Don't Judge (Nothing Special, #4)

by A.E. Via

“He works the same way you make love, Michaels… alone,” Day said, winking at him.

“Likewise, Day.” Judge laughed along with everyone else. “You’re still with the big guy, huh?” Judge pointed at God. Day sighed. “Yeah, well I’m trying to get into heaven. They say God is the way.”

He chanced a look at Michaels and was shocked to see him slouched and confident riding with him. He had a dark pair of aviator shades on, staring out the window with one hand propped on the door. It was almost as if he didn’t know he was hot. And damnit if that wasn’t sexy in itself.

Judge watched Michaels hold his dad’s hand like he was special. Saw him look him in his eyes and wish him well. It was probably safe to say that Michaels wouldn’t see his father alive again. Judge had a feeling Michaels knew it too, the way he quietly spoke his father’s disease into the air. Somehow Michaels had said goodbye to his father without making it sound hurtful or morbid and he appreciated it more than he could voice.

A power top! My detective is a fuckin’ make your toes curl, pound your ass into wreckage power top!

“You fell in love with him, didn’t you?” Day asked quietly, moving closer.

Since I fell in love and was too stupid to notice before I threw it away.

“But I’m here begging you for your forgiveness. Wanting another chance. Even if you say no right now, I’m not going anywhere. I’ll ask tomorrow and the next day and the next, until you tell me you want me, too.” Judge put one large hand on Michaels’ waist and applied just the right amount of pressure to make Michaels fall back into his embrace. “I love you Austin, and I’m not gonna stop begging until you tell me you love me too.”

“Oh, come on, don’t be greedy.” Day laughed. “Fuck breaks all around!” Day yelled. All the guys raised their beers in the air, cheering their agreement. “Curtis put your damn soda down,” Ruxs barked.