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Slipping into my room, I pulled my phone out of my pants and ignored the way a smile threatened to appear when I saw his name on the screen.
Marek
Are you free?
I bit my lip to keep myself from grinning like an idiot.
I could be.
He responded with his address and a question.
When can you get here?
I shoved my feet into a pair of shoes and grabbed a hat. I’d showered but hadn’t done shit with my hair and it was a mess.
On my way.
Chapter 19
Marek
Jay was barely inside and I was on him. Burying my face in his neck, I breathed in his spicy scent as I kissed his neck. He chuckled, sliding his hands under my shirt, searing my skin with his warmth.
Jay was an escape. Something easy to get lost in. A distraction from all the bullshit that had piled on top of me. Pressing him against the wall, I worked my hand into the front of his pants and freed his cock. God bless the inventor of sweatpants. Shoving my pants down, I wrapped my hand around both our cocks.
Jay let out a hiss. “Dude, lube would be nice.”
Right. Shit. Fuck. “Sorry. Just… wait here.” I yanked my pants back up and left Jay by the door with his dick hanging out. I should have known he’d follow me, though. I stopped in the doorway to my bedroom, suddenly keenly aware of everything he was seeing. My disaster kitchen. My disheveled living room. My bedroom, which looked like a bomb went off. Shame flooded through me.
“I shouldn’t have brought you here,” I said, more to myself than him, but he heard anyway.
“Well, I’m here now.” Jay stepped in behind me and circled his arms around my waist. His still-hard cock pressed against my ass, but it lacked the sexual charge that I’d felt just a minute ago. My own erection had flagged too. The state of my house matched the state of my mind. It was hard to figure out which way was up.
I was a grown man. I didn’t need a keeper. I could take care of myself, but sometimes shit happened and I got off track, and getting things back in order was more than I could bear.
“What’s going on, Marek?”
My mouth opened and closed without making a sound. How could I possibly begin to explain it to him? That I knew I had a million things to take care of, and that most of them were simple tasks, but I couldn’t get started. I was paralyzed by the sheer idea of doing anything. It was like standing at the bottom of Mount Everest and wondering how you were going to climb it.
“I need to get out of my head.” The confession fell from my lips and a weight tumbled off my shoulders.
“I can do that. Tell me what to do.”
I turned and rucked Jay’s shirt up over his head, leaving it tangled around his arms to create some sort of crude bondage. It knocked the hat off his head, and I bent to retrieve it. When I put it back on him, I put it on backwards, which made my attraction to him shoot through the roof. He was already a good-looking guy, but the backwards hat made me feral for him.
I knew sex wouldn’t solve anything. My problems would still be there when we were done, and he was gone, but I might get a moment or two of peace in between.
“Do you trust me?” I asked him, resisting the urge to slant my mouth over his. It took him a minute to answer, butI waited patiently while he turned my words over in his head.
“Yeah.” He exhaled. “I trust you.”
“Lube,” I said, reminding myself why I’d come in here to begin with. I left Jay standing there with his arms tangled in his shirt while I made a beeline for my nightstand. He smirked when he saw the bottle I dug out of the drawer.
“Good choice. I use that brand all the time.”
I crooked my finger, beckoning him. “Come here.”
As he approached, my breathing sped up, and I thought for sure my heart was going to jackhammer out of my chest. But somehow I remained intact as he crossed the room, stepping on dirty laundry on the way. embarrassment bloomed in me as my gaze fell to the floor, then Jay’s voice broke through my fog.
