Page 34 of Moonstruck
When he returned to the bedroom, Asa had pulled on a pair of gray joggers that clung to narrow hips, accentuating his perfect physique. Zane swallowed hard as he tried to tear his gaze from the deep vee visible above the waistband.
Asa closed the distance between them, spinning Zane away from him, wrapping his arms around him from behind, burying his face where his neck and shoulder met and inhaling deeply, making Zane’s nipples harden and his cock thicken in a way that was impossible to hide.
Asa made an appreciative sound as he held him tightly, sniffing at him and nipping at his skin.
“Morning…”
Zane had wanted to convey how weird this was, but what came out was a sort of breathless hitched sound that only seemed to spur Asa further, his broad hands sweeping from Zane’s belly to sit low on his hips, creeping dangerously close to Zane’s now very erect dick.
Asa tugged on the shell of Zane’s ear with his teeth. “You look so fucking hot. I’ve never gotten to truly admire my work before. I always made sure my…dates…were gone before morning. But you… Fuck, you look amazing like this. Promise me, you’ll let me take pictures. Just for me.”
Once more, that almost childlike tone was back, like he was asking for another piece of candy instead of asking Zane if he could document the numerous ways he’d defiled him last night.
“You know people are going to see these, right?” Zane cautioned. “I can’t run around in a turtleneck in the dead of summer.”
“Good. I want people to see,” Asa said, as if that were a perfectly normal response.
“You want people to see me looking like I was the victim of a violent crime?” Zane murmured, hating the way his hands closed around Asa’s forearms—not to stop him but to anchor himself as Asa continued to explore him.
“I want people to know you’re mine,” Asa said against his ear.
Zane’s heart skipped in his chest. “Some people might say that is presumptuous and a little insane considering we’ve barely known each other a day.” Zane sucked in a breath. A day. Shit. It was morning. “What time is it?”
“Eight o’clock,” Asa said, still leisurely exploring Zane’s throat.
Blake. Zane slapped at Asa’s hands. “I need my phone. Now.”
Asa frowned at the sudden shift in the conversation. “What? Why?”
Zane gave him an exasperated look. “Because I really did tell my friend to send those coordinates to the cops if he didn’t hear from me by morning.”
Asa sighed, releasing Zane, and then turned back to where he’d abandoned his jeans the night before. Zane wanted to snap his fingers and tell him to pick up the pace. He really didn’t seem to be giving the situation the gravity it deserved.
Asa fished Zane’s phone from his pocket. “Are you saying you don’t want me to get caught now?” he asked, a smirk forming over his full lips.
“I’m saying I want to see this through and figure out if something is truly going on with these deaths or if it’s all just a bizarre coincidence.”
“I don’t believe in coincidence,” Asa said.
“Me neither,” Zane muttered, sliding his phone open and punching Blake’s picture with more force than necessary.
Blake answered on the third ring. “‘lo?”
His voice was gruff with sleep. What the fuck? So much for Blake bringing the cavalry. Had Blake even bothered to respond to his text or just rolled his eyes and went to bed last night?
“Hey, it’s me. Just wanted to let you know I’m fine,” Zane said.
There was a long pause. “Why wouldn’t you be fine?”
“Um, because I went to check out one of the Mulvaney properties last night. The one I sent you coordinates for?” Zane said hesitantly.
“Huh?” There was the sound of rustling on the other end and then, “Oh. I never saw this. I was chasing down Gizelle Sands and Naz King last night. Got some great shots of them cozied up in the back of some dive bar. Beach almost shit herself with excitement.”
Zane scrunched his nose at Blake’s assessment. “That’s…graphic.”
“Yeah, she tried to get a hold of you, but you were MIA, so she just published them straight to the site. So, what’s up with the Mulvaney property? Find anything good?”
“Nothing. Dead end. But I got a lead on another, possibly bigger story. Can you let Beach know I need to take a few days off? Tell her my mom died or something.”
