Twin Ties 1: My Brother's Lover Read Online Free PDF Page B

looking for something worth investing his emotions in. There was a lot of competition for his attention. He would feel Luka pulling him somewhere else, and, because in so many ways, Luka—who had endured so much already in his life—was the owner of Alek’s heart, Alek would gladly go without a second thought. But that teenager—
he
was different. There was something there, Alek could feel it, the same kind of way he could feel Luka. Part of him was terrified of that feeling, and of the fact he was sitting in his truck, worrying about a nameless kid who owed him nothing. It was like the barb had already snagged inside him, hooking another one of those tethers to the core of his being. If he started to care about this guy, it was just more to scrutinize, to obsess over and open himself up to. Luka had always chided him on living too much in his head, on assuming responsibility he didn’t need to carry. But sometimes, if you didn’t bother to care, no one else would either.
    Alek was out of the car before he realized it, smoothing down his hair which came almost to his chin, tucking it behind his ears and walking up to the garage. “You’re just returning the shirt. Get your shit together. And stop talking to yourself like a crazy person.”
    Seeing a flash of vibrantly blue eyes, and the mouth-watering sight of full lips formed in a natural pout, Alek almost tripped over his own feet for a second before he did get his shit together and headed over to the young guy in the far corner of the garage.
    “Can I help you?” A startled look was the only thing betraying the teenager’s vibe of cool disinterest. When Alek got a little bit closer, only a foot or two away, the kid’s voice got much quieter as he growled in that gravelly, fucked-out, sexy tone which Alek got to first enjoy the night before, “What’re you doing here?”
    “Just returning your shirt,” Alek explained, unable to stop staring. He stood towering over the younger man and felt a rush of blood surge to his dick because...
Jesus
. It wasn’t just that he was hot; it was the air about him of seeming wholly untouched and unspoiled. The lure of possibly getting to seduce again someone who hadn’t already seen and done it all was too powerful to resist.
    Someone called from the front office, “Evan, you okay over there, buddy?”
    The kid—Evan—replied, raising his voice, “Yeah! I got this one!”
    Alek handed over the shirt. Evan took it, blushing. The sight of that blush made Alek’s mouth water, wanting to lick every inch of the rapidly heating skin. He shoved a hand into his front pocket to help conceal his growing hard-on. When Evan’s eyes went right there at the gesture, and fixed on Alek’s crotch for a beat, Alek’s lips twisted up in a small, victorious smile.
    “That’s your name, huh?
Evan
. I like it.”
    Evan frowned, nervously scratching the nape of his neck. “Look, I can’t do this here. You have to leave.”
    Alek searched for an excuse to pull sweet, pretty, fuckable Evan aside. “My truck’s been acting up, won’t start on the first try. Maybe you could look at it for me? I’d really appreciate it,
Evan.
”
    “Fuck,” Evan groaned under his breath. There were a couple of men watching them curiously from the office. “Yeah, c’mon.”
    He led the way, hot-footing it out of the garage with Alek on his heels. Alek jogged to catch up and pointed to his black truck.
    “’Kay. Um. Open her up,” Evan muttered, tucking the shirt in his back pocket like he’d done the previous night.
    Alek repressed a smile, reached into the truck and popped the hood. There was nothing wrong with the truck, and he suspected Evan knew it.
    Evan planted his hands on the frame and leaned over the engine. “Start ’er up for me.”
    “Why?” Alek asked with a glimmer in his eye.
    Evan flushed a darker pink under countless faded freckles—each one of which Alek wanted to trace with the tip of his tongue—and hissed, “Because