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.Dale s hand was warm as he started massaging theback of Carson s neck, and Carson gave in for a second,closed his eyes, and let that warmth and counterpressuresink into his muscles.God, last night had sucked. You got some board shorts in that pile of laundry,Chicago? Dale asked seriously, and Carson was too relaxedto get feisty over such an odd question. Naw, are you kidding? It s still snowing in Chicago.Dale made a sound of disgust. Now, that s no way for aman to live.Tell you what.We ll go talk to Beatrice tonight,and when I come back tomorrow morning, I ll bring yousome shorts and an old wet suit.I got tomorrow off at theFA.I ll take you wave boarding.It ll be good.Carson turned his head slowly and looked Dale squarein those hazy-lidded blue eyes. You promise?Dale s mouth flattened and turned up, and he pulledCarson closer. I never promise, and I never fuck aroundabout surfing, he said, and while the softness of his lipsagainst Carson s temple felt like a promise, nothing aboutthis moment felt like fucking around.Carson tried to pullaway, to say something, to object, but that hand on the backof his neck was firm.Carson was a strong guy his job wasphysical, he worked out when he could but he didn t thinkto resist.Dale used his other hand to tilt Carson s chin just so,and Carson was waiting for him when their lips met.Left on St.Truth-be-Well | Amy Lane59Soft.Hard and sweet.Kind and strong.Did you everthink you were craving ice cream until someone gave yousteak instead? Carson opened his mouth and Dale s tongueswept in, and Carson groaned, allowing Dale to plaster himagainst his seat.Then Dale unclicked his belt and pushedthe kiss further.He splayed a big callused hand acrossCarson s throat, and scrabbled his other through Carson sshort hair.Carson cupped either side of Dale s neck andheld him, wanting him close, wanting him closer, wantingDale, all of him, down his throat, in his ass, skin to skin,bodies lunging.Dale broke off the kiss with a gasp, resisting as Carsontried to pull him closer, and Carson was as helpless as ababy not to want, need, and crave.Dale kissed his temple, and Carson took a deep,shuddery breath, and then another, and then a third. Change of plans, Dale said between breaths. You leaveAnastacio here tonight and come home with me.And then I lltake you surfing in the morning. That sounds like a relationship, Carson said, trying toget hold of himself. I fuck guys in broom closets.I don thave relationships with them.Dale flicked him on the forehead. Yeah, well, I don tusually sleep with people I want to strangle half the time.It llbe a growing experience for both of us, you think?Carson let out a breath that might have been a laugh. Iguess we all need to grow.Think Stassy ll be okay here byhimself? Think you could ask him? God, you re bossy. Yeah, I m that way in bed too.Be prepared.Left on St.Truth-be-Well | Amy Lane60Carson jerked a little. I top in bed! He was absolutelysure of this.Every broom closet fuck he d ever had told himso.Dale snorted and rubbed a thumb over Carson s lowerlip.Without meaning to, Carson went limp and soft andneedy.Dale leaned close enough for his lips to brushCarson s ear. You let yourself believe that, he whispered. Iwon t tell you different. Nungh&.Dale s throaty laughter in his ear had him shaking, hardand aroused in his seat. Be back around eight, Carson.Getsome sleep, have some dinner.You ll need your strength.He d gotten out and shut the door before Carson wassure he could unbuckle his seatbelt and slide out of the carand not shoot off in his pants if he accidentally brushed hishard cock through his jeans.WHEN Carson woke up in the dark, quiet room, he couldmake out Stassy perched on the dresser, devouring the restof the pizza.Carson s stomach growled, reminding him hewas supposed to eat before Dale came back. Hey, Stassy,feeling better?The young man nodded seriously. I was sleeping on thedunes next to the hotel, he said after a swallow of pizza. God, I could sleep in a bed with clean sheets for a wholeother week. Yeah, well, I m sorry that happened.If it makes you feelany better, I got a line on Toby, and he s safe.He s laying lowwith family, keeps asking for you.We passed on the messagethat you re okay.Left on St.Truth-be-Well | Amy Lane61Stassy had a sweet oval face with a slight dent in hischin (nothing compared to that valley Dale had, but it wascute), and that face lit up like a house fire with the news. Yeah? That s great to hear.Thanks, Carson.Carson shrugged and squinted at the clock.Seventhirty.Suddenly his heart started banging around in hischest like a clumsy repairman, hitting his ribs, stomach,throat, and, hey, wow, yeah, there you go, right in the groin.He swung his legs over the side of the bed and thought, Ihave to pack for my date.When he spoke, he tried to keep his voice so casual,Stassy would hardly notice he talked at all. Yeah, actually,me and Dale are gonna go ask some questions on our own,you know, see what happened [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]