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.Abuse via Max.Max s hand glanced over his briefly, his eyes flickering away for an instant. Shit,babe, you re freezing. He pushed up to his feet, lithe muscle and dangerous grace, andoffered Ben a hand.Ben grimaced as Max had to practically drag him to his feet.Freezing and stiff andweary, body and soul, was more like it.He huffed out a tired breath.Best to ignore thetingle of heat when Max called him babe.He d always used the endearment as a way todistance him anyway.He thought.Best to just say thanks for saving my stupid assagain, and take his leave gracefully.Yeah.That would be best. C mon in. Max made quick work of the lock and urged Ben inside with a ghost ofa touch at the small of his back.Ben shivered a little, but Max told himself it was just thecold.Damn kid must have been out of his damn mind, sitting on the concrete in the dark.Totally ignoring the fact that Max didn t live in the friendliest of neighborhoods, thelittle asshole was fresh out of the hospital, fresh out of a coma.He had no businesssitting out in the cold with nothing but a pair of threadbare jeans and his leather jacketto protect him. I got coffee and cocoa. Max just smirked at Ben s raised brows. I ve got a sweettooth, he admitted.Clearly.With a preference for a certain candy boy.He filled two mugs with bottled water and shoved them in the microwave withoutwaiting for Ben to make a choice. So.Didja figure out why you re here yet? I guess to say thanks.Again. Ben was staring at the floor, eyes fixed on his ownfeet, like he was shy or something.What a joke.71VJ Summers Unnecessary. The mic beeped and Max juggled the hot cups out, dumpingpowdered cocoa and petrified marshmallows into the steaming water. No, it is necessary. Ben had raised his eyes; now they were fixed on Max s hands. I could be dead twice over.Probably should be dead.You scraped me up off the floorboth times. Those glittering green eyes cut in his direction for just a second. But youknow, you could have told me.Max didn t have to ask what.And a part of him knew that, yeah, he could have toldBen what was going on.He remembered that rush of relief when he thought Ben knew,that he didn t have to play this stupid fucking game anymore.But in the end&  No,Ben.I really couldn t. Yeah.I guess I get that. Ben picked up one of the mugs, cupping his handsaround it and pursing his lips to blow across the steaming surface of the cocoa.Maxtried to block out the picture of those lips wrapped around his dick, without muchsuccess. That s it? He d sort of meant to make the words brusque, to let Ben know it wastime to go.Time to go before Max lost the battle with his dick and tackled the guy to thefloor.He bet he could have him half-naked before they hit the linoleum. Yeah.I guess. For a bright guy, one about to get a fucking PhD, Ben didn t havemuch to say for a change.Max told himself to be grateful, but at that moment he wouldhave given just about anything to hear one of Ben s random rants.All at once Ben seemed ready to oblige him. No.It s not. He set the mug back on the counter and moved in on Max, just on theedge of getting in his space. I want to know what happened.Shit. Didn t Blue or someone tell you? That s not what I mean. Now that gaze was on his.Not steady, not by a long shot,and not certain.There was a flinch there, a hesitation in the depths of his eyes thatwrenched at Max s guts. I want to know what happened between us.What was realand what was part of the job for you.72Under the InfluenceMax laughed without any humor and scrubbed a hand over his face. Babe, nothingabout you was part of the job.In fact, if I had a dime for every time I nearly fucked thewhole operation because I couldn t stay the fuck away from you, I could almost paySugar s bail.Ben smiled a little.That damn cynical quirk of his lips that hurt to look at. You sayfuck an awful lot when you re pissed.Max snorted. You d be in a position to know, since you keep me in a perpetualstate of pissed-off-ness.Ben moved closer, not touching but caging Max between the counter and his body.He smelled like the outdoors, cold and almost metallic with the city air. If I wasn t part of the job, what was I? A distraction.A temptation.A fucking inconvenience. Sorry. He looked sorry.He looked tired and hurt and more beautiful thananything Max had ever seen before. Shit.Don t be sorry. S not your fault you re like crack.One hit and my brainscrambled.That smile again, but a little warmer.He just didn t get that Ben couldn t see hisown appeal.Couldn t understand where the insecurity came from.Didn t the guyrealize he was sex on legs? A walking aphrodisiac, that s what Ben was. If it helps, you had my brain pretty scrambled too [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]