Chapter 15

The younger man smiled and traced up Brandon’s chest to his nipples. He scraped them with a fingernail, made the small buds hard, and then trailed down to Brandon’s belly button. Ramon tugged on the top button of Brandon’s pants.

“What’s hiding in there, handsome?”

A ferocious banging on the front door interrupted them. Brandon’s gaze snapped to the door, its glass shaking as a tall man wearing glasses pounded on it. The closed sign jostled against it with the vibration. Ramon’s face went slack and still.

“We’re closed!” Brandon called out.

“Come out here, Ramon! Right now!” The man tapped the glass with his finger then pointed at the ground. “Now!”

Brandon looked at Ramon. “Who the hell is that giving you orders?”

“It’s Leslie.” Ramon’s shoulders went stiff and his arms curled over his waist.

“Come out here, pretty one. Come on, babe, we need to talk.” Leslie stepped away from the door, showed his palms. “I just want to talk to you.”