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  “Oh, I see how it is. I buy dinner, you buy him drinks. Okay…” He gives me the ok finger symbol in the air. “...slipping in the moves on my man already?”

  “No, don’t be a shitass, I told Reese to wait. God forbid I order you the wrong drink.”

  “What, then I might have to spank that pretty little ass of yours?” Roman kisses his neck, nips at the skin.

  “Okay, it’s on me, what can I get you?” Anything to save my ear drums from rupturing blood all over my new shirt right now from listening to him.

  “Thank you, you might just be a decent guy after all, who knew?”

  So many ways to answer, but no way to make my mouth cooperate, so I just smile. I toss a ten down on the bar and slap the counter. “Get the man a drink please.” Heavy on the arsenic poison please, and a straw to gulp it down with.

  I have to get away from him, but still want to finish the convo with Anthony so I move around the dance floor, just as the lights dim.

  Before I know it, I’m surrounded and just dancing away having a good time, until someone gets up a little too close behind me. I normally don’t let things like this bother me, but with the creepish vibes floating off Roman tonight, I’m rather touchy. Plus, I’m a little annoyed on top of it and the alcohol isn’t helping.

  “I could be good for you,” whispers in my ears and hands grab me by the hip and I’m practically being dry humped from behind.

  The others that were around me, have all matched up with someone, having a total blast dancing together, but this isn’t my idea of fun. For one, don’t touch me unless I tell you that you can or you’re Jace, but damn sure don’t try to get into my head.

  “Who the hell do you think you are?” I flip and turn around. It’s Roman. “Get the fuck away from me.”

  I walk off from him and the only reason I don’t hit him is for Anthony’s sake. The lights come up and then dim back again. Only silver and gold strips chase each other the room, going faster and faster awaiting the drop. Everyone piles on the dance floor, luckily, I make my escape and head to get another drink, then walk to one of the exit doors for some fresh air.

  It’s pitch black and solo here, which is perfectly fine with me. The rear parking lot light is burnt out, and the moon is coming in from the other side. Relaxing to me, I’ve always loved the nighttime.

  The way the light glisten in the skies, I can’t explain it, but it’s always had me drawn or pulled to it since I was a little boy. I can’t help but think that everyone who crosses over becomes one of those stars. You can only see them at night though they are always there watching over.

  The breeze blows across my neck, and I close my eyes enjoying it. I’ve got two sips left on my drink and I press the straw to my lips closed around the straw, enjoying the scent of mint coming from it.

  Suddenly my sense of smell shifts, and it’s back on the musky, jasmine and grapefruit blend from the other night and I know if he knows I’ve figured out his seductive secret, which I incredibly adore.

  A warm hand crosses over my eyes, and I close them automatically for him. His same finger touches my mouth, so as not to speak, then he guides it over each eyelid. I guess his unspoken way of letting me know to keep them closed. Kinky he is, but I like it.

  He takes my long-sleeved shirt and rips it open again, he’s facing me, not having me turned around. I guess he trusts me to be at his command, which I am, but I also want to participate this time too.

  I reach out for him, and he slaps my hand down and away from him. Well fine, I pout. I just don’t know what the biggie is about me knowing it’s him, except it’s showing a side to him I like even more.

  I pout my bottom lip out, and he instinctively press his against me and sucks it so hard into his mouth I’d swear he cut my lip, but apparently not as I taste no blood. Thank goodness.

  While pressed against me, he places one hand at my shoulder and peels my shirt down my arm, then quickly pulls it around to the other side and in about three seconds flat, I’m bare chested in a vacant parking lot, with a hard on so fierce I could explode now.

  Jace kicks my legs apart and palms his way up the inside of my legs.

  I’m on fire for him right now and his smooth moves as he edges closer to my growing cock. I reach to unbutton for him, and I’m slapped in the hand again, but much harder this time to the point of it stinging. So…won’t catch me disobeying twice. I want, hell, I fucking need him too much.

  He frees me and his fingers swipe through the shaved manscape I have. He likes some hair, short, a couple mm’s worth. Me I like it all, but only on him because it gives me something to curl and wind my fingers in, so he keeps his that way for just for me. That’s another of our little secrets. I’ve never told him that, but when we were first together he was clean shaven, and I hated it. There’s nothing more than reaching down between his legs, twirling and entwining my fingers in his curls, and being able to gently tug on them. It makes me moan every time, which in return makes him wiggle and squirm, kissing me harder.

  Damn, I gotta get out of my head and quit focusing on all of that and stay in the moment. Just like a mind reader, my pants are yanked down to my knees.

  Oh shittt!

  “Oh baby, Jace,” I purr for him now.

  His hand wraps in close and tight against my now freely dripping cock and he strokes me from head to base, first slower, then faster and faster. Harder and harder.

  “Oh God….” He pulls away and licks up my side, slowly sniffing in my scent, up into my armpit, then licks around me, trickling back up to my mouth. Instead of a finger at my lips shushing me this time, he chooses to delve his tongue half way down my throat to shut me up, which I have no issues with.

