Page 15 of Heart Strain

Giving me a saucy grin, he jokes again, “Unfortunately, sometimes in life, you have to pay for your bad decisions. And now that I’ve met that guy, I’m not sure I’ll be able to leave it alone. I’m quite honestly embarrassed for you. He may be okay to look at in a big, burly dude kinda way, and I’ll admit his voice has that growl factor that can make your dick hard in the right scenario, but eww. Jameson, that’s the kind of guy you sneak off to the bathroom for a quick hand job when you’re already obliterated out of your mind, and you pray the whole time you’re in there none of your friends ever find out.”

My dick immediately plumps up before I can stop it while I try pushing away images of sneaking anywhere to get my hands on Holden’s dick. Or even better, him wanting to get one of his perfect, elegant hands on mine. My face flushes as I stammer, “Uh… um…”

Holden’s chuckle is deep with rich undertones. “Did I embarrass you, Jameson?”

Clearing my throat, I finally manage to calm down enough to say, “No. I’m not ashamed.” At the skeptical look on his face and the tweaked eyebrow, I amend it to, “Well, I’m not exactly proud of that one, but I don’t have anyone to tease me but Hendrix, anyway. And trust me, he finds something to give me shit about no matter who I look at.”

A fond, quick smile transforms Holden’s face. “That’s my big brother. He’s such a pain like that, isn’t he?”

When the waiter comes to drop off our food, I consider how nice it is to be here sharing a meal with Holden. It’s good to be with someone who knows Drix as well, if not better, than I do. I think we both needed a chance to get out of the hospital and have normal conversation. From the mischievous glances Holden’s thrown at me since seeing Russ, I know the teasing isn’t over. Even though it’s at my expense, I’m sure it’ll help him not fixate on Drix’s current situation, which we can’t do anything about right now.

As Holden prepares his taco, he says, “Well, since you’re not back to work yet, and we both spend a lot of time at the hospital, maybe we can start going together some. Then we can get to know each other better. We’re the most important people in Drix’s life, after all.”

It’s hard not to appear too eager, but I’d like nothing better, so I smile, nodding as I lift my own taco toward my mouth. I’m mid-chew when Holden takes the first bite of his; his eyes squeeze tight in ecstasy, and then he moans the most erotic sound I’ve ever heard in my life. It’s low and rumbles from his innermost being. If this is what this guy sounds like when he appreciates his food, I can’t even imagine the noises that would issue from him during a mind-blowing orgasm. And just like that, the thought of hanging out with Holden and finally not being lonely while Drix is lost to us, makes me wonder if Holden Weston is going to be the death of me.

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