Cole McGinnis 05 - Down and Dirty Read Online Free PDF

up so they could get the hell out of there before someone caught them.
    A whirring click-snap song cheerfully went on above him, Jae’s camera furiously working to capture the theater before the golden light streaming through the dirt-splattered panes faded. He was about to check his phone to see if any of his prospective artists had gotten around to answering him back when Jae called out to him.
    “Do you want to come over tonight? Cole wants to do a barbeque thing. He’s asked Bobby, and he was going to call you, but since you’re here with me—”
    “Stupidly here with you, you mean.”
    “Do you want to be fed or not?” Jae’s camera kept up its merry little mariachi tune. “Just a small thing. He got a new grill and wants to burn steaks on it or something. He said five, but you know him, he won’t start cooking anything until six.”
    “Bobby, huh?” Ichi tried ignoring the tingling want in his crotch at the mention of the man’s name. “It’s like they’re Siamese twins or something.”
    “Sometimes. Usually when they can get into the most trouble.”
    There was something about the older man that gutted him. He wasn’t sure what. He’d never been drawn to the world-weary, sarcastic athlete before, but the grittiness of the man’s rugged features and rough voice grabbed Ichi’s balls and squeezed until he admitted he’d thought hard about Bobby taking him over the back of a couch or even on the inking table he’d brought out for Ichi the day Jae’d been shot. Ichi was fond of the man’s breadth, his shoulders and legs tight with muscle, and Bobby’s calloused fingers were long, thick enough to promise a good working of Ichi’s hole.
    It was probably wanting what was bad for him, he’d thought the last time he’d checked out Bobby’s ass when the man walked by him in old 501s and a tight black shirt. He’d never been one for happily ever after—not like Jae and Cole seemed to have built up—but Ichi was damned and determined to at least be friends with whomever he shared his bed with.
    No, Bobby Dawson looked like a good fuck—hell, even a great one, judging by the heft Ichi’d seen one day when the man came by in sweatpants—but he wasn’t a friend. Not by a long shot. And fucking Bobby—or being fucked by him—was bad news all around.
    He knew that even before Cole warned him off, and if his brother said his best friend was no good, then Ichi probably should pay attention and stay as far away from Bobby Dawson as he could.
    Probably.
    “Anyone else or just the four of us?” Ichi called out. A crowd would be good to give him a buffer against Bobby’s proximity. Hell, he wasn’t sure if inviting all of Koreatown would be enough of a crowd to drown Bobby out of Ichi’s awareness. “Kinda small, no?”
    “Maybe? I never know. Cole always ends up inviting a hundred when I think two are coming over.” The whirring stopped, and Jae’s voice dropped to a hushed panic. “Was that the front door?”
    The creak was loud, as was the pair of male voices breaking through the dust-mote-heavy air. A crackle of a walkie-talkie battled with a querulous, authoritative demand to know who was in the theater. Another voice answered, distant and echoing from a speaker, informing those on site the police had been called and to avoid engaging if suspects appeared to be armed.
    “Fuck that, Ralph.” The speaker’s thick Latino accent carried a hot anger through his voice. “I say we go in and show these kids they can’t break in here no more. This place deserves some fucking respect.”
    “Sam, dispatch said to wait for the cops. I think we should—”
    Whatever Ralph’s objections were, Sam clearly had no intention of listening to them, because a second later the curtains partially blocking the view to the entrance came tumbling down, and a plumped-up harbinger of doom in a button-strained security officer uniform walked in, then stood stock still, his gaze sweeping over the space. With