  In a quick swoop, he raises me to his waist, and slowly teases the tip of his cock against my hole. I’m not usually a bottom, ever. I always top, except once, but I sure to want to be that way for him now.

  A hand disappears, and I hear the ripping of a condom wrapper, then his pants unzip. He slips his head just inside and pulls out. I push down on him again, wanting more, but don’t dare speak or say a word, show him with actions-yesss.

  God, he’s filling me, and pushes in again. I love the way my cock feels pressed against his warm chest too, the bristles of hair tickling against my nuts.

  “Ohhh yeah…I mean shuuu. Sorry.” I moan out for him but stop when he digs his hungry tongue inside my mouth.

  I let out a rumble which it seems he devours as my sounds vibrates down his throat.

  Jace pumps into me again, going just past the ring of bands inside of me stretching me to the hilt. I crumble against him, not being able to control anything even if I wanted to.

  As I crush against him, he places his hands under my ass, holding me, raising me up and down on his rod and I’m about to lose it.

  “Ah…ah yes, oh my God,” I roar, and he devours the sounds, pumping me up and down harder on him until I break.

  I tighten all around him and clench so tight I can’t release my grip on him, until I explode all over him and his warm juices slick me from inside out, even with a condom.

  Gasping for breath, he quickly puts me down, running his long fingers through my hair and I bury my head into his shoulder. I could really get use to this scent of his. So damn hott and manly.

  After a few minutes of cuddling, I lean my back against the wall, grinning, with eyes still closed, noticing his smell fading. I love this mysterious side to him, something about the cockiness and boldness he portrays. The entire take control bad boy attitude he rocks like a fucking pro, leaving me wanting more, well…it turns me on like nothing I’ve ever known.

  The back door opens and Roman walks out letting light cover my half naked body.

  “Shit, Roman.” I quickly yank my pants up and fasten them, then jerk my shirt trying to close it together.

  I give him a dirty look then look for Jace, who is now long gone…like I knew he would be. Again. I thought for sure he’d stay and say something, but no,
he must not have heard any of this or he would have.

  Roman’s lip starts that twitchy thing it does. Asshole!

  “Mmmm…smells like sex.”

  “I can’t stand you.” I glare at him.

  “I know, that’s why I’ll have you one day, vent that anger out properly. I can hack it, I like it rough and angsty.” There’s that shit eating grin of his. He sniffs the air again, apparently catching the remains of Jace’s smell too. “He does smell delicious. Maybe he’d like me too, you into sharing? Swapping? Or should I just take him from you?”

  That’s it, I go for him ready to scratch the idea out of those shifty eyes, when Anthony appears.

  “What the hell is going on? Why are you out here, Reese? And you, Roman? What the fuck is up?” He barges past Roman and stands between the two of us.

  “Get him away from me, Anthony, I mean it or he’s going to get his ass kicked.”

  Anthony looks at me totally lost, which I can’t blame him, he has no idea about earlier or what’s going on now.

  “Baby, the line was too long for the head, so I came out back to take a leak. Happened to walk in on Reese apparently relishing in his aftermath of getting his jollies off. How was I to know, it was purely innocent, but your friend obviously can’t stand me.” Roman covers his ass, leaving mine out to hang.

  “Are you cheating on Jace?” Anthony asks, confusion is written all over his expressions and in his body language

  “What? How dare you ask me that? Of course, I’m not.”

  “Then where is he?”

  “I told him to get back and finish up his last bit of work if you must fucking know. Never question my loyalty to him ever again. I’m not a cheat or a liar. And he owns my heart, but you already know this.” I blast Anthony a new one too. Screw both of them.

  “Sorry to interrupt this little spat, but I didn’t see anything to be honest, got here too late,” Roman answers. “Ashamed though, by the panting your friend here was doing during his recuperation period, sounds like it was real hot and heavy before I opened the door. Damn, miss those live shows like that.”

  Anthony backhands him in the gut. Good for him.

  “I’m going home. You should watch your back with this one, Anthony.”

  “I know what I’m doing.”

  Touché.

  Roman walks around both of us, and across the back lot to the grass and just whips it out like some country bumpkin redneck.

  “I hope so. I’m tired, probably overthinking this way too much anyway. I apologize Anthony. You’ve been a good friend for a while now, I had no right.”

  “Go and be safe. It’s no biggie at all, I promise. Roman has no middle ground, you either like or hate him, I get it.”

  I walk up to him and give him a hug.

  “See you tomorrow, same balcony, same balcony time?”

  I start cracking up and leave. I haul ass home.

  I’ve been wanting to open my bike up since I bought her, just never had the balls to do it. Tonight, I’m so freaking annoyed, it’s happening, and I just so happen to know the back road to do it on. Up until this point, I’ve been cautious. That changes right now.

  Two hundred and twenty-six horsepower in a four hundred twenty-three-pound bike, come on. I should be able to crank her and hit treetops soaring across the sky and be home in seconds.

  Chapter 10

  Wooo hooo! Hell YES!

