The Ultimate Powertools Spicy Romance Bundle - Part 2

~WILD RIDE: CHAPTER ONE~

“You calling it quits already? What the hell am I paying you top dollar for?” Gavyn crossed his arms as he leaned his shoulder against a metal pole in the center of his motorcycle repair and restoration shop, Hot Rides. His words might have sounded harsh, but his crooked smile promised they harbored no true irritation.

“Because I’m the best mechanic in this shop. Even my asshole boss knows that.” Quinn smirked up at his very non-asshole boss. Their relationship had more in common with that of siblings than employer and employee. Hell, Gavyn had practically watched Quinn grow up, from a punk fifteen-year-old into…well, a punk twenty-two-year-old.

Not much had changed on that front, really.

Besides, the guy clearly had a soft spot for Quinn, who hadn’t even gotten fired yet this week. Although he’d been canned a couple times in the past, Gavyn always rehired him within a few hours. It would be awkward if he didn’t, considering Quinn lived in a tiny home on the Hot Rides property that they’d built together after Quinn had graduated high school. That was a perk of being the biological little brother of one of Gavyn’s closest friends.

It wasn’t just that, though. Quinn had worked his ass off, day in and day out, for the past four years to help the shop grow from a start-up to something they were hardly able to manage between them anymore. Not even with occasional help from the Hot Rods gang, mechanics at their sister shop, which focused on building badass cars.

“Kid, you’re the only fulltime mechanic at this shop.” Gavyn winced.

“See?” Quinn tried to laugh it off though he was stressed and careening toward burnout, which would only make the situation worse. Gavyn counted on him. They were going to have to start turning business down if they didn’t figure things out and expand Hot Rides soon. Of course, that only meant more responsibility for him as the shop manager. He had to do something to get his head on straight. Given his family history of alcoholism, downing a few beers wasn’t an option.

“I’m taking a late lunch break to go for a ride since my next appointment cancelled last minute. I need a little fresh air. Cool?”

“You know I’m just busting your balls, kid.” Gavyn squeezed his shoulder. “Hell, if it wasn’t for that inventory count I promised Amber I’d finish today, I’d join you.”

“You sure you don’t want to blow that off?” Quinn grinned, always willing to be a bad influence. “For some dumb reason, she loves you. She’ll forgive you. Especially if you make it up to her later…”

“Don’t be thinking about how I smooth things over with my wife. Unlike your brother and the rest of his gang, I don’t share well with others.” Gavyn snapped a dirty rag in Quinn’s direction, stopping short of actually flicking him with it. Even when roughhousing, none of their friends ever laid an aggressive finger on him. Physical contact—especially the cruel kind—wasn’t something to joke around about. Not after what he’d lived through. “Go ahead. Have enough fun for both of us. Just be back in time for your next appointment.”

“Yeah. Of course.” After all Gavyn, Quinn’s brother—Roman—and the rest of their friends had done for Quinn, he would never let them down. They’d literally saved his life, and he would never forget it.

“Probably be best if you eat some fucking lunch while you’re on break.” Gavyn spread his feet and stood taller then. “You look like you’re getting skinnier. Don’t make me tell Ms. Brown she needs to feed you. Or maybe I should, so she’ll bring a shit-ton of grub over and I can have some, too.”

Gavyn’s mother-in-law, along with Quinn’s brother and the rest of the Hot Rods, had practically raised Quinn after they’d rescued him from his own mother’s house of horrors. Ms. Brown could cook better than a chef in a five-star restaurant and he didn’t even have to dress in stupid fancy clothes to eat at her house.

Quinn ran his hands down his stomach, feeling the lean muscles beneath his skin. Were they more pronounced? Maybe. Lately nothing had appealed to his…appetites.

He reverted to the Quinn he’d used to be, the one who didn’t say much and got hurt so often that he didn’t bother to argue when it wouldn’t do any good. With a shrug, he turned away from Gavyn and grabbed his helmet.

“Keep the rubber side down. Don’t take any unnecessary risks.” Gavyn cleared his throat. “You know, adrenaline is a drug, too.”

