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“Fucker.”
    “Now you’re littering,” he grumbled.
    “Robby!”
    “Been circling every hour or so,” my brother said, waving me over. “Finally caught you. Drew said your sorry ass was in the area. Destitute. Homeless. As usual.”
    “For once I’m glad to see your face. What’s up, Tao?”
    “Is that the gratitude I get for coming to pick your ass up?” he groused, even as Tao, his partner, gave me a fist bump. “Get in. We’re in a fire lane.”
    “Shouldn’t I be wearing cuffs or something?” I asked as I clambered into the backseat. My leg was too tired to entertain them with my version of a perp walk.
    “In your dreams, perv.”
    “Settle it, you two,” Tao said mildly.
    As Robert peeled away, I spotted the bus lumbering up to the stop and sighed with relief. He was an annoying little twerp, but today my brother was a lifesaver.
    My apartment was dark, and I left it that way, making my way by the filtering light of the bathroom to my bed. I sat on the edge of the bed, glad I’d bothered to spend the extra money on a pillow-top mattress. I had to thank the South Carolina Doubletree, actually, where I’d once rented a room next to Cheating Spouse number forty-two. Ching! Fake register noise. Doubletree had to have the softest bed on earth, and I’d done my best to replicate it. The comforter was thick and dark brown, and I felt comfort for the first time all day.
    I rummaged through the bottom drawer of my nightstand until I had an orange prescription bottle in hand. Meloxicam. After I’d explained the exact nature of my leg problem to