Page 39 of Doubting Hearts

I picked up my phone and sent a terse text off to Rain.

Nice of you to say good-bye. T.

He replied a few minutes later as I was making coffee.

You said you needed space. I didn’t want to be chewed up and spat out. R :)

A bloody smiley face? Did this situation warrant that? I decided to keep it casual.

I thought you liked it when I chewed on you? As for the spitting—I swallow, remember?

Ha Ha. Funny man. You’re obviously in a better mood. R. x

At least now I was getting kisses. Maybe the smiley face was working for us both. But I wasn’t giving him one back yet.

I’d be in a much better mood if you were here. Are you at home? T

A couple of minutes later my phone bleeped again.

Nope. I’m in Leicester. With Taxi man and Barry. At Celts. R x

My jaw dropped. He was where?

You’re fucking where? T

Do you perhaps need glasses to read my text? I thought it was pretty clear. R.

You arsehole. What the hell are you doing there?

It’s a gay man sauna, T. What do you think I’m doing? I’m saunaring. R :)

I clenched my fingers into my palms, wondering what the hell kind of retort to send back on that one. I honestly couldn’t think of anything too sharp.

Ha bloody ha. Well, enjoy yourself. Don’t choke on their dicks or bend over too far.

I hit send in a strop and threw my mobile onto the bed. It was then I heard the bleep of his mobile phone. Rain had a distinctive notification for his texts, being a rather sinister Joker phrase with a crazy laugh at the end. I heard that crazy laugh now outside my door. My bad mood disappeared as I smiled from ear to ear at that familiar sound. My phone went off. My ringtone was Yoda saying there was a message from the dark side.

Are you going to let me in? I’m bloody horny. I need you. R x

I opened my door to see him standing there in the hallway, a huge grin on his face. He looked completely delicious in his black jeans and his red cutoff tee shirt, with his hair slightly wild, as he’d let it dry naturally.

He raised an eyebrow at me. “I was told there’s a bloke here who chews and swallows? Is he in?”

I reached over and dragged him in, absolutely desperate to taste his mouth. I slammed him back against the wall as I shut the door with my foot and ground my mouth into his with a greed I only felt for this man. He gasped at the extent of my passion and slid his hands around my hips, pulling me into him.

“You bastard,” I gasped in between kisses. “You bloody bastard. I thought you were at Celts.”

He laughed loudly as his hands slid in between my shirt and my skin. “Now why would I want an old taxi man and his fat boyfriend when I can have a young, supremely sexy boy like you? God, you are so easy. I was around the corner for a while. I waited till that last text, then stood outside your door.”

I was already unzipping his jeans, and he chuckled, pushing my hands away. “Hold on. God, this is a change from the sulky sod you were earlier. All alpha male and tough. It was a complete turn-on, actually. You can be such a bad boy.”

His tongue slid back into my mouth, and I couldn’t get enough of it. Still keeping his mouth locked on mine, I hauled him over to the bed and pushed him onto it. He lay back on his elbows with a slow, sexy laugh. “I take it we’re not arguing anymore, then? You’ve had your hissy fit?”

I ignored him, already pulling his jeans off. He raised his backside to let me shuffle them out from under him.

He was wearing no underwear, and his cock sprang free, a purple, swollen, wonderful sight. He gazed at me from under his dark brows.

“I had a feeling I wouldn’t need underwear,” he said sultrily.