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Richard swatted the hands away. “Ride me?”
Matthew's eyes widened. “Oh. Oh, yeah.”
“Want to know how you feel around me.” Richard hauled Matthew to him. “Wanted it since I first saw you. Couldn't stand the thought of those other guys with you tonight.”
“Me either,” I said and clamped my mouth closed. Shut the hell up.
I reached for a condom and handed it along with the lube to Matthew. His hands shook as he worked open the wrapper and rolled the condom on Richard's thick cock. He added lube over it and his own body. My breath caught in my chest when he touched himself.
Matthew's cock had filled again, and droplets slid over the tip by the time he straddled the other man's thighs. He gasped as he lowered himself over Richard, and when he settled on the man's lap, a low sigh escaped him.
“He fills you up good, doesn't he?” I asked.
“God, yes.” Matthew clutched at Richard's shoulders. He waited until his body stopped shuddering before he rose up and rammed back down.
“Kid!” Richard screamed. “Do that again.”
He did. Again. And again. And I watched with utter fascination.
Matthew didn't stop with words or sounds the entire time he rode Richard's lap. He bounced, skin smacking, his ass swallowing the thick cock with each downward plunge. If I hadn't come so many times, my prick would have been coming back to life at the sight of them together. Matthew's lean leg muscles flexed with each lift. I ran a hand over his thigh as he dropped onto Richard again.
Why the hell was I touching him there?
I repositioned myself behind Matthew and slid my hand between them. With a few strokes, he came, a loud chorus of “yes, yes, yes” ringing out. He collapsed, his arms wrapped tight around Richard's neck.
Richard grunted through his last pushes upward, and once he stilled, he petted Matthew's back, the touch soft as he swept his fingers over the pale skin. The way I remembered petting my childhood dog, not something I ever did to another person.
I leaned forward and my chest pressed Richard's hand harder against Matthew's back. “Three,” I whispered in Matthew's ear. “You've got me beat, at least in this room.”
“Yeah. Uh-huh.” Matthew's strained voice was barely audible. His breathing evened out as he came back to us from the far-off sated place he'd gone.
“Damn,” Richard said. An exasperated sigh clung to the word.
“What?” I spread out with my head on the pillows. What the hell could be wrong after all that?
“Matthew still didn't get to fuck me.”
“Oh.” Matthew's body shook, his voice raspy.
Richard laughed. “Hey, kid, how long you been coming here?”
“Almost four years.” Matthew slipped off Richard's lap and unfolded beside me.
My jaw dropped.
Richard stood and grabbed more towels. He settled across the bed, leaned forward, and brushed the cloth over Matthew.
Matthew gasped at the touch of cotton to skin as if the towel didn't separate them.
“Were you even legal then?” Richard asked. He threw the towels toward the bathroom.
“Yeah. I may not look it, but I'm twenty-two, been coming here since I turned nineteen.” He shrugged. A blush crept over his cheeks and down his neck. “I applied nine months after I graduated from high school. I wasn't on the waiting list for too long. At my interview they said they usually don't accept members under twenty, but I must have made an impression with my enthusiasm for all things sex.”
“Did they ask for an audition?” Richard asked. “'Cause that could explain it.”
“No.” Matthew frowned. His eyebrows drew in.
The look didn't sit right with me. Not on him.
“Oh wait. I did blow the guy.” He laughed, and his face lit up.
Richard dropped his head forward. “Man, you are too much fun. And sexy as fuck.”
“I am?”
“Hell yes.”
Matthew stretched his arms over his head. “I'd like a shower.” He leaned over to me. “Wanna join me?”
Every muscle in my body tightened.
Richard snorted. “Now, now, you've scared the skittish thing. And after all this talking, which I'm pretty sure our friend here isn't used to doing after sex. On top of the fact he's here with us again even though he's never with the same guys twice.”
I threw him a challenging stare. I wanted to prove something to him, but why did I care what he thought of me? “Come on, kid. I can go for a shower.”
Matthew jumped off the bed and followed me.
“Good for you, Luke.” Richard stretched out on his back. “You two wore me out. I'm going to lie here for a while longer.”
Matthew bounded back to the bed and planted a kiss on him. Richard's hands found Matthew's ass and tugged him onto his large body. They lingered over the kiss, hands groping, skin sliding over skin.
I leaned against the bathroom doorjamb and watched Matthew's ass move, watched his balls sway as he gyrated with the kiss. If he kept it up, he'd have Richard hard again in no time.
When they finally parted, Matthew made his way to the bathroom with a bounce in his step. He rubbed the back of his hand along my thigh as he slid past me.
I followed him in, turned on the water, and held the shower door open. He stepped under the spray, a new bar of soap in his hands. I stood back for a moment and admired his lean, smooth body and the way his wavy hair straightened under the weight of the water. I hadn't showered with anyone else in such close proximity since high school gym class.
I stepped closer and reached out. Matthew turned to me, and I halted my hand in midair. Wanting to touch him had nothing to do with getting off, returning a favor, or trying to convince him to go to bed with me. I simply wanted to touch his skin, feel his warmth under my fingers, and follow the dip and rise of each lean muscle as it fanned out from his middle.
