survivor; he thrived. And Jake was coming.
* * *
Jake got off the elevator and saw the door to the upper loft straight ahead of him. The guy at the desk downstairs had announced him, so Roan knew he was here. Jake’s heart beat so hard, he could hear it drumming in his ears. In a minute he’d see him, maybe touch him. Seven days. Shit, it felt like seven years.
He knocked. The door was opened immediately by a short, blond young man wearing huge black glasses and several prominently displayed watches grouped on his skinny arms. The guy thrust out a hand. “Hi, Jake. I’m Tick Tock, Roan’s assistant.”
“Uh…hi.” Jake took the offered hand and got a firmer shake than he might have predicted. “Tick Tock, is it?”
“Yep, I keep the man on time.” Tick Tock waved him inside. “C’mon in; we’re all anxious to see you.”
Jake hesitated. “All?”
Tick Tock took his arm and pulled him inside, then closed the door. “Well, Roan, of course, and Roan’s agent, Angie, and me.”
“Tick Tock, stop teasing the man.”
The voice actually tingled up his spine. Jake looked across what he was vaguely aware was a large open room with polished wood floors, Middle Eastern rugs, and ultramodern furniture, but he couldn’t really see anything except the man standing beside a polished open staircase.
A woman’s hand was stuck in front of him. “Hi, I’m Angie, Roan’s agent.” He took it and shook it, but he didn’t really see the woman. His eyes were too full.
He covered the distance to Roan and stared into his face. His hands came up as if to touch him, but then he remembered they had an audience, and he let his hands drop to his sides.
Roan got it. “Hey, guys, could you give us a minute?”
The woman giggled. “Sure, Roan.” And she pulled Tick Tock out of the room.
Some part of Jake’s mind wondered where they could go, since this was an open, loft-style apartment, but he didn’t care as long as they were gone. He cradled Roan’s face in his hands without taking a breath. Shit, yes, this was what he came for. Gazing into the green eyes, he said, “Okay?”
“Oh yeah.”
Jake closed his mouth over those soft, full lips. It was so amazing to kiss someone who was nearly as tall as he was, someone whose back was hard, lean muscle and whose arms surrounded him with strength as great as his own. Amazing and wonderful. He tried to control his breathing, though his dick was like steel. Why couldn’t he feel this way with Laney? Fuck, he didn’t care. He had Roan in his arms. After his tongue had thoroughly explored deep into the recesses of that sweet mouth, Jake pulled back. “Oh God, that’s one of my dreams come true.”
Roan laughed, soft and low, and then pressed his head against Jake’s shoulder, nuzzling against his neck. In a flash, Jake realized that in his entire life he’d never felt as much a man as he did at this moment with this beautiful creature cradled in his arms.
Jake looked up to find both Tick Tock and Angie had crept back into the room and were openly staring with huge smiles on their faces. He blushed a little. “Sorry, didn’t mean to be rude.”
The woman, who he now realized was a pretty brunette probably in her late thirties, said, “Making Roan happy is never rude.”
That made him smile. He was glad Roan had people who cared about him. Despite his beauty and obvious success, the man had a vulnerability that made Jake want to take care of him.
Roan pulled back a little from Jake’s embrace. “Okay, darlings, be off with you. Jake and I need some time alone to make lots of noise.” He looked up at Jake mischievously. “Will you still be here tomorrow?”
Despite blushing, Jake played the game. “If you’re very good to me tonight.”
“Love, I’d rather be very bad to you tonight.” He waved a hand at Tick Tock and Angie. “Go. Go. But come back tomorrow if you have time, and I’ll make something for an early dinner. Then you can get to know
* * *
Jake got off the elevator and saw the door to the upper loft straight ahead of him. The guy at the desk downstairs had announced him, so Roan knew he was here. Jake’s heart beat so hard, he could hear it drumming in his ears. In a minute he’d see him, maybe touch him. Seven days. Shit, it felt like seven years.
He knocked. The door was opened immediately by a short, blond young man wearing huge black glasses and several prominently displayed watches grouped on his skinny arms. The guy thrust out a hand. “Hi, Jake. I’m Tick Tock, Roan’s assistant.”
“Uh…hi.” Jake took the offered hand and got a firmer shake than he might have predicted. “Tick Tock, is it?”
“Yep, I keep the man on time.” Tick Tock waved him inside. “C’mon in; we’re all anxious to see you.”
Jake hesitated. “All?”
Tick Tock took his arm and pulled him inside, then closed the door. “Well, Roan, of course, and Roan’s agent, Angie, and me.”
“Tick Tock, stop teasing the man.”
The voice actually tingled up his spine. Jake looked across what he was vaguely aware was a large open room with polished wood floors, Middle Eastern rugs, and ultramodern furniture, but he couldn’t really see anything except the man standing beside a polished open staircase.
A woman’s hand was stuck in front of him. “Hi, I’m Angie, Roan’s agent.” He took it and shook it, but he didn’t really see the woman. His eyes were too full.
He covered the distance to Roan and stared into his face. His hands came up as if to touch him, but then he remembered they had an audience, and he let his hands drop to his sides.
Roan got it. “Hey, guys, could you give us a minute?”
The woman giggled. “Sure, Roan.” And she pulled Tick Tock out of the room.
Some part of Jake’s mind wondered where they could go, since this was an open, loft-style apartment, but he didn’t care as long as they were gone. He cradled Roan’s face in his hands without taking a breath. Shit, yes, this was what he came for. Gazing into the green eyes, he said, “Okay?”
“Oh yeah.”
Jake closed his mouth over those soft, full lips. It was so amazing to kiss someone who was nearly as tall as he was, someone whose back was hard, lean muscle and whose arms surrounded him with strength as great as his own. Amazing and wonderful. He tried to control his breathing, though his dick was like steel. Why couldn’t he feel this way with Laney? Fuck, he didn’t care. He had Roan in his arms. After his tongue had thoroughly explored deep into the recesses of that sweet mouth, Jake pulled back. “Oh God, that’s one of my dreams come true.”
Roan laughed, soft and low, and then pressed his head against Jake’s shoulder, nuzzling against his neck. In a flash, Jake realized that in his entire life he’d never felt as much a man as he did at this moment with this beautiful creature cradled in his arms.
Jake looked up to find both Tick Tock and Angie had crept back into the room and were openly staring with huge smiles on their faces. He blushed a little. “Sorry, didn’t mean to be rude.”
The woman, who he now realized was a pretty brunette probably in her late thirties, said, “Making Roan happy is never rude.”
That made him smile. He was glad Roan had people who cared about him. Despite his beauty and obvious success, the man had a vulnerability that made Jake want to take care of him.
Roan pulled back a little from Jake’s embrace. “Okay, darlings, be off with you. Jake and I need some time alone to make lots of noise.” He looked up at Jake mischievously. “Will you still be here tomorrow?”
Despite blushing, Jake played the game. “If you’re very good to me tonight.”
“Love, I’d rather be very bad to you tonight.” He waved a hand at Tick Tock and Angie. “Go. Go. But come back tomorrow if you have time, and I’ll make something for an early dinner. Then you can get to know
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