  Adrenaline rushes, not tingles, teases or anything else minor, it pumps hard through my veins, my heart and inside my temple. Holy fuck that was fast. Good girl, I knew my baby wouldn’t let me down, and it’s the perfect mood changer, which is something I need desperately after tonight’s run-ins with Roman. I whip into my parking lot and open the small garage door and slide my bike in, squealing tires and spinning her around to head out tomorrow. As soon as I get upstairs, I’m calling Jace.

  As I enter my condo, I walk in, lock the door and go grab the pitcher of water and down half a gallon. I’m still starving, so make a quick hot pocket and go into the bedroom, locking the back door and kill all the lights as I do. I plop down on the bed to eat, and down more water letting the mixture of feelings all soak in, some fade out and others remain lingering.

  What a perfect night with the small exception of Roman, but I’ll be damned if I let him cloud the rest of the evening’s events. Jace, and my bike ride, good day studying.

  A cool breeze blows through my window, feeling so comfortable. It relaxes me, and I yawn. Think I’ll sleep with the windows open in here. Planning my schedule for tomorrow, first on the list when I wake up is a shower for myself. Then a little more studying, though I can’t possibly think what else I can learn to prep for my final on Monday, then take my bike for another ride and wash her. Oh and a must do is make it a point to go see Jace, bring him lunch or something to show him how grateful I am for him.

  Plus, I have a big decision to make. It’s been running through my head for some time now, and I think we’re at the next level in our relationship. I’ve been waiting to see if he’d make the first move on it or not, so maybe this has been his mysterious way to show it, but I’m going to use the words… I think and ask him… I think.

  I place the empty water jug down and just as I lean back a snore comes from his side of the bed almost giving me a heart attack.

  “Son of a bitch.” I click the lamp on.

  There lies Jace, completely naked smelling like his gorgeous chestnut aroma again and he quickly jumps up, wiping the sleep from his eyes, he really was asleep, but that’s impossible. There is no way he could have gotten here, taken a shower, crawled in bed, and fallen asleep before I got here. Not possible.

  “What? What is it?” He stretches his arm out for my back, caressing me.

  “You scared the crap out of me, that’s what? How did you get here so fast?”

  “So fast? I’ve been here for at least an hour and a half. I finished up at work, got your voicemail message about Roman and came straight here to calm you down, only you weren’t home yet.”

  I… I don’t know what to say honestly, other than the fact to just be grateful he’s here right now. I bounce over to him and give him a hug.

  “How was work? I thought you needed to go home tonight and talk to Geoff and get ready for a busy day tomorrow?”

  “I happen to have the day off tomorrow.”

  “What, how did that happen?”

  “I sort of handled four branches today alone and yes, I might have fibbed to you about that, but I wanted to surprise you. I got the big job and am off work now until after finals are over and done, then an extra week just to recoup, before hitting it hard.”

  “Yay, I knew you could do this, I knew it! I’m so proud of you, baby, and so excited for you.”

  “Then what’s weighing on your mind so heavy, I can see something is.”

  “Well, there is something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about it. I was thinking that maybe, or possibly, we step this little relationship of ours up a bit. What would you think of staying here more often?”

  “What, like moving in?” he asks.

  “Yeah, something like that.” I squinch my eye, afraid he’ll say no.

  He takes my hands in his. “I’m thinking it’s about damn time you asked me. We’re about to run over each other at my place, and I want to spend more time around you.”

  “Perfect. Perfect.” I jump up and spin around in a circle. “Get up! Now.”

  He laughs, “What?”

  I shove his clothes and shoes in his hands. “Go pack, right now.”

  “Now? I think this can wait until tomorrow, don’t you?”

  I stand perfectly still. “Well, I suppose so.” I slowly stalk up to him. “We can wait, even until after finals if it’s better, no rush, we have forever right?”

  “Yep.”

  “I more than like you.” I swoop in and give him a kiss.

  “I more than like you too, very much.” He kisses me back and we both jump in the
bed.

  I sometimes think I’m missing something from him, maybe little hints here and there about something, besides the obvious seductive secret game we both seem to enjoy immensely and keep so secret we don’t even discuss it. It’s like those hints or clues are there on the tip of my tongue, but I can’t quite access them yet. Here I go overthinking again.

  We’re both exhausted, and he’s back to snoring again, and I’m not far behind.

  Just as I drift off, he starts mumbling in his sleep, “You remember certain things about me for a reason, but no one else can know, not even you yet… One day soon, you’re going to need to remember all of those things.

  “I have so much more to tell you…”

  About the Author

  Piper Kay is a homegrown country girl straight from the outskirts of Houston, Texas, USA. She is currently employed with Encompass Ink, Hot Ink Press and CHBB Publishing. (Crushing Hearts & Black Butterfly Publishing) Whether YA, Erotic Romance, Western, or Drama, she always remains solely dedicated to stories in the M/M and gay romance genres. Piper is a #1 International Best Selling author of LGBT Erotica, and an International Bestselling author of LGBT Erotic romance, gay romance, LGBT drama, gay western and LGBT Childrens YA. Piper brings her passion of storytelling straight to the pages, almost always serving it with a super-sized sprinkle of sexy, a slice of sarcasm and a carafe of crazy.

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