back of the bike and Bryce leaned in pressing a quick kiss to his lips.
“I came to see you. I brought you some food.”
“Potatoes?” Bryce asked.
“Of course.”
They kissed again and then Nick’s eyes landed on him. “Oh, hey. You must be Landon. Bryce and Rod have both told me about you. I’m Nick.”
He held out his hand to shake, but Landon showed him the grease on his. Nick just shrugged. “Are you kidding me? I’m with this guy. A little oil from a bike is nothing new to me.”
Landon chuckled. Yeah, he guessed not. He stood, wiped his hands on his work pants and then shook Nick’s hand. “Nice to meet you.” Only now he was wondering what Rod had said about him to Nick. Knowing Rod, it could be fucking anything. Maybe he really didn’t want to know. No, who was he kidding? He wanted to know. It excited him that he never knew what to expect from Rod, or what would come out of his mouth.
“Nice to meet you too,” Nick told him, just as Bryce grabbed his hand and tugged.
“We’ll let you get back to the bike. I have something I need to show Nick in my office.” Bryce winked at Landon and he let out a loud laugh. Yeah, he bet Bryce had something to show Nick, and he had a feeling Nick would like seeing it.
The two men disappeared down the hallway, and all Landon could think about was his conversation with Rod last week. Maybe Rod had been right. He really needed to get laid. On the one hand, his reasoning for not sleeping with Rod made perfect sense…but on the other? The other he was just fucking torturing himself, dangling something he wanted in front of himself and then denying himself that very thing.
He wasn’t into that tease and denial.
He wanted Rod.
But he enjoyed their growing friendship too.
He couldn’t stop focusing on Rod. The man had taken up residence in his brain and it was starting to drive Landon a little crazy.
About forty-five minutes later, Nick said goodbye as he snuck out of the office. He hadn’t made any fucking progress since he’d disappeared with Bryce, so he forced thoughts of Rod out of his head—thoughts that shouldn’t be there in the first place—and focused on the bike in front of him.
Landon finished out his workday, washed up in the bathroom, and then got on his bike, ready to go home…only he didn’t feel like going home. Shanen was going to be there while she discussed wedding plans with their mom. Sure, he could sequester himself in his bedroom, which happened most of the time, but that’s not what he did.
Twenty minutes later, he pulled up in front of Rods-N-Ends. It was pretty sad that he had nowhere to go other than a sex store to hang out with the guy who owned it. Can I really not find somewhere else to go, or do I want to be here?
Rod was busy with customers when Landon got inside. He wandered around by the front registers feeling like an idiot for being here. What did he expect to do? Hang out with Rod half the night, while the guy flirted and sold dildos to people? This was a stupid fucking idea.
“Look who it is,” Rod said when he made his way to the counter.
Landon nodded at him, letting him finish ringing up the customer. When the guy left, he told Rod, “I just thought I’d come by and say hi.”
Rod had his black eyeliner on again. He had to admit, he’d never been into a guy who wore make-up before. Not that he had a problem with it at all, to each their own. And not that he was into Rod either because the guy was his friend. His friend who made no secret of the fact that he wanted Landon to fuck him, and who Landon was also fiercely attracted to, but his friend all the same. Still, he found himself oddly happy that Rod wore the black eyeliner today.
“Hi.” Rod smiled at him and leaned against the counter. “Miss me or avoiding your house?”
Shit. Rod had gotten good at reading him. “Both?”
“I’m wearing you down, Landon Harrison. Sooner or later you will be mine…at least once. I don’t ask for