SWAT Ed – Fox & Bull (Nothing Special #8) Read Online A.E. Via

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Crime, Dark, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Nothing Special Series by A.E. Via
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Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 97462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
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“Oh wait.” Fox snapped his fingers, getting their attention. “This is the best part.”

They all watched as Fletcher left the bank, looking as if he was having a heart attack. He leaned against the marble wall of the building with some papers clutched in his fists, breaking down.

“How much did that leave him with?” Rid laughed.

“One dollar,” Fox said drily. “I told Free to send the balance to the Atlanta Boys and Girls Club. Fletcher’s wife and kid left him six years ago, and he hasn’t paid a dime of his court-ordered spousal or child support. He doesn’t work anywhere. But he has—correction, had—over a hundred and seventy thousand dollars in a downtown bank in Miami under one of his six aliases. Which Free said is all con money. His tax filings are bullshit, so I’m dispensing a little justice in the form of karma.”

Fletcher slid down the wall, his ass hitting the concrete, tucking his face in his hands. His shoulders began shaking violently.

“Aww. I think he’s crying.” Fox smirked. “Poor thing.”

Fox touched his watch, then started speaking through his new earpiece Free had replaced. “Free, send him a text for me. Tell him karma’s a bitch.”

All eyes were riveted to Fox’s screen, and the moment Fletcher pulled out his phone and read the text, they all exploded into laughter as he took off running down the street as if he was being chased by a ghost.

Fox clutched his stomach he was laughing so hard, “Why’s he running? Why the hell didn’t he just get in his damn car?”

Bull sputtered. “I don’t think he can afford the gas.”

“Oh man. I fuckin’ owe you big for this.” Dale actually shook Fox’s hand and told him thank you. “I don’t know what to say, Fox.”

“Just promise me you’ll show me how to do that run-and-sliding trick with Diablo, like you did with Brandy.” Fox rubbed his hands together. “Hart and Free are coming up this weekend and I think they’re bringing God and Day. They wanna apologize to Amelia and have a do-over.”

“You got it.” Dale gripped Fox in a headlock like an annoying brother would and began to drag him out of the office. “Rid and I are going riding tonight. You and Bull coming?”

“Nope.” Bull caught up to Fox and pulled him out of Dale’s grasp. “We’re going riding by ourselves tonight.”

Rid and Dale continued down the hall towards the dining room since Amelia was calling for supper.

“Oh, you’re finally gonna let me back on Diablo?”

“Yeah, I think your ribs are fully healed now.” Bull pushed Fox up against the wall, dipping low so he could squeeze his ass.

“Where are we going?” Fox licked his soft lips, then pressed them to Bull’s neck.

“I got a nice place we can go.” The weather had warmed up, and Bull couldn’t wait to make love to Fox in a field, under the stars. He couldn’t wait to do a lot of things with him. “So be sure to skip dessert when Amelia offers.”

“But what if I want something sweet?” Fox grinned slyly.

Bull stroked his thumb over Fox’s bottom lip, his breath hitching when Fox flicked his pink tongue out and licked the pad. “To think I was so cautious of this slick mouth and that wicked grin of yours.”

Fox nipped his finger, and Bull couldn’t hold back—he rarely could. He grabbed Fox around his waist, his other hand over his throat as he held his head back, keeping his mouth open for him. Bull delved inside as Fox inched his leg up his hip, arching off the wall.

“If I wasn’t so fuckin’ hungry, I’d skip supper too.” Bull groaned, pushing his rising cock against Fox’s abs.

“My damn garlic bread is getting cold.” Walker banged his cane on the side of the wall before he peeked his little head around the corner.

“Why are you acting like a Peeping Tom?” Bull kissed Fox’s jaw before he let go of his thigh.

“I’m just being careful is all. I never know what I’m gonna see with you boys,” his dad scoffed at him. “Bull, let the man go so he can get something to eat. You put the damn stallions to shame, boy.”

“Oh god, geez, hell.” Fox hurried around his dad, covering his ears. “For shit’s sake. I said you are not allowed to mention Bull and stallion in the same sentence ever again. After witnessing that insemination last week, I’m traumatized, goddamnit. I told you that already, Pop.”

Bull felt as if he was floating, especially at the overly excited, proud look on his father’s face.

“Did you hear that, son?” His dad pounded him on his back. “You heard what he called me, didn’t ya. Hot damn.”

“Yeah.” Bull put his arm over his dad’s shoulder. His old man had been right about Fox all along. All Bull had to do was trust and believe. Believe that he deserved happiness. “I heard him, Pop. I heard him.”



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