and breakfast breads,” Brett heard himself answer—like he responded from a