I didn’t need this. A thunderstorm was supposed to start soon, and I didn’t want to be trapped on the side of the road during it. Just as I pulled out my phone to call a roadside service, a truck pulled up behind me. I put my hand up to shield my eyes from the headlights.
To my surprise, Tech jumped down out of the truck before making his way over to me. God, this man was so damn sexy, even down to the way he walked. His eyes roamed over my body once again. He licked his lips right as he came to a stop in front of me.
“What seems to be the problem?” he asked in that deep baritone voice that made me shiver.
My mouth was slightly parted, but no words came out. I could only look into his eyes. It's like he had me in a trance. This was not like me. Normally, I had men tripping over themselves. When Tech smirked and lifted a brow, I snapped out of it.
“M-my tire is flat,” I finally said.
Tech looked down at the tire and then back at me. “Do you have a spare?”
I scratched the back of my head. “I think so.”
“You think?”
I placed my hands on my hips. “Don’t judge me. I don’t keep up with those sorts of things. That’s what auto shops are for.”
The corner of his mouth lifted as he chuckled. “Hey, no judgment here, Dimples. Pop your trunk for me.”
I could feel the heat in my cheeks as I blushed. “Dimples?”
Tech propped an arm on the hood of my car, slightly leaning forward. He was hovering over me. “Yeah. Dimples.” After silently staring at each for a moment, he stepped back. “Trunk,” he repeated as he made his way to the back of my car.
I blinked a few times, trying to snap myself out of it. After I got myself together, I opened my driver's door and pressed the button to open the trunk. Tech nodded before making his way to his truck. He came back with several tools and set them on the ground.
“I can have this changed in no time,” he said as he pulled a tire out of my trunk.
“You just randomly have all the tools to fix a flat tire in your truck?” My voice dripped with suspicion.
Tech paused what he was doing to peek up at me. “These are all the things everyone should have in their car. You know, so when these kinds of things happen, we aren’t stranded on the side of the road.”
I snickered at the obvious jab he just threw. “Touché.” I raised my hands in surrender. “So, what made you want to join a motorcycle club?”
Tech stopped what he was doing. He didn’t say anything for a moment. I began to think he wasn’t going to answer me.
“Brotherhood. I’ve been somewhat alone my whole life, so I was drawn to that.”
My eyes bulged at his honesty. I expected him to say something cliché, like “women” or “parties.” Tech giving me a little insight into his past was surprising yet refreshing.
“I get that.”
“You do?” he asked as he continued to work.
“Helllooo. Gay man in America here. Outsiders don’t accept me. Hell, my own family doesn’t accept me. So, yes, I get it.”
Again, Tech froze. He hesitated before he finally spoke. “How do you do it?”
“Do what?” I raised a brow.
“Be so open,” he said as he looked up at me.
“About being gay?” I asked and he nodded. “Easy. I’m the only person who has to walk in my shoes, so I’ll be damned if I live my life miserable just to make others happy.”
Tech nodded before refocusing his attention on my tire. He didn’t say another word, and neither did I. I could tell he was deep in thought, so I let him be. I was now for sure that Tech was struggling with his sexuality. He’d probably been able to avoid the topic since he surrounded himself with straight men and countless women. My presence was probably sparking feelings he’d tried burying. In no way was I trying to fix him, but I couldn’t help but feel like I needed to be there for him.
We lived in a world where people like us didn’t have many people willing to be a listening ear. So, if that’s what Tech needed, I didn’t mind giving him that.
“All done,” he said as he stood.
