“Oh, I think that’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me. You know, the same could be said about you, if you didn’t get all growly the moment someone looks at you,” Gavin noted.
Marcus gave him a smirk. “My growl is part of my sparkling personality.”
“And so is helping out the town with renovations and fundraisers, making sure that your drunk customers get home safely at night, and even secretly paying for the Bradshaw kids to go to college through 'scholarships' that don’t exist.”
Marcus glanced at him sideways. “You heard about all that?”
“Ace told me one night when I was bitching about you.”
Marcus shook his head. “Ace is a liar and full of shit. I have a reputation to keep, so I would never do any of that.”
Secretly, he loved that Gavin found those things so endearing. While it wasn’t a great idea to advertise that a badass biker was secretly doing charity work and helping out his community, he did those things because he cared about those around him. He and Ace struggled while growing up with neglectful parents, so if he could help alleviate some of that stress and worry from others, he was damn well going to.
“Why don’t you go grab us a picnic table, and I’ll grab us some apple fritters to munch on?” Marcus asked.
“Sure thing,” Gavin said, smiling.
Ten minutes later, Marcus was balancing two apple fritters in his hands as he made his way over to where Gavin was waiting for him at a picnic table. Only, Gavin was not alone.
Marcus stopped short, his eyes drawn to the mystery man hovering far too close to Gavin, and the way Gavin’s cheeks flushed as the man whispered something into his ear.
Gavin threw his head back and laughed at whatever it was the man had said, before looking over and catching sight of Marcus.
Marcus’s eyes narrowed, and he began marching toward the two, each stomp heavier than the last.
“Beat it, ass-wipe,” Marcus snarled once he reached the table.
“Umm, excuse me?” the man asked, clearly caught off guard by the sudden hostile invader.
“Leave now, or I’ll rip your spine out of your throat,” Marcus added, dropping the desserts on the table and taking a step toward the mystery man.
The man looked over at Gavin, clearly wondering whether the man threatening his life was for real.
“Umm, you better go,” Gavin said, swallowing hard as he looked up at Marcus.
“No, I’m not leaving you with this crazed psychopath,” the man croaked, clearly trying to regain some level of masculinity, even though his balls had clearly retreated into his throat.
Marcus clenched his fists and took another step toward the terrified man.
The man’s eyes went wide seconds before he turned and walked away quickly.
“What was that pussy saying to you?” Marcus growled, standing over Gavin, rage and jealousy coursing through his veins.
“Nothing. He came by and told me he thought I was cute and wanted to know if he could buy me a drink,” Gavin answered, shrugging his shoulder like it was no big deal.
It really wasn’t a big deal. It was just a casualmisunderstanding by a man who thought Gavin was single, or here by himself.
Argh, whatever.
Marcus wasn’t sure why, but seeing that man flirt with Gavin made him want to commit murder. Take that man behind the shed, bash his face into the wood, over and over, until his nose was in his skull and his body was twitching as his life slipped away.
“What an asshole. I should go and beat his ass,” Marcus snarled, turning and ready to hunt down that perverted little shit.
Gavin grabbed his arm.
“What’s the big deal? So what if someone found me attractive? It’s not like I said yes or took him up on his offer.”
“Still. He should know.”
