Page 14 of Meet Me In The Dark

Micah:Merry Christmas, asshole. Sorry I’m not there with you. Hope you aren’t masturbating and crying about how lonely you are without us.

Luke:Don’t worry about it, I’m saving it all up for you when you get back. Hope you’re ready for my whip.

Even though Micah had come three times in the past as many hours, he felt his guts tighten at the image.

Luke:How goes Operation Kryptonite Pussy? Got enough evidence of her fucking other dudes to turn Conor off her forever? I’m still not sure that’ll work—he seemed pretty gone over her.

Fuck.Micah pinched his nose between his fingers, beforefreezing, remembering Conor doing the same thing some months back.

What could he say? Luke couldn’t—and wouldn’t—lie unless his and his teammates’ lives were on the line. But that was to enemy actors, never to each other. Could Micah convince Luke to keep his mouth shut? Could he lie to Luke? What the fuck was he going to do?

Luke:Man, you’re freaking me out a little.

Micah responded.

Micah:I’m handling it.

His phone started ringing. He contemplated refusing the call, but that would only spur Luke on, and he wasn’t sure how he could keep Kara from getting suspicious if he was getting called relentlessly on Christmas Day from a contact saved as Sexy Sadist with a Huge Cock (Luke’s doing).

He rolled out of bed, careful not to disturb the sleeping woman beside him. Kara curled deeper into the pillow, and he smiled, but there was no humor behind it.

Nabbing the phone, he went into the hallway and shut the door quietly behind him.

“I’m handling it.”

“Where are you?”

“New Orleans.”

“Where in New Orleans?”

“My hotel.”

“Really? Because I’m looking at the GPS on your phone, and it looks like you’re in the Marigny. I thought the Monteleone was in the Quarter.”

“You hacked my phone’s location?”

He could practically hear Luke shrugging on the phone. “I was worried something had happened to you. Turns out I was right.”

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

“You fucked her, didn’t you?”

Micah’s stomach dropped. Was this when he lied? What would happen to his relationship with Luke when he lied?

He heard Luke inhale sharply. “Damn it, Micah! You were supposed to keep your hands off her. It was your idea, remember?”

“I know. Fuck. I know,” Micah concluded. “There’s something about her, man…”

Luke laughed, incredulous. “You sound just like Conor. I guess I was right, her pussy is kryptonite.”

“Bro, you have no fucking idea.”

“Maybe I should take a turn,” Luke joked.

Micah growled. “Don’t even think about it.”

“Fuck. Micah. You can’t be serious about this girl. She’s Conor’s.”

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