Matthew watched me with his dark eyes. His chest heaved with each breath, the rest of his body still, waiting for my touch to connect us again.
My fingers danced in the air as if they'd already made up their minds, but the rest of me held them back. I inched my hand closer and trailed my fingers over his abdomen, traced the thin line of dark hair leading to his crotch with the pad of my thumb. He stepped into the touch. My hands explored around his cock, his sac, his thighs, and back up his body. He raised his hands to me and lathered the soap up my arms and over my shoulders.
He touched every part of my body and rotated between washing me and himself. Light, playful contact. My spent cock was just coming back to life when he turned the water off and got out of the shower.
I stepped out behind him. “I guess I can add tease to your list of qualities.” Although, hadn't I teased too?
Matthew grinned and wrinkled his nose. He wrapped a towel around his waist and moved toward the door. I grabbed a hold of his wrist. His body came to mine with ease. We touched from shin to chest, the embrace more personal than any I'd known with another man, and we still had the towel between us.
I didn't think. I buried my face in his neck. “You smell good.” He tilted his head, and I licked and sucked on his skin.
“It's the soap. They have nice soap here.”
“Uh-uh. It's you. I thought it was your cologne, but now I know it's you.” I kissed him. Why the hell couldn't I let go? And why was I telling him anything at all?
His fingers glided over my back. My skin quivered from the feathery touch. Right when I couldn't stand it any longer, he scraped his fingernails down my back and over my ass.
Without warning, he broke off the kiss. “Luke. I like the way your body moves when I touch you. It's like your skin wants to be closer to me. Like I'm making it feel special.”
“No one's touched me the way you do. You and Richard.”
“Speaking of... ” Matthew backed up, holding my hand until he found the doorknob. He sashayed into the main room. “Shit.”
I followed him out.
Richard was gone.
“I thought he'd stay.”
I snatched up my pants. “Why would you think that?” The words came out more pissed than I intended. And I didn't want to admit it wasn't Matthew who had pissed me off. I'd just had some of the best sex in a long time, and I should have been enjoying the high, not angry over some guy who left the room before I did.
Matthew didn't move. “To at least say good-bye.”
I stared at him, unsure what to do.
He turned away and slipped on his clothes before I had my shirt buttoned.
“Will you be here next weekend?” he asked without looking at me.
“I usually am.” I couldn't bring myself to remind him I'd only agreed to one more night together.
He stepped close, his dark eyes focused on me. “I'll be here... you know, if you are... and if want to— ” He swiped his tongue over my lower lip. He left before I thought of anything to say.
I stared at the door as it closed behind him. I'd never been the last one left standing in a room at the Haven.
Chapter Six
I trudged into my apartment, dropped my laptop bag, and slammed the door shut with both hands. My sweaty palms stuck to the cheap paneled door, and my head fell forward. The flimsy fiberboard rattled, adding another sensation to the throb in my temples.
I'd lost my concentration on the trek home from work for the third time in as many days. Minutes had ticked by, and I hadn't been focused on anyone around me. The half hour walk had turned into an hour-and-a-half debacle.
A week had gone by since I'd last seen Matthew and Richard, and I couldn't stop thinking about them, wanting them. It interfered with everything. My work. My routine. My life. And it had to stop.
I logged on to the computer and fired up the video feeds. When the playback showed no signs of my stalkers, I plopped onto the couch.
A night at the Haven would help. I hadn't been to the club all week. Time to get back on the horse. As soon as my headache eased up.
I spread out on the couch. Richard's low voice and Matthew's giggle rose up around me. Matthew rode Richard's cock for several minutes before I forced myself to stop the vision.
I did not fantasize about what I already had, or sex that didn't include me. I pushed off the couch and headed for the kitchen. Dinner and get to the club early.
Best-laid plans.
Two steps from the couch, I saw it.
“Fuck.” I spun around and stormed out of the apartment. I fished my cell out of my pocket, charged through the stairwell door, and called the first number on the speed dial.
“Simon.”
“Walter, it's Luke. Someone's been in my apartment.”
“When?”
“Today while I was at work.”
“Did you get a good look— ”
“No. They tampered with my cameras. I'm about to head back inside to check it out now.”
“You're sure? Someone was there?”
“They moved the phone on my desk. You got anything I can use to figure out if they planted something?”
“Yeah. I'll stop by the office. Be right over.”
“Thanks for asking me over to watch the game.” Walter stood at my door clutching two large duffle bags.
I grabbed a bag and held the door open for him.
There was more than one reason I liked Walter. He was smart as hell. I didn't know why he took early retirement, but it had to do with not wanting to do the job any longer, not that he couldn't.
“No problem,” I said and set down the bag. I went to the desk. Since I didn't own a TV, I logged on to my work laptop and loaded one of the live college football sites I'd heard about. I entered my credit card number to order a subscription and picked any game about to start. I waited until a football field filled the screen and turned up the volume. “You want a beer?”
“I think I need one,” he said.
I grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge and handed one to Walter. He took a swig and gathered his bags. “Who do you think's going to win?”
I glanced back at the computer screen to catch the name of at least one of the teams. “Ohio State.”
Walter opened the first duffle bag and extracted a plastic case. He removed four separate metal pieces and assembled them into a long wandlike device. “Yeah, you're probably right. They've got a solid offense this year.”
He opened the other bag and hauled out a large box with a computer screen and keypad attached to it. He placed the computerized device on the folding table and sat, raising his eyebrows as the table teetered with the extra weight. When it stilled, he flipped a switch and waited for the screen to turn on.
Walter kept talking like it required none of his thought to assemble his gear and begin checking my apartment. “Did you see it's supposed to snow all week? I hate the damn cold.” He keyed in a command on the keypad. His fingers tapped with no sound. “I've been thinking about moving south, somewhere warmer before next winter.”
The device's screen flashed off and came back on displaying a few lines of text. A list of the device types it had located nearby. Walter held up four fingers.
I looked around. Four goddamn listening devices planted somewhere in my small apartment. What the hell was my father up to?
“You going to move your business?” I asked.
“Maybe.” He stood and reached for the wand. The phone on the desk was his first stop. He held the wand over it and an indicator light lit up. “I can run the business from anywhere.” He squatted next to the desk and lifted the phone.
Did our sham conversation have any merit? “You know you're not that old.”
Walter squinted up at me. “What?”
“Moving for the weather. Seems like something old guys do. They pack a camper, wear Hawaiian shirts and sandals, and move someplace where they can't catch a draft. You're not that guy.”
Walter laughed and went back to work on the phone. “No. I guess I'm not. Someday, maybe.” He used a screwdriver to pry the cover off the handset and removed a small device from inside. Then he detached several of the tiny wires and placed it into a metal box he'd brought with him.
“I'm going to find you a date,” I said.
His brow furrowed and he stared at me for a moment before moving on to scan the wand over the computer equipment on the desk. “I don't need a date.”
“The hell you don't. You're talking about bingo and shuffleboard.”
He stilled and met my gaze. “I am not.”
“It's too fucking cold here? You want to try for someplace warmer? Sounds like two steps away from the senior bus tour that travels to a different casino every weekend.”
“Fuck you.”
“No, I'm thinking it's you who needs a fuck.”
He snorted. “Had a great lay six months back. Turned into a fine friend, but now I'm thinking he's a punk who should shut his mouth.”
I held my hands in the air. “Ease up.”
Walter went back to work. The sound of the game covered the silence between us. He located two more of the devices. One hidden under the desk, and another under the lamp in the bedroom. He searched the kitchen last and scanned for several minutes before the unit lit up over an electrical outlet. Walter retrieved the last device, deactivated it, and placed it inside the case. “Should be it.”
“You're sure?”
He pointed to the computer on the table. “That's our latest creation. It can even find experimental devices, off-the-books type stuff. After 9/11, the government's willing to pay me good money, so I deliver the best. There's no way he's got anything else in here.”
I paced the living room and dragged a hand through my hair. “Whoever my father has working for him this time is good. He knew to check the tape on the door, and that shit's impossible to see. He deleted today's video feed and restored yesterday's in its place.”
“Smart.” Walter eyed the computer. “You keep any personal info on there?”
“No. It's for surveillance. And my laptop was with me all day.”
“Good.” Walter walked back to the kitchen and peered into the small room. “Is anything missing?”
“Not that I can see.” I shrugged. “I don't have much.”
“This isn't a robbery, Luke. They weren't here for a TV and your DVDs. They may have taken something small, something with personal shit on it.”
“I don't keep that kind of stuff.”
He went into the kitchen and returned with two new beers. He handed me one. “What's he up to this time around?”
I swallowed a long gulp. The cool beer took the edge off my nerves. “I don't know. Somehow, he lets me know when he's found me. He wants me to know he can always find me. This time"— I shook my head—"he has another agenda.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Move. Again!” I threw the half-empty beer. It smashed against the wall. Shards of glass and foaming beer ran down the surface in streaks.
Walter didn't flinch at my outburst. He scrutinized my impromptu work of art. “Has he ever told you why he has you followed?”
“No.”
“Have you thought about leaving the city? Maybe he'd— ”
“I won't let him run me off. Anyway, it's different this time. A reporter called here the other day.”
Walter lowered the bottle from his lips. “Not good.”
“I know. If in a couple of days, I haven't found a place— ”
He raised a hand in the air. “You don't even have to ask. Just come on over. For as long as you need.”
“Thanks. I'm sorry about before. I'm not used to... I don't know how to... ” I shrugged.
“Care?”
“I guess.”
“Thanks for the concern. I'm fine. You take care of yourself. I have a feeling he might become dangerous.”
I met my friend's gaze. “He's always been dangerous.”
We stood in silence for a few minutes. Walter fetched another beer from the kitchen and held it out to me. “So I haven't talked to you since last weekend. I take it Saturday night went well?”
I reached for the beer and winced. There was no way I was getting out of admitting whom I'd been with. “Fucker.”
