17 Chapter 17

Jax set his hands on Gabe’s shoulders and held him at arms’ length for a few seconds. “Damn, you’re almost too beautiful to be real. I feel like the model for a big ole badly carved ape compared to you.”

Gabe felt himself blush. Compliments didn’t come to guys who worked the street and they weren’t routine for people who ran errands for the likes of Armando Contreras, either. “You’re pretty good to look at, too.”

He swept his gaze up and down Jax’s muscular frame, enjoying the matching mats of rusty hair on his chest and groin, the subtle café au laittint of his skin, marked by a couple of conspicuous scars—and the big, hard cock beckoning him like a flashing neon sign. “You sure don’t need to hide behind the door! Not that you’d fit, unless it was one big ass door.”