Jordan's Desires [Brac Village 9] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) Lynn Hagen (the beginning after the end read novel .TXT) 📖

Bailey held up the piece of broken headphone. “You need better cleaning skills, buddy.”

His mate stared at Bailey’s hand in confusion. Bailey didn’t understand. It was just a broken piece of headphone. Why would Jordan look that way? He tossed the piece of plastic on the coffee table, forgetting about it until his mate pushed into a sitting position and clamped a hand over Bailey’s mouth.

Jordan’s amber eyes flew back to the broken piece of plastic. “Don’t say anything else,” he mouthed.

Bailey was the one who was confused now. Jordan’s paranoid expression didn’t make any sense to him. He nodded and Jordan removed his hand. He picked up the piece of plastic and dropped it into his glass of juice.

“Why did you do that?”

Jordan stood, swayed slightly, and pointed toward his bedroom. “I have to get dressed.”

He was doing something funny with his face, as if he were trying to tell Bailey something—or he had real bad gas. Bailey wasn’t sure at this point.

Thinking it a better option than kneeling there wondering what was going on, Bailey followed Jordan. He wanted to make sure the guy didn’t fall over as well. Jordan wasn’t too steady on his feet.

His mate used the wall for support as he walked down the hallway. Bailey jumped out ahead of Jordan, stopping the man from entering the room until he could check it out. Jordan gave him a deep scowl, but Bailey ignored it.

Someone had tried to break in. He wasn’t going to allow Jordan to go into the room first and possibly be attacked. Shifter or not, the man didn’t look like he could defend himself against dust bunnies right now.

Bailey nervously opened the door and peeked inside. When he saw that the window was closed and no one was in the bedroom, he moved aside for Jordan.

“Don’t do that again.” Jordan whispered the growl in his ear.

Deciding that it was better to ignore the guy instead of arguing, he rummaged through Jordan’s closet and pulled out a burnt-orange button-down shirt while his mate grabbed a pair of jeans. He hadn’t seen Jordan in anything but jeans and T-shirts. Well, except for when they dined at the Lucky Clover, and Jordan looked like a delicious piece of eye candy when he was cleaned up.

The black panther had even worn his long raven hair in a thong. The actor Jason Momoa—who had been Bailey’s all-time favorite until he met the mechanic—had nothing on Jordan. His mate was even more handsome and rugged looking.

Without argument, Jordan grabbed the shirt and put it on. Bailey bit his bottom lip, his cock hardening as he watched the man dress. He had to remind himself that Jordan wanted to get out of here, not let Bailey undress him and have his wicked way with the man.

It was tempting as hell, though. The way those jeans hung on Jordan’s ass was dreamy. The man had a killer body. He was like Bailey’s own personal mountain that he could climb. He knew he was busted when a sly smile curled up the side of Jordan’s mouth. The man was enjoying the way Bailey was ogling him!

Once Jordan was dressed, Bailey had to fight not to touch his mate. The burnt orange seemed to ignite the amber in Jordan’s eyes, making them ‘pop’ out and be noticed more dramatically.

They walked from the room, Jordan pointing toward the back door. Bailey was still clueless about what was going on but kept pace with his mate. He didn’t say a word until they were in the truck and pulling away from the house.

“Okay, now tell me why you went all secret agent on me.”

Jordan pulled onto the road. He hadn’t even bothered to argue with his mate about driving. Jordan wasn’t the type to hand over the control. He had gone straight to the driver’s door and Bailey hadn’t stopped him.

“That wasn’t a missed piece of trash left under the couch. It was a listening device.” Jordan’s knuckles gripped the steering wheel tighter.

“How do you know?” Jordan was just a mechanic, right? How would he know what a listening device looked like?

“Because I left the city I was living in when the woman I was dating accused me of being the company mole.”

Wait, woman? “You dated a woman?”

Jordan cut his pretty eyes at Bailey. “I tell you I was accused of trying to bring this large corporation down and you focus on the woman?”

“Well, yeah. Are you gay or is it just me?”

Jordan let out a long sigh. “I’m bisexual, Bailey. But that’s not what I’m talking about right now.”

Oh, they were definitely going to talk about it later. Definitely.

“Someone in the company placed listening devices around my apartment. It was all fabricated bullshit. Come to find out it was Mina who was the mole. She was just trying to cast the blame on me so no one would look too hard at her. It almost worked, but she screwed up and was caught downloading sensitive files. I left town anyway. My dad used to own a garage and had taught me everything I needed to know about cars. I had run from who I was, wanting more, a grand life, but once I had it, I found it to be very empty. When Rio told me there was a job opening here, I took it.”

Bailey snickered. “Dude, that’s the most I’ve heard you talk since we met.”

“I’ve never been big on words,” Jordan admitted as a blush stole across his handsome face. “You learn a lot about people when you sit back and quietly observe or let them do all the talking.”

Bailey gripped his seat belt, glancing out the side window. “And what have you learned about me?”

Jordan pulled one hand from the steering wheel and slid it over Bailey’s. “That you have a very big heart and have been hurt. You are afraid to be hurt again, which is understandable. You feel things deeper than most, take things to heart.”

Bailey