Quinn for sure wasn’t touching that one. Gavyn and Quinn’s brother had become fast friends after they’d met in a last-resort rehab facility. They’d struggled with sobriety from drugs and alcohol long enough that they both understood some of his urges. Instead of responding, he put his helmet on, loving how it blocked out the entire world except for what was right in front of him. It would force him to focus on staying between the lines as he flew over the pavement.

That would have to be concession enough to please Gavyn.

Quinn slapped the tinted visor of his helmet down, swung a leg over his motorcycle, and then started it. The engine coming to life between his knees shook the knots from his shoulders. Here he was powerful and in control.

He flexed his fingers, nodded at Gavyn, then took off with a roar that could have come straight from his soul. Freedom. Escape. Whatever you wanted to call it, he lived for it. Needed it.

Besides sex, riding was the best relief he could find from the dark thoughts that still haunted him from time to time. Gavyn was right. Exhilaration was his drug of choice. His opportunities for a hit had been limited recently, since he’d been striking out in bed.

Middletown wasn’t exactly a mecca for eligible, freaky singles. Nightlife was limited to a few honkytonk bars. And he’d already fucked his way through the more-than-willing women…and guys…around. Sure, he’d gone out prowling at those dives, done some dancing, played a few games of pool, and sat in the corner, watching for anyone who caught his eye. Since he didn’t drink—not after he’d experienced firsthand how alcohol had turned his mother into a monster, nearly cost Gavyn his soulmate, and attempted to destroy his own brother—he usually got bored pretty quickly, before he could find anyone interesting to take home.

His reputation didn’t help. It frightened the majority of his potential lovers away. He was far too wild a ride for most of the normal folks who lived in their conservative Midwestern town. Quinn wondered if it was the fact that he was bisexual or into the occasional threesome that made a bigger black mark against him. Either way, he was getting pretty fucking tired of having to explain himself or make excuses for the way he’d been built.

It could be he was getting old, like Tom—Ms. Brown’s husband and the father figure for all the misfits at Hot Rods and now Hot Rides, too—had recently teased him. Since he’d been forced to grow up quick, he sometimes felt like he was twenty-two going on sixty. Today being one of those days.

As much as he loved Hot Rides and the extended family he hadn’t always been lucky enough to have supporting him, he wondered if it might be time to move on and find a place where he could be the man he truly wanted to be, in all aspects of his life. Somewhere urban, where he might be able to discover more unattached people like him.

Problem was, he’d have to understand exactly who he was first.

With a twist of his wrist, Quinn cranked the throttle, hunkering lower as the bike leapt forward. The rear tire fishtailed before he could straighten it out. His heart leapt as he brought his motorcycle under control.

Sorry, Gavyn, he apologized mentally as he did exactly what his friend had told him not to do.

People were right to worry about him.

He raced down a road that got curvier and narrower as he left Middletown behind, if only for a little while. It took miles and miles before he realized his mind had blanked. Gone were the ruminations about how stuck he felt, his responsibilities to Gavyn, what felt like an impending betrayal of his brother and the rest of their friends, his lack of companionship—everything except the vibration in his hands and the heat billowing off the matte black metal beneath him.

A switchback in the road marked the farthest point of his loop. With a sigh, he turned toward home with the restlessness inside him quenched temporarily. He’d already started thinking about what parts to pull for his upcoming service appointment when he spotted a flash of something on the shoulder of the road up ahead.

Another motorcycle. Candy-apple red. Some sort of vintage Indian that had seen much better days. It was in shitty condition, but sexy as fuck nonetheless. Quinn swerved toward it even before he noticed the spectacular jeans-clad ass pointed in his direction as a guy bent over to inspect the broken-down bike. A shirtless, ripped guy with skin the color of rich, oiled walnut. He was sweaty and running his hands over his ultra-close cropped hair as if he was about to lose his shit.

It was exactly the diversion Quinn craved right then.

He licked his lips as he skidded to a stop on the shoulder of the road a little too quickly to say he was complying with Gavyn’s command to be careful. Then again, checking out a stranger and his motorcycle on a deserted country road probably wouldn’t qualify as safe either.

None of that stopped Quinn from doing it anyway.

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