Hide Out by Katie Allen Read Free Book Online

out for us.” He waved at the porch.
    “Yes, I almost came over this morning when Joey crashed through,” she admitted.
    “He seemed fine though and you helped him out and then you seemed to be having a private moment, so I didn’t want to interrupt but then here I am interrupting anyway.”
    Pete and Trevor just blinked at her.
    “I hope you don’t think I’m being…inappropriate or anything,” Marsha continued,
    “but we’re really happy you’re here. I mean, not everyone, of course, but most of us just couldn’t be happier. Not just that you’re fixing up this old place but that the two of you felt you could live here comfortably. I think you’ll find Honeysuckle to be a very accepting town. Would you like to come over to a barbeque tomorrow night?” She switched topics with barely a breath between them.
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    Stealing a glance at Trevor, Pete saw he was looking a little panicky. There’d be no conversational help there. “Sure,” Pete agreed, although he winced inwardly. “We’d love that.” He had to restrain a yelp as Trevor pinched his ass—hard. Marsha beamed. “It’ll start at six. You won’t need to bring a thing—there’s always loads of food. I should let you go so you can go wherever you were heading. I’m so glad you’re my new neighbors. Bye now!” With a final wave, she headed back over to her yard.
    “Fuck,” Trevor breathed.
    Pete slapped the other man on the ass sharply with his free hand.
    “Fuck!” This time it was a lot louder. “What was that for?”
    “You pinched me!” Pete accused.
    “You said we’d go to a fucking picnic!”
    “Barbeque,” he corrected. “And keep your voice down.”
    “I don’t give a shit if it’s a fucking Satan-worshipping, fire-dancing, naked hoedown,” Trevor hissed. “When I agreed to this protection deal, nothing was said about getting friendly with the Honeysucklers!”
    “We need to blend in,” Pete told him.
    Trevor gave a short laugh. “Right. The only openly gay couple in this pissant town. We blend right in.”
    “You,” Pete said, holding the cookies away from his body to keep them from being crushed as he wrapped an arm around Trevor’s waist and jerked him in close, “need to suck it up.” His eyes dropped to Trevor’s mouth, so temptingly close. Trevor’s tongue darted out to dampen his lower lip and Pete felt the wet tickle against his own mouth all the way down to his swelling cock.
    “I don’t think anyone’s watching,” Trevor murmured, his eyes fixed on Pete’s parted lips.
    “Good,” Pete murmured before jerking back as he realized what Trevor was saying.
    “I mean, right. What’s the point then?” Taking a deep, shaky breath, he released Trevor and stepped back. “Better get going.”
    He turned and walked toward his truck, mentally swearing at himself. This wasn’t a carefree vacation where he could get to know his boyfriend better. As he climbed into the driver’s seat of the pickup and balanced the plate of cookies on the center console, Pete watched Trevor circle the front of the truck. The scowl was back. Frowning, Pete drummed his fingers against the steering wheel. He might not have the most experience but it seemed to him Trevor was either a natural for undercover work or he was attracted to Pete.
    Trevor climbed into the passenger seat and slammed the door. “Well?” he demanded when Pete just sat there, eyeing the other man. “We going to go or what?”
    Pete opened his mouth to ask, “Are you gay?” but the words froze in his throat. What if Trevor said no? How uncomfortable would that be? Even worse would be if he 31
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    said yes. All those possibilities that would open up if Trevor was gay were better off kept stuffed in the back of the closet.
    “You okay?” Trevor asked, looking closely at him.
    Pete started the truck. “Sure.” He would be. He just had to get these too-tempting daydreams out of his head.
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    By the time they were driving