Speechless (Pier 70 #3) Read Online Free
Author: Nicole Edwards
still debating whether he should call them back and cancel, he didn’t know.
He forced his shoulders to relax, then took a deep breath. Once Jason and Benny got there, he doubted he’d have much of an issue getting in the spirit of things. After all, his dick was in desperate need of attention, and the one thing he’d learned over the years … sex was a surefire way to get your mind off shit for a little while.
And sex with two guys… Yep. It increased the chances of him actually getting off, which was a definite plus. Teague damn sure didn’t mind being sandwiched between two hot men who wanted nothing more than to make him blow his load. It was a win-win situation.
Tonight wouldn’t be an exception.
When he got to the beer store, he grabbed a case, then snatched a bottle of whiskey for good measure. Being good and wasted was the way he wanted this night to end. Maybe by morning, he wouldn’t remember anything that happened.
Shaking his head as he loaded the booze in the passenger seat of his truck, he ignored his subconscious, which had become a real pain in the ass lately. That little voice in his head that whispered what a bad idea this was could go fuck itself. Teague hadn’t been with a guy in … at least two months. No, wait. Make it three.
Not that he would admit that to anyone.
And he needed to get laid. A hell of a lot more often than four times a year, that was for damn sure. At the rate he was going, that was about all he would get.
Which was why he fully intended to change that tonight.
When he pulled into the parking lot of the marina a little while later, Teague noticed they had already closed the office for the evening. There was only one other vehicle in the parking lot, and that was Hudson’s beefed-up, black Chevy truck. That meant Hudson was home. Probably. The guy didn’t go out much. Not that he’d seen in the couple of months since he’d moved into the apartment across from Hudson, anyway.
Of course, Hudson could’ve gone out with one of the many guys who had been stopping by to visit lately. Teague didn’t know who they were or what they were to Hudson, nor did he care. He’d made a point not to get into Hudson’s business. The fact that Teague didn’t know much sign language helped to keep him in the dark, as well. The guys who did stop by to visit Hudson usually spoke ASL, rather than talking to Hudson, although everyone knew Hudson could hear. Not that it bothered him. He didn’t give a shit if they wanted to cut him out of the conversation. In fact, he preferred it. Because he wanted to remain oblivious, unlike Dare, Cam, and Roan, Teague hadn’t embraced the whole sign language thing.
And he didn’t intend to.
It took him two trips to get the beer up to his apartment. He shoved one of the twelve packs in the refrigerator, left the other on the floor beside it, and grabbed the bottle of whiskey before planting his ass on the couch.
As he cracked open the bottle, he took a deep breath for what felt like the first time that day.
This was where he could find a little solace.
Ever since Roan had decided he needed to move in with his drug-addicted sister, the apartment Roan had been living in had been available. Since Teague had been living with friends—sleeping on couches or sometimes the floor, even in his truck from time to time—ever since he graduated from high school, he’d jumped on the opportunity when Cam had offered the place to him.
He’d never had a place of his own. In fact, he’d never had a bedroom of his own. Not one that he remembered, anyway. When he was placed with foster families, he always shared a room with one of the other kids, which had sucked because the only thing he’d ever wanted in life was to have a place to call his own.
His single mother had taken her own life, setting the dominoes in motion by leaving him with nothing and no one at the age of three. She’d even been so kind as to do so when he would find her—something he
He forced his shoulders to relax, then took a deep breath. Once Jason and Benny got there, he doubted he’d have much of an issue getting in the spirit of things. After all, his dick was in desperate need of attention, and the one thing he’d learned over the years … sex was a surefire way to get your mind off shit for a little while.
And sex with two guys… Yep. It increased the chances of him actually getting off, which was a definite plus. Teague damn sure didn’t mind being sandwiched between two hot men who wanted nothing more than to make him blow his load. It was a win-win situation.
Tonight wouldn’t be an exception.
When he got to the beer store, he grabbed a case, then snatched a bottle of whiskey for good measure. Being good and wasted was the way he wanted this night to end. Maybe by morning, he wouldn’t remember anything that happened.
Shaking his head as he loaded the booze in the passenger seat of his truck, he ignored his subconscious, which had become a real pain in the ass lately. That little voice in his head that whispered what a bad idea this was could go fuck itself. Teague hadn’t been with a guy in … at least two months. No, wait. Make it three.
Not that he would admit that to anyone.
And he needed to get laid. A hell of a lot more often than four times a year, that was for damn sure. At the rate he was going, that was about all he would get.
Which was why he fully intended to change that tonight.
When he pulled into the parking lot of the marina a little while later, Teague noticed they had already closed the office for the evening. There was only one other vehicle in the parking lot, and that was Hudson’s beefed-up, black Chevy truck. That meant Hudson was home. Probably. The guy didn’t go out much. Not that he’d seen in the couple of months since he’d moved into the apartment across from Hudson, anyway.
Of course, Hudson could’ve gone out with one of the many guys who had been stopping by to visit lately. Teague didn’t know who they were or what they were to Hudson, nor did he care. He’d made a point not to get into Hudson’s business. The fact that Teague didn’t know much sign language helped to keep him in the dark, as well. The guys who did stop by to visit Hudson usually spoke ASL, rather than talking to Hudson, although everyone knew Hudson could hear. Not that it bothered him. He didn’t give a shit if they wanted to cut him out of the conversation. In fact, he preferred it. Because he wanted to remain oblivious, unlike Dare, Cam, and Roan, Teague hadn’t embraced the whole sign language thing.
And he didn’t intend to.
It took him two trips to get the beer up to his apartment. He shoved one of the twelve packs in the refrigerator, left the other on the floor beside it, and grabbed the bottle of whiskey before planting his ass on the couch.
As he cracked open the bottle, he took a deep breath for what felt like the first time that day.
This was where he could find a little solace.
Ever since Roan had decided he needed to move in with his drug-addicted sister, the apartment Roan had been living in had been available. Since Teague had been living with friends—sleeping on couches or sometimes the floor, even in his truck from time to time—ever since he graduated from high school, he’d jumped on the opportunity when Cam had offered the place to him.
He’d never had a place of his own. In fact, he’d never had a bedroom of his own. Not one that he remembered, anyway. When he was placed with foster families, he always shared a room with one of the other kids, which had sucked because the only thing he’d ever wanted in life was to have a place to call his own.
His single mother had taken her own life, setting the dominoes in motion by leaving him with nothing and no one at the age of three. She’d even been so kind as to do so when he would find her—something he
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