pain from earlier. A mental effort to shove the Egyptian from his mind proved futile. He’s only lingering because it’s the first time you’ve had sex in ages. It could have been with anyone and you’d still be thinking about it.
It had just been sex, that’s all. Fan- fucking -tastic sex –but still just sex.
A different throb began to thump in his crotch and he groaned irritably. Just give it a day or two, and the effects will wear off. You’ll forget about it –forget about him –and everything will go back to normal.
Doubt lingered heavy, though, as he stared at his cell. He scolded himself for being such a fucking coward, afraid to turn it on and find out the truth of the matter. Had he really sent the man a text? If so…what the fuck had he said that would’ve gotten the man “horny”?
Something tells me it wouldn’t take much. Kane closed his eyes and groaned again. The memory of the Egyptian pinning him against the SUV in a crushing, fucking hot kiss reminded him how close to the surface the man’s passion and sexual hunger clearly hovered.
A slow frown knit his brow. If he’d sent a text…had he received one in return? And if not, did that mean the guy hadn’t actually gotten Kane’s? Maybe there was hope yet. Zoe hadn’t mentioned anything about a return text. Or…was that what she had meant about the surprise visit?
“Fuck,” Kane hissed, annoyed with himself. “Grow a pair already.” He pressed the power button and watched the device come to life. That was as far as he got before his fingers stalled. He released a hard breath –then jumped when the phone went off, dropping it onto the table. “Shit.” His hand shook as he picked it up, experiencing a bittersweet mixture of relief and disappointment when he saw that it was Zoe. He took a deep breath and released it slow, then answered the call.
“Just wanted to remind you to eat breakfast,” Zoe said.
“You’ve only been gone twenty minutes,” Kane mumbled. “I’ll eat in a little bit.”
A pause, then – “You sound…anxious,” she spoke low, a sly tone to her voice.
“I have a headache,” he muttered. “In case you forgot.”
He swore he could hear the smirk in her voice. “Who did you think was calling?”
“I’m going to hang up now.”
“Did you check your messages yet?” she asked, clearly delighted.
Kane groaned. “No.”
“You think I’m just teasing you, don’t you?” she laughed lightly. “I’m not. You were a bad, bad boy last night, Uncle Kane.” She snickered. “Or at least you wanted to be.”
“Goodbye.”
“Check your messages. You’ll see-”
“I said goodbye, ” he sighed heavily and ended the call. The phone dropped onto the table and he rubbed his eyes. When he lowered his hand, his vision was hazy and he blinked until the phone came into focus again. He picked it up and after another hesitation, opened his messages.
His pulse quickened when he found the outgoing text he had hoped didn’t exist.
‘I can’t get you out of my head. I want to fuck you so bad right now. How soon can you get here?’
Kane stared at the message, his insides churning and crotch throbbing. Zoe saw this? He moaned and rubbed his eyes again. Shit .
His stomach tightened when he realized there was more. A reply. Two simple words. Call me .
Kane swallowed hard. Had he? His hand trembled as he slowly, hesitantly opened his outgoing calls.
“Fuck,” he groaned in despair and hung his head, raking his fingers through his hair. What the fuck had he said to the man? The pulse in his cock filled him with a new dread.
Had they – fucked over the phone?
♦
“How you doing?” Clint dampened another towel and again washed Axel’s flushed, tear stained face. “Better?”
“Much.” Axel gazed at him, his pulse still fluttery and erratic. His mind felt hazed and his body sensitive from Clint’s recent touch.
Clint brushed damp curls from Axel’s glistening brow then kissed
It had just been sex, that’s all. Fan- fucking -tastic sex –but still just sex.
A different throb began to thump in his crotch and he groaned irritably. Just give it a day or two, and the effects will wear off. You’ll forget about it –forget about him –and everything will go back to normal.
Doubt lingered heavy, though, as he stared at his cell. He scolded himself for being such a fucking coward, afraid to turn it on and find out the truth of the matter. Had he really sent the man a text? If so…what the fuck had he said that would’ve gotten the man “horny”?
Something tells me it wouldn’t take much. Kane closed his eyes and groaned again. The memory of the Egyptian pinning him against the SUV in a crushing, fucking hot kiss reminded him how close to the surface the man’s passion and sexual hunger clearly hovered.
A slow frown knit his brow. If he’d sent a text…had he received one in return? And if not, did that mean the guy hadn’t actually gotten Kane’s? Maybe there was hope yet. Zoe hadn’t mentioned anything about a return text. Or…was that what she had meant about the surprise visit?
“Fuck,” Kane hissed, annoyed with himself. “Grow a pair already.” He pressed the power button and watched the device come to life. That was as far as he got before his fingers stalled. He released a hard breath –then jumped when the phone went off, dropping it onto the table. “Shit.” His hand shook as he picked it up, experiencing a bittersweet mixture of relief and disappointment when he saw that it was Zoe. He took a deep breath and released it slow, then answered the call.
“Just wanted to remind you to eat breakfast,” Zoe said.
“You’ve only been gone twenty minutes,” Kane mumbled. “I’ll eat in a little bit.”
A pause, then – “You sound…anxious,” she spoke low, a sly tone to her voice.
“I have a headache,” he muttered. “In case you forgot.”
He swore he could hear the smirk in her voice. “Who did you think was calling?”
“I’m going to hang up now.”
“Did you check your messages yet?” she asked, clearly delighted.
Kane groaned. “No.”
“You think I’m just teasing you, don’t you?” she laughed lightly. “I’m not. You were a bad, bad boy last night, Uncle Kane.” She snickered. “Or at least you wanted to be.”
“Goodbye.”
“Check your messages. You’ll see-”
“I said goodbye, ” he sighed heavily and ended the call. The phone dropped onto the table and he rubbed his eyes. When he lowered his hand, his vision was hazy and he blinked until the phone came into focus again. He picked it up and after another hesitation, opened his messages.
His pulse quickened when he found the outgoing text he had hoped didn’t exist.
‘I can’t get you out of my head. I want to fuck you so bad right now. How soon can you get here?’
Kane stared at the message, his insides churning and crotch throbbing. Zoe saw this? He moaned and rubbed his eyes again. Shit .
His stomach tightened when he realized there was more. A reply. Two simple words. Call me .
Kane swallowed hard. Had he? His hand trembled as he slowly, hesitantly opened his outgoing calls.
“Fuck,” he groaned in despair and hung his head, raking his fingers through his hair. What the fuck had he said to the man? The pulse in his cock filled him with a new dread.
Had they – fucked over the phone?
♦
“How you doing?” Clint dampened another towel and again washed Axel’s flushed, tear stained face. “Better?”
“Much.” Axel gazed at him, his pulse still fluttery and erratic. His mind felt hazed and his body sensitive from Clint’s recent touch.
Clint brushed damp curls from Axel’s glistening brow then kissed
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