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Authors: R. J. Scott
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with the stark airless hotel that this was.
Riley took the stairs three at a time, his long legs eating up the curved steps. Jack followed at a more sedate pace, passing arranged fresh-cut flowers placed just so on a middle step. Riley turned left at the top and strode down a long corridor. He opened a door, turned on the lights, and gestured Jack inside. After Jack walked in, Riley leaned back on the closed door, tired-eyes and frowning, and Jack looked around at the room.
It was larger than the entire floor he shared with his sister and mom, separated with carefully placed furniture. It looked like a designer's idea of a den. There was a small library area, a huge flat screen TV, large red sofas, and thick red drapes framing floor to ceiling windows. Jack couldn't see anything outside apart from the faint and distant glow of downtown Dallas. It was unnerving that they would be framed outside from the light in the bedroom if anyone cared to look. It was kind of sparse as a living area, white where it wasn't blood-red, empty of anything welcoming. It probably cost a fortune for some decorator to create.
"I'm guessing this is my home now?" Jack finally said, his drawl more pronounced as the last few days started to catch up with them.
Riley nodded. "Master bedroom, adjoining bathroom," he recited, waving casually at various doors. "Separate extra bathroom, second bedroom, games room, this room, and that's it." He frowned at Jack's thoughtful grunt. "What?"
"Which one is the guest room?"
"That one." Riley indicated a door to the back of the large room, but stopped Jack with a hand on his arm as he started to walk towards it. "We're both in the master," he said simply.
Jack opened his mouth to argue, noticed the stubborn set of Riley's mouth, and sighed inwardly. Well, it was worth a try .
"Show me," he said. Riley obediently opened a door and flicked on the light. Then he leaned on the frame, leaving barely enough space for Jack to get by.
Is the dumbass trying to be irritating, or what? Jack bit back the snide remark that wanted to be said. Maybe Riley was having second thoughts about sharing the room with a gay man? Who was also his husband, even if it was in name only. That was fine by Jack, but he didn't intend to put up with the man being a jerk. He pushed past, maybe a little too close, his thigh brushing against Riley's hard-muscled leg. Jack kept his voice low and growling as he near-whispered the words he knew Riley had to be thinking.
"How are we gonna cope with being in the same bed with no sex for a whole year?"
Chapter 12
"What?" Riley choked. "What the fuck? "
"I'm guessing you have maids 'n shit that would notice if we were sleeping separately?" Jack drawled, gazing around the spacious bedroom. The bed looked big enough to sleep half a dozen linebackers without them getting too friendly.
"Yeah," Riley replied sullenly.
Jack looked from the bed to Riley and back again and did his damnedest to make his smirk as infuriating as possible. "It's a good-sized bed," he pointed out. "No biggie."
"So the whole, 'How are we gonna manage for a year?’, what was that?" Riley demanded, his hands on his hips and his eyes narrowed. He looked very much like a disrespected parent.
Jack snorted, a reluctant laugh breaking through his resolve. There was nothing in the contract between them that said he had to play nice in private, and something told him he could get a lot of mileage out of needling his straight husband. He shrugged off his shirt and drew his T-shirt over his head. There were three doors to choose from, and two of them were probably walk-in closets. "Shower, which way?"
"There." Riley pointed in the general direction of the door off to one side. He looked dumbfounded, but verging on cross, looking everywhere but at Jack's naked chest.
Jack just had to get in one more jibe. "Tell you what though. Y'all just keep to your side of the bed, Het-boy, and I'll see if I can keep myself from being carried
Riley took the stairs three at a time, his long legs eating up the curved steps. Jack followed at a more sedate pace, passing arranged fresh-cut flowers placed just so on a middle step. Riley turned left at the top and strode down a long corridor. He opened a door, turned on the lights, and gestured Jack inside. After Jack walked in, Riley leaned back on the closed door, tired-eyes and frowning, and Jack looked around at the room.
It was larger than the entire floor he shared with his sister and mom, separated with carefully placed furniture. It looked like a designer's idea of a den. There was a small library area, a huge flat screen TV, large red sofas, and thick red drapes framing floor to ceiling windows. Jack couldn't see anything outside apart from the faint and distant glow of downtown Dallas. It was unnerving that they would be framed outside from the light in the bedroom if anyone cared to look. It was kind of sparse as a living area, white where it wasn't blood-red, empty of anything welcoming. It probably cost a fortune for some decorator to create.
"I'm guessing this is my home now?" Jack finally said, his drawl more pronounced as the last few days started to catch up with them.
Riley nodded. "Master bedroom, adjoining bathroom," he recited, waving casually at various doors. "Separate extra bathroom, second bedroom, games room, this room, and that's it." He frowned at Jack's thoughtful grunt. "What?"
"Which one is the guest room?"
"That one." Riley indicated a door to the back of the large room, but stopped Jack with a hand on his arm as he started to walk towards it. "We're both in the master," he said simply.
Jack opened his mouth to argue, noticed the stubborn set of Riley's mouth, and sighed inwardly. Well, it was worth a try .
"Show me," he said. Riley obediently opened a door and flicked on the light. Then he leaned on the frame, leaving barely enough space for Jack to get by.
Is the dumbass trying to be irritating, or what? Jack bit back the snide remark that wanted to be said. Maybe Riley was having second thoughts about sharing the room with a gay man? Who was also his husband, even if it was in name only. That was fine by Jack, but he didn't intend to put up with the man being a jerk. He pushed past, maybe a little too close, his thigh brushing against Riley's hard-muscled leg. Jack kept his voice low and growling as he near-whispered the words he knew Riley had to be thinking.
"How are we gonna cope with being in the same bed with no sex for a whole year?"
Chapter 12
"What?" Riley choked. "What the fuck? "
"I'm guessing you have maids 'n shit that would notice if we were sleeping separately?" Jack drawled, gazing around the spacious bedroom. The bed looked big enough to sleep half a dozen linebackers without them getting too friendly.
"Yeah," Riley replied sullenly.
Jack looked from the bed to Riley and back again and did his damnedest to make his smirk as infuriating as possible. "It's a good-sized bed," he pointed out. "No biggie."
"So the whole, 'How are we gonna manage for a year?’, what was that?" Riley demanded, his hands on his hips and his eyes narrowed. He looked very much like a disrespected parent.
Jack snorted, a reluctant laugh breaking through his resolve. There was nothing in the contract between them that said he had to play nice in private, and something told him he could get a lot of mileage out of needling his straight husband. He shrugged off his shirt and drew his T-shirt over his head. There were three doors to choose from, and two of them were probably walk-in closets. "Shower, which way?"
"There." Riley pointed in the general direction of the door off to one side. He looked dumbfounded, but verging on cross, looking everywhere but at Jack's naked chest.
Jack just had to get in one more jibe. "Tell you what though. Y'all just keep to your side of the bed, Het-boy, and I'll see if I can keep myself from being carried
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