of his wrist. His body came to mine with ease. We touched from shin to chest, the embrace more personal than any I'd known with another man, and we still had the towel between us.
I didn't think. I buried my face in his neck. “You smell good.” He tilted his head, and I licked and sucked on his skin.
“It's the soap. They have nice soap here.”
“Uh-uh. It's you. I thought it was your cologne, but now I know it's you.” I kissed him. Why the hell couldn't I let go? And why was I telling him anything at all?
His fingers glided over my back. My skin quivered from the feathery touch. Right when I couldn't stand it any longer, he scraped his fingernails down my back and over my ass.
Without warning, he broke off the kiss. “Luke. I like the way your body moves when I touch you. It's like your skin wants to be closer to me. Like I'm making it feel special.”
“No one's touched me the way you do. You and Richard.”
“Speaking of... ” Matthew backed up, holding my hand until he found the doorknob. He sashayed into the main room. “Shit.”
I followed him out.
Richard was gone.
“I thought he'd stay.”
I snatched up my pants. “Why would you think that?” The words came out more pissed than I intended. And I didn't want to admit it wasn't Matthew who had pissed me off. I'd just had some of the best sex in a long time, and I should have been enjoying the high, not angry over some guy who left the room before I did.
Matthew didn't move. “To at least say good-bye.”
I stared at him, unsure what to do.
He turned away and slipped on his clothes before I had my shirt buttoned.
“Will you be here next weekend?” he asked without looking at me.
“I usually am.” I couldn't bring myself to remind him I'd only agreed to one more night together.
He stepped close, his dark eyes focused on me. “I'll be here... you know, if you are... and if want to— ” He swiped his tongue over my lower lip. He left before I thought of anything to say.
I stared at the door as it closed behind him. I'd never been the last one left standing in a room at the Haven.
Chapter Six
I trudged into my apartment, dropped my laptop bag, and slammed the door shut with both hands. My sweaty palms stuck to the cheap paneled door, and my head fell forward. The flimsy fiberboard rattled, adding another sensation to the throb in my temples.
I'd lost my concentration on the trek home from work for the third time in as many days. Minutes had ticked by, and I hadn't been focused on anyone around me. The half hour walk had turned into an hour-and-a-half debacle.
A week had gone by since I'd last seen Matthew and Richard, and I couldn't stop thinking about them, wanting them. It interfered with everything. My work. My routine. My life. And it had to stop.
I logged on to the computer and fired up the video feeds. When the playback showed no signs of my stalkers, I plopped onto the couch.
A night at the Haven would help. I hadn't been to the club all week. Time to get back on the horse. As soon as my headache eased up.
I spread out on the couch. Richard's low voice and Matthew's giggle rose up around me. Matthew rode Richard's cock for several minutes before I forced myself to stop the vision.
I did not fantasize about what I already had, or sex that didn't include me. I pushed off the couch and headed for the kitchen. Dinner and get to the club early.
Best-laid plans.
Two steps from the couch, I saw it.
“Fuck.” I spun around and stormed out of the apartment. I fished my cell out of my pocket, charged through the stairwell door, and called the first number on the speed dial.
“Simon.”
“Walter, it's Luke. Someone's been in my apartment.”
“When?”
“Today while I was at work.”
“Did you get a good look— ”
“No. They tampered with my cameras. I'm about to head back inside to check it out now.”
“You're sure? Someone was there?”
“They moved the phone on my desk. You got anything I can use to
I didn't think. I buried my face in his neck. “You smell good.” He tilted his head, and I licked and sucked on his skin.
“It's the soap. They have nice soap here.”
“Uh-uh. It's you. I thought it was your cologne, but now I know it's you.” I kissed him. Why the hell couldn't I let go? And why was I telling him anything at all?
His fingers glided over my back. My skin quivered from the feathery touch. Right when I couldn't stand it any longer, he scraped his fingernails down my back and over my ass.
Without warning, he broke off the kiss. “Luke. I like the way your body moves when I touch you. It's like your skin wants to be closer to me. Like I'm making it feel special.”
“No one's touched me the way you do. You and Richard.”
“Speaking of... ” Matthew backed up, holding my hand until he found the doorknob. He sashayed into the main room. “Shit.”
I followed him out.
Richard was gone.
“I thought he'd stay.”
I snatched up my pants. “Why would you think that?” The words came out more pissed than I intended. And I didn't want to admit it wasn't Matthew who had pissed me off. I'd just had some of the best sex in a long time, and I should have been enjoying the high, not angry over some guy who left the room before I did.
Matthew didn't move. “To at least say good-bye.”
I stared at him, unsure what to do.
He turned away and slipped on his clothes before I had my shirt buttoned.
“Will you be here next weekend?” he asked without looking at me.
“I usually am.” I couldn't bring myself to remind him I'd only agreed to one more night together.
He stepped close, his dark eyes focused on me. “I'll be here... you know, if you are... and if want to— ” He swiped his tongue over my lower lip. He left before I thought of anything to say.
I stared at the door as it closed behind him. I'd never been the last one left standing in a room at the Haven.
Chapter Six
I trudged into my apartment, dropped my laptop bag, and slammed the door shut with both hands. My sweaty palms stuck to the cheap paneled door, and my head fell forward. The flimsy fiberboard rattled, adding another sensation to the throb in my temples.
I'd lost my concentration on the trek home from work for the third time in as many days. Minutes had ticked by, and I hadn't been focused on anyone around me. The half hour walk had turned into an hour-and-a-half debacle.
A week had gone by since I'd last seen Matthew and Richard, and I couldn't stop thinking about them, wanting them. It interfered with everything. My work. My routine. My life. And it had to stop.
I logged on to the computer and fired up the video feeds. When the playback showed no signs of my stalkers, I plopped onto the couch.
A night at the Haven would help. I hadn't been to the club all week. Time to get back on the horse. As soon as my headache eased up.
I spread out on the couch. Richard's low voice and Matthew's giggle rose up around me. Matthew rode Richard's cock for several minutes before I forced myself to stop the vision.
I did not fantasize about what I already had, or sex that didn't include me. I pushed off the couch and headed for the kitchen. Dinner and get to the club early.
Best-laid plans.
Two steps from the couch, I saw it.
“Fuck.” I spun around and stormed out of the apartment. I fished my cell out of my pocket, charged through the stairwell door, and called the first number on the speed dial.
“Simon.”
“Walter, it's Luke. Someone's been in my apartment.”
“When?”
“Today while I was at work.”
“Did you get a good look— ”
“No. They tampered with my cameras. I'm about to head back inside to check it out now.”
“You're sure? Someone was there?”
“They moved the phone on my desk. You got anything I can use to
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