Bringing Him Home Read Online Free
Author: Penny Brandon
he couldn't, not after the kiss they'd shared. So what was he supposed to do now?
He ate in silence, not really tasting the food on his plate or taking notice of anything else around him. He shook his head. He'd got it bad, he realized. Right now he was contemplating asking Jared right out if he could go with him. How pathetic was that?
Suddenly Jared pushed away his plate and stood up. He fished out his wallet from his back pocket and threw some notes onto the table.
Stunned, Kyle stared up at him. "I was paying for this."
"You said you'd buy me coffee. This was more than coffee." He bent and picked up his bag, slinging it over his shoulder.
Kyle didn't move, worried he was going to see Jared walk away but not knowing what to do about it. Then Jared leaned over him, one hand on the table, the other on the back of the bench behind his head. At that angle, in that position, Kyle got an eyeful of Jared's crotch. There was a distinct bulge behind the zipper of his jeans.
"For the past five minutes, I've been doing nothing but thinking of fucking you. I can't stand sitting here a minute longer. I'm going. You coming with me?"
The low rumble of Jared's deep voice vibrated through every bone in Kyle's body, and the double meaning was not lost on him. He jumped up out of his seat, nearly giving Jared a head butt in the process. He quickly grabbed his own wallet and threw a few more notes on the table, not caring if the tip he'd left was more than the waitress's wages; he was in too much of a hurry following the man who had just got his boner started all over again.
He fell into step with Jared, noting they both had the same easy stride while taking a quick glance at Jared's profile. The man's jaw was strong, his lips full, his brow high, with a lock of dark hair that fell across it. He was good-looking with an air of brooding melancholy that Kyle found both fascinating and sad. Right now Jared's jaw was clenched tight, his lips had thinned out, and his brow was furrowed. Jared really needed to learn to lighten up and relax.
They stopped at a large 18-wheeler, the cab shiny black with a silver decal that represented naked female curves. Kyle raised an eyebrow. Jared just shrugged. Anchored to the back of the rig was a huge trailer that was intended for livestock, though he could tell it was now empty.
Jared unlocked the cab and swung himself inside, inviting Kyle to do the same on the other side. Over the last few months, Kyle had been inside a couple of rigs, and this was no different. The seats were wide and comfortable, the dash full of dials and levers that allowed the driver to know what was going on all around him at the same time.
Jared started the engine, the roar of diesel turbines filling the empty space between them. Without a word, Jared put the rig in gear and pulled out of the parking lot before easing into the mainstream traffic and settling into a steady speed.
Kyle waited about ten minutes before saying anything. He knew Jared had to concentrate on driving, but he felt there was something else keeping Jared quiet. After a couple of minutes of strained silence, Kyle couldn't take any more.
"What were you hauling?"
"Livestock."
"I figured that."
Jared glanced at him and then smiled. "Sorry. It's just that I'm not used to this."
"This, as in inviting someone to take a ride with you?"
"Yeah."
"For a while there, I didn't think you were going to," Kyle said.
"For a while there, I nearly didn't."
Jared's honesty, though refreshing, stung. Kyle didn't like the idea that Jared had even remotely thought of not asking him to go with him. "Why not?" he asked, disgusted with himself as he heard his voice rise an octave.
"I don't know what to do with you."
"You don't...?" Kyle didn't know whether to laugh or get Jared to stop the truck. "You're fucking with me, right?"
Jared shook his head. "No. I really don't do this, Kyle, but when I saw you, tasted you...I wanted you. Really wanted you."
Kyle saw
He ate in silence, not really tasting the food on his plate or taking notice of anything else around him. He shook his head. He'd got it bad, he realized. Right now he was contemplating asking Jared right out if he could go with him. How pathetic was that?
Suddenly Jared pushed away his plate and stood up. He fished out his wallet from his back pocket and threw some notes onto the table.
Stunned, Kyle stared up at him. "I was paying for this."
"You said you'd buy me coffee. This was more than coffee." He bent and picked up his bag, slinging it over his shoulder.
Kyle didn't move, worried he was going to see Jared walk away but not knowing what to do about it. Then Jared leaned over him, one hand on the table, the other on the back of the bench behind his head. At that angle, in that position, Kyle got an eyeful of Jared's crotch. There was a distinct bulge behind the zipper of his jeans.
"For the past five minutes, I've been doing nothing but thinking of fucking you. I can't stand sitting here a minute longer. I'm going. You coming with me?"
The low rumble of Jared's deep voice vibrated through every bone in Kyle's body, and the double meaning was not lost on him. He jumped up out of his seat, nearly giving Jared a head butt in the process. He quickly grabbed his own wallet and threw a few more notes on the table, not caring if the tip he'd left was more than the waitress's wages; he was in too much of a hurry following the man who had just got his boner started all over again.
He fell into step with Jared, noting they both had the same easy stride while taking a quick glance at Jared's profile. The man's jaw was strong, his lips full, his brow high, with a lock of dark hair that fell across it. He was good-looking with an air of brooding melancholy that Kyle found both fascinating and sad. Right now Jared's jaw was clenched tight, his lips had thinned out, and his brow was furrowed. Jared really needed to learn to lighten up and relax.
They stopped at a large 18-wheeler, the cab shiny black with a silver decal that represented naked female curves. Kyle raised an eyebrow. Jared just shrugged. Anchored to the back of the rig was a huge trailer that was intended for livestock, though he could tell it was now empty.
Jared unlocked the cab and swung himself inside, inviting Kyle to do the same on the other side. Over the last few months, Kyle had been inside a couple of rigs, and this was no different. The seats were wide and comfortable, the dash full of dials and levers that allowed the driver to know what was going on all around him at the same time.
Jared started the engine, the roar of diesel turbines filling the empty space between them. Without a word, Jared put the rig in gear and pulled out of the parking lot before easing into the mainstream traffic and settling into a steady speed.
Kyle waited about ten minutes before saying anything. He knew Jared had to concentrate on driving, but he felt there was something else keeping Jared quiet. After a couple of minutes of strained silence, Kyle couldn't take any more.
"What were you hauling?"
"Livestock."
"I figured that."
Jared glanced at him and then smiled. "Sorry. It's just that I'm not used to this."
"This, as in inviting someone to take a ride with you?"
"Yeah."
"For a while there, I didn't think you were going to," Kyle said.
"For a while there, I nearly didn't."
Jared's honesty, though refreshing, stung. Kyle didn't like the idea that Jared had even remotely thought of not asking him to go with him. "Why not?" he asked, disgusted with himself as he heard his voice rise an octave.
"I don't know what to do with you."
"You don't...?" Kyle didn't know whether to laugh or get Jared to stop the truck. "You're fucking with me, right?"
Jared shook his head. "No. I really don't do this, Kyle, but when I saw you, tasted you...I wanted you. Really wanted you."
Kyle saw
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