Page 6 of Ctrl Me
I was fuckingdoomed.
He stepped away. “Get in the car, Thomas.”
I did, though I picked up the darts. After I belted myself in, I hefted the case. “Should I put these away?”
He started the car and eased out of the space. “Please.”
There was that rope again. I was tempted to ask, but this night had been so insane that I didn’t want to be disappointed to learn it was there for ordinary reasons. So I closed the box. He was right. There was time enough to play this game, even if I wanted everything right now.
We headed back toward the city. “I know you live in Shadyside,” he said. “But where exactly?”
I rattled off the address. Of course he knew where it was. Didn’t even use the GPS on his phone. I watched the lights go by and listened to the silence between us. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it wasn’t quite right either. There was a weight to it, a need to fill it with sound. Questions and answers. Words. Except it was Thursday night after ten, and we both had a meeting at nine on the dot tomorrow morning.
As if reading my mind, Gabe sighed. “I should have done this tomorrow. But I’ve wanted to take you out for so long—couldn’t help myself.”
Really? I licked my lips and tasted Gabe on them, and there was my answer. That and the bulge in his jeans. “I’m glad you did. I didn’t even know you were interested. Guess my gaydar is busted.”
He laughed. “I’m bi. Tend to prefer men a bit more, but if you’ve noticed me checking out other genders, that’s real.”
I hadn’t. Mostly because I’d had to work so damn hard not to be checkinghimout.
This time, the silence was distinctly uncomfortable. He cleared his throat. “Um, you and Sherri—”
I hadn’t told anyone the details of the breakup, any of my breakups, actually. Too many wounds I didn’t want opened. But if I could tellanyone, it was Gabe. “She didn’t like that I’ve slept with guys.” I paused. “That I bottom. That I like to be fucked.” I let out a breath. “I . . . asked her to peg me.”
He exhaled. “Wow. She freaked?”
“Pretty much. Didn’t want to be dating a fag.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Gabe flinch. “Dude, I’m really sorry.”
I leaned into the seat. “Something tells me I’m not going to have that problem with you.”
“No, not at all.”
The way he said those words made my every nerve tingle down to my fucking toes. Gabe’s dick inside me? Yes. Oh, please. Except the dashboard clock mocked me. “Fucking Thursday.”
“I know. If I come up to your apartment, neither of us is going to sleep tonight. Or go to work tomorrow.”
My breathing faltered. “Oh, fuck.”
“Yes,” he said. “Quite long. Quite hard.” And I couldhearhis wicked smile.
My lungs didn’t want to cooperate, and my heart pounded so hard he probably heard it over the potholes.
Gabe slid his hand over my thigh. “This okay?”
“Yeah.” Another whisper from me.
He moved his fingers up until he found my cock. He stroked and squeezed me through my jeans, and I gripped the edge of the car seat, voicing something between a groan and a whimper.
“I promise I’ll make the wait worthwhile.” Damned if his voice didn’t turn my bones to fire.
Laying my head back against the car seat, I closed my eyes. There was no doubt in my mind about that promise.
Chapter Two
Friday at work was interesting,to say the least. Despite jacking off pretty much as soon as I’d gotten in the door Thursday night, then again while tossing in bed, thenagainin the shower this morning, I wasn’t satiated. At all. Didn’t help that Gabe had worn nice, tight jeans to the office. Damn his legs. His ass. The bulge I shouldn’t be checking out during our nine o’clock standup meeting.
