Read Online Found at the Library by Christi Snow - Free Book Online Page B

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    Tommy’s shoulders tightened, and Mac shook his head. Tommy wouldn’t hear him now. Maybe later, but not now.
    “Merry Christmas, Tommy.” He took off down the steps of the loft and out the front door.
    This was better, anyway, regardless of the lump in his throat or his leaden feet.
    He’d been neglecting his own responsibilities the last few days to take care of someone who didn’t want him to make the effort. He needed to reprioritize again. He had a book to finish, and one to start so he could get it done within the next three weeks.
    ***
    After the front door clicked closed, Tommy stood there, trying to figure out what had happened. How had things gone so badly so quickly? He glanced down at his counter, the key, the bag full of money, and the omelet quickly getting cold. What if he had made a horrible mistake here? There was no sign that Mac had been trying to hurt him in any way. And honestly, if Mac wanted to take advantage, he’d had more than ample opportunity over the last few days. But instead, what had he done? Worked in Tommy’s store and taken care of him.
    “Fuck.” Tommy moaned and lay his head on the counter. But then he got a whiff of the omelet, sitting there, congealing. No reason to let it go to waste, and he was hungry.
    Tommy took a bite. Flavors burst in his mouth. Not only could Mac write but he could cook, too. Tommy ate in a dazed stupor, leaning on one hand until the fork clattered where he dropped it because he’d fallen asleep while sitting at his breakfast bar. Glancing at the clock, he calculated time. If he went back to bed now, he could get almost two more hours of sleep before he had to open the store. His brain felt numb, and he was literally dead on his feet. He needed at least that much sleep if he wanted to be able to function at all.
    He stumbled to his bed, noting that Ampersand joined him as he slipped back into sleep.
    Two hours went by entirely too quickly. When Tommy woke up, he ached with the wisps of dreams he’d had about Mac. Dreams that should scare him to death.  Erotic dreams centered on domesticity and Mac in every part of his life. Fantasies involving Mac living with him, cooking for him, and greeting him at the door in an apron and nothing else to cover that fine ass. His eyes sparkling off the candlelight from the table setting he’d created just for Tommy. What the fuck?
    But as Tommy brushed his hand over his throbbing dick, he could admit one thing. He wanted Mac...desperately.
    Tommy thought about Mac’s teasing, bright blue eyes, and the way his dimples would appear as he smiled. Those fine lips would be so sexy wrapped around his cock with the perfect amount of suction and pressure.
    Tommy’s hand dipped under the covers and circled the mushroomed head of his penis, swirling the pre-cum over the surface and then he ran his fist up and down, closing his eyes and imagining. Mac’s hair would be soft on top where it was brown, but the grey at his temples would be slightly coarser as Tommy ran his fingers through it, setting the rhythm.
    Slow, then faster.
    He pumped his hand, mimicking Mac sucking. Way too quickly, his balls tightened and lightning arced from the base of his spine as his orgasm barreled through him. So fucking good. He thrust into his grip until his own touch became too much. After the stress of the last week, he needed that release.
    He loosened his fist and panted as he opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, considering the scene in his kitchen with Mac a couple of hours before. That bag held so much money. How many hours had Mac worked in the store to earn it? After the store opened, he needed to send Mac a message of apology and see if he could take him out to dinner.
    He couldn’t believe Mac’s intentions had been bad, and the idea of never seeing him again physically hurt.
    But first, he needed to get up, get cleaned up, and make a phone call to check on Ryder.
    They’d told him they wouldn’t allow visitors