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Declan took him up to his apartment and they settled on the couch next to his home gym and bed.
“I was sorry to hear about your friend,” Luke said.
“Thanks.”
They stared at each other.
Luke’s breathing seemed to be the only sound in the room. An alarm bell went off inside Declan’s head.There’s something about this guy. He’s different.If I start something with this one, it’s going to be more than a one-night stand at The Greek.
“I needed to see you. I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind,” Luke said as he reached up and caressed Declan’s chest.
His other hand touched Declan’s cheek and stroked the bristly stubble with the back of his index finger, then moved to his soft lips.
Declan parted his lips. Luke smiled and leaned his body into Declan’s. His mouth replaced his finger as they started to kiss.
Declan reached behind Luke and grabbed his T-shirt, pulling it up and over his head. Luke unbuttoned Declan’s shirt and revealed the bruising on his body. “Oh my God. What happened to you?”
“Some people just don’t like me.”
“Idiots,” Luke said, before sliding down Declan’s torso and gently kissing the purple-blue skin.
Luke continued down his body, pausing at Declan’s navel, which he teased with his tongue, then farther down, along the narrow trail of hair, before Declan said, “Come with me,” and took him to the bed.
Declan stripped off Luke’s pants, then, starting at his neck, moved downward, forming a scent map of Luke’s muscular body, one he would store away in his mind.
Each part had a different smell—the tang of his armpits differed from that of his pubic hair, which was unlike that of the musky trail that led from his balls to his ass. Every part of him had a unique scent. Even his belly button and, of course, his feet. The smell of a man never failed to arouse him, even more so than the taste of him.
He sucked on Luke’s toes, then worked his way back up his body, stopping at his aroused cock which he circled with his tongue until it was rock hard and covered in spit. Declan straddled his body, then rolleduntil Luke was on top of him. Luke placed his shoulders underneath Declan’s raised knees and pushed his legs back until his cock was brushing against Declan’s balls.
“Fuck me,” Declan said. “Now!”
Luke obeyed. Declan gave himself up to Luke and got what he needed most. Tonight, he needed someone else to take control.
Chapter Eleven
Charlie stood at the counteras Gwen put the finishing touches on his latte. He checked his watch. It was 8:43 a.m.
“You know, you could just save the money and make one of these upstairs,” Gwen said.
“Yeah,” Charlie replied, “but why work if you can’t treat yourself to the little pleasures in life?”
“I like the way you think.”
As she rang in the order, Gwen asked, “How’s he doing? That was tough news about Joan, especially coming so hard on the heels of the anniversary of his mom’s death.”
“He never said anything about his mom to me. He seemed okay when I left last night.”
“Keep your eye on him. Let me know if there’s anything I can do.”
“Sure thing.” Charlie paid the bill and turned to leave. Through the window, he saw the street door to the office open, and Luke walked out.
What the fuck?
Charlie waited until the cop was out of sight before he left the café and dashed up the stairs to the office. His mind raced with thoughts of what to do. His fantasy life with Declan was vanishing before his eyes.
As Charlie entered the office, Declan walked out of the kitchenette with his morning coffee.
“So…have arestfulnight?” Charlie asked, trying to hide his sarcasm.
