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in the cold.
    Why do I feel like I’m missing something? Why does he act as if it’s his job to take care of me?
    Clearing his expression quickly, Rueben held up the folder. “I noticed there was Chinese in the other room. Are you even hungry?”
    “Yes. I didn’t eat much before getting interrupted,” Lamar told him. “Did you find something that strikes your fancy?”
    “The Chinese smelled really good in there,” he admitted. His stomach actually growled at the memory. Chuckling, he handed the book to Lamar. “Order whatever. I’m not picky.” A memory hit him. “Wait, your buddy Sam was the one who picked it up. I remember him carrying the cartons in. Do they deliver to the motel?”
    Lamar shrugged. “If not, I’ll text Kontra’s partner, Tim. He’s helping Adam paint his shop’s walls, but planning to return about now. He can pick it up.”
    Rueben didn’t know either man, but he was a little surprised to hear the leather-clad biker was gay. Huh. Sometimes, ya just can’t tell. He listened to Lamar order food, giving him a thumbs up after asking if they delivered.
    With his eyelids at half-mast, Rueben swept his gaze over Lamar. He wanted to strip the guy’s carefully buttoned short sleeve blue shirt from his body and discover if the muscles beneath were as lean and defined as he surmised. He’d bury his hands in the man’s carefully styled blond hair as he plundered Lamar’s lush full lips. Finally, he’d shimmy down Lamar’s body and unbutton the carefully pressed blue jeans with his teeth. Is Lamar a boxer or brief kind of guy?
    His shaft filling at his imaginings, Rueben let out a soft sigh through barely parted lips. He knew if Lamar looked, he’d see the tent in his shorts. It wasn’t as if the loose material of his sweats hid anything.
    Lamar disconnected the call and, nostrils flaring as he stared at Rueben’s crotch, placed the phone absently on the nightstand. He licked his lips, his eyes heating as his breathing sped up.
    “We, uh,” he paused and cleared his throat. “We have twenty-five minutes.”
    Rueben could think of all kinds of ways to fill those twenty-five minutes, but then he remembered his resolve to seduce the man slowly. Placing his desires on the back burner, Rueben held out his hand and suggested, “Come up here, Lamar. Tell me where you call home.”
    For several seconds, Lamar looked surprised, then a genuine smile spread over his features. Rueben felt almost giddy at knowing he’d made the right choice.
    Lamar carefully climbed up and settled next to him, near enough for Rueben to smell the man’s natural male scent, but far enough away to avoid the temptation to roll over on top of him and capture him in his arms. It was pure, exquisite torture.
    “My buddies and I don’t really have a home, per se,” Lamar told him. “We like to travel, and during really cold months either head to the southern states or hole up for a few weeks at a rented lodge or hotel.” He shrugged. “We enjoy the freedom of not answering to anyone and going where the road takes us.”
    “Wow, that’s…kinda cool, actually,” Rueben replied. To be able to go where he wanted when he wanted had always held an allure, but his love of hockey had trumped the feeling. Thinking of his source of income, he asked, “If it’s not too personal to ask, what do you do for money?”
    Lamar snickered and gave him a wry smile. “More personal than planning some way to get your dick in my ass?”
    Rueben barked out a laugh, dislodging the icepacks with the force. He also jerked his foot, which lashed pain up his leg. Rolling his eyes, still snickering despite the pain, he settled his head against the board and watched his soon-to-be lover reposition the icepack through half-mast lids.
    “I guess you do have a point,” Rueben said once Lamar had resettled against the headboard. He swept his gaze slowly down the man’s lean body, pausing at the guy’s groin. He didn’t bother fighting