the room service and the shower.”
Reed smiled. “I think that’s the best idea you’ve had all night.”
Carter swatted his ass as he walked by. “I’m full of good ideas.”
* * *
Reed lifted his head from the pillow and squinted at the bedside clock. Nine a.m. He groaned and flopped back down on the pillow while simultaneously stretching the early morning kinks from his sore body. Not that he was complaining—he couldn’t hold back the smile that tugged at his lips. He and Carter had stayed up into the early morning hours, mapping out the contours of each other’s bodies with lips, hands, and tongues. Reed didn’t think he’d ever felt so wanted in his life.
He rolled over to curl up to Carter’s warmth. “Hey, how’re you—”
No one was there, and the bedding was cold to the touch, as if it had been empty for a while. Still a bit fuzzy from the all-night marathon, Reed scrubbed the sleep from his eyes, disappointed Carter wasn’t there with him to wake up and say good morning.
After using the bathroom and brushing his teeth, Reed cocked his head, certain he heard voices from the outer room. Did Carter plan on inviting someone else to share their weekend? Reed had no intention of joining in a threesome and was about to walk into the living room when he heard Carter laugh. It sounded carefree—not designed to seduce, but real and from the heart. And even though he knew it was wrong, Reed couldn’t help but listen in on the conversation.
“I miss you so much. I’ll be home tomorrow night, and we can have dinner together, okay?”
Reed inched closer, straining to hear through the closed door. He knew he shouldn’t eavesdrop, yet he wanted to know more about Carter. They might have agreed to keep their private lives separate, but Reed couldn’t help his curiosity.
“I love you. Bye.”
Fearful of getting caught, Reed scrambled back into bed and had settled in at the exact moment Carter opened the door and stuck his head inside. A wide smile beamed across his handsome face.
“Oh, you’re finally up. You were dead to the world an hour ago when I tried to wake you.”
Feigning a yawn, Reed pushed his fingers through the tangled waves of his hair. “Yeah, you kept me up late last night.” He stretched and through sleepy eyes watched Carter’s dark gaze roam over his half-naked body. Reed wondered who Carter spoke to. Was it another man? Reed didn’t think so. A thought occurred to him: was Carter living a double life and married to a woman, pretending to be straight?
When Carter pounced on him, taking his mouth in a bruising kiss, however, Reed’s head spun, and as was becoming more frequent, he lost the ability to focus on anything except the furious need that built inside him at Carter’s touch. Reed forgot about the call and his doubts and thought about nothing except how much he wanted Carter again.
Chapter Five
‡
A month had passed, and he shouldn’t be as excited as he was to see Carter this weekend, yet as Reed rushed to get dressed for work and packed his bag, he couldn’t help the stupid grin he knew rested on his face. Something about the illicit nature of their arrangement made it fun and different, almost like a movie script or something in a book. Making love in front of the window last time proved to be a huge turn on and Reed spent many nights re-living that experience, until the mere thought of it gave him a hard-on. It certainly wasn’t anything Reed ever expected to happen to him. He thought he was too ordinary a guy, but for some crazy reason Carter wanted him.
And God, did he want Carter. The weeks away from him were turning torturous; too many times he wanted to text him, but remembering what Carter had said from the beginning—that this was purely a sexual relationship—Reed held back and contented himself with his hand and increasingly vibrant sexual fantasies. Only once these past weeks did Reed allow his curiosity free rein, and he
Reed smiled. “I think that’s the best idea you’ve had all night.”
Carter swatted his ass as he walked by. “I’m full of good ideas.”
* * *
Reed lifted his head from the pillow and squinted at the bedside clock. Nine a.m. He groaned and flopped back down on the pillow while simultaneously stretching the early morning kinks from his sore body. Not that he was complaining—he couldn’t hold back the smile that tugged at his lips. He and Carter had stayed up into the early morning hours, mapping out the contours of each other’s bodies with lips, hands, and tongues. Reed didn’t think he’d ever felt so wanted in his life.
He rolled over to curl up to Carter’s warmth. “Hey, how’re you—”
No one was there, and the bedding was cold to the touch, as if it had been empty for a while. Still a bit fuzzy from the all-night marathon, Reed scrubbed the sleep from his eyes, disappointed Carter wasn’t there with him to wake up and say good morning.
After using the bathroom and brushing his teeth, Reed cocked his head, certain he heard voices from the outer room. Did Carter plan on inviting someone else to share their weekend? Reed had no intention of joining in a threesome and was about to walk into the living room when he heard Carter laugh. It sounded carefree—not designed to seduce, but real and from the heart. And even though he knew it was wrong, Reed couldn’t help but listen in on the conversation.
“I miss you so much. I’ll be home tomorrow night, and we can have dinner together, okay?”
Reed inched closer, straining to hear through the closed door. He knew he shouldn’t eavesdrop, yet he wanted to know more about Carter. They might have agreed to keep their private lives separate, but Reed couldn’t help his curiosity.
“I love you. Bye.”
Fearful of getting caught, Reed scrambled back into bed and had settled in at the exact moment Carter opened the door and stuck his head inside. A wide smile beamed across his handsome face.
“Oh, you’re finally up. You were dead to the world an hour ago when I tried to wake you.”
Feigning a yawn, Reed pushed his fingers through the tangled waves of his hair. “Yeah, you kept me up late last night.” He stretched and through sleepy eyes watched Carter’s dark gaze roam over his half-naked body. Reed wondered who Carter spoke to. Was it another man? Reed didn’t think so. A thought occurred to him: was Carter living a double life and married to a woman, pretending to be straight?
When Carter pounced on him, taking his mouth in a bruising kiss, however, Reed’s head spun, and as was becoming more frequent, he lost the ability to focus on anything except the furious need that built inside him at Carter’s touch. Reed forgot about the call and his doubts and thought about nothing except how much he wanted Carter again.
Chapter Five
‡
A month had passed, and he shouldn’t be as excited as he was to see Carter this weekend, yet as Reed rushed to get dressed for work and packed his bag, he couldn’t help the stupid grin he knew rested on his face. Something about the illicit nature of their arrangement made it fun and different, almost like a movie script or something in a book. Making love in front of the window last time proved to be a huge turn on and Reed spent many nights re-living that experience, until the mere thought of it gave him a hard-on. It certainly wasn’t anything Reed ever expected to happen to him. He thought he was too ordinary a guy, but for some crazy reason Carter wanted him.
And God, did he want Carter. The weeks away from him were turning torturous; too many times he wanted to text him, but remembering what Carter had said from the beginning—that this was purely a sexual relationship—Reed held back and contented himself with his hand and increasingly vibrant sexual fantasies. Only once these past weeks did Reed allow his curiosity free rein, and he
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