“My apartment’s in the building on the far left,” Angus told him.
Ben drove through the parking lot and pulled up to the sidewalk to let Angus out.
Angus reached for the door handle, but Ben’s voice cut through the air.
“Think about coming tomorrow. I’d love to see you again…in class, I mean.” He cleared his throat.
Angus turned to look at the big man next to him. Was it possible he was interested in Angus? In more thanjust being his teacher? Surely not. They were from completely different worlds. But even in the dark, he could see the heat in Ben’s eyes. Angus leaned back and stared at him.
“Why not just give it a try?” Ben asked. “It’s only a class. You don’t have to take the test and earn your license.”
Angus forced himself to look away, even though he loved the way Ben was staring at him. He couldn’t take the rest of the class. He just couldn’t. He shook his head. “Thanks for the ride. Let me know whenthe car is ready and I’ll get someone to run me over to pick it up. Oh, and don’t forget to let me know how much I owe you.”
He turned to climb out and froze at the hand on his shoulder. Heat radiated from the touch until he felt warm all over. Angus slumped a little, seeking more contact, and fought the urge to lean his head back and rub against that strong hand.
“Please come, Angus,” Ben said softly, his fingers kneading Angus’s shoulder. “I’m not sure what’s going on, but I think it might be good for you. It seems like you might be fighting some old demons.”
Angus flinched and Ben’s hand fell from his shoulder. “Thanks for the ride.”
He climbed out and closed the door. He didn’t look back as he made his way to his apartment. He didn’t feel Ben’s gaze on him as he walked away.
He certainly didn’t hope Ben was attracted to him. Nope. Not at all.
And later that night, when he finally went to bed, he did not get out his dildo and fuck himself until hewas crying out Ben’s name.
3
Ben paced his office. Once again, he’d gotten practically nothing done all day. He couldn’t quit thinking about Angus. Hell, he’d jacked off twice last night just remembering the way Angus’s eyes had looked when they stared at each other.
He’d been right about the spark plugs and had easily changed them out earlier that morning. He’d also called Angus to let the man know but had to leave a voicemail message. Ben spent the rest of the day looking out the front windows so he wouldn’t miss Angus when the guy showed up. Now class was close to starting and the man still hadn’t picked up his car.
He’d blown it last night, he just knew it. Ben ran his hands through his hair as he strode out of the office and into the front of the shop. Usually he had no reservations about letting a guy know he was interested, but he’d felt off his game with Angus. It was those damn eyes. And that red hair that he wanted to bury his fingers in and hold tight. There was somewhere else he wanted to bury something, too.
Ben groaned. He needed to get it together. The guy wasn’t interested, and he wasn’t Ben’s type anyway. Yeah, he’d been reminding himself that all day and it hadn’t worked once.
He smiled when he saw his sister talking with Shirley at the front counter. Amelia looked surprised to be chatting with an eighty-something-year-old about helmets and leather biker jackets.
The door opened and the two younger guys from last night, Seth and Randy, entered.
“Hey,” Seth said, offering his hand.
Ben shook it. “You guys ready for some hands-on learning tonight?”
“Seth sure is, especially if that sexy girl with the tats is going to help.”
Ben squeezed Seth’s hand hard and narrowed his eyes. “Actually, yes, my niece will be here tonight.”He bit back a smile as the color drained from Seth’s face.
“Sorry,” Seth mumbled as he elbowed Randy. “We didn’t mean…I mean, we…” He blew out his breath. “Shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be disrespectful,” he said, this time looking Ben in the eyes.
Better. “Thanks. Head on back. I’ll be there soon.”
Movement outside the window caught his eye and he turned to find Angus walking through the door. But damn! Gone were the baggy shirt and loose jeans, replaced by a tight gray T-shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans. His mop of curls had clearly been tamed by some sort of product, although apparently nothing could keep it all down. But his eyes hadn’t changed. They were still the most beautiful pair ofeyes Ben had ever seen. He felt dazzled. Even more off his game than the previous night. He cleared his throat as they stared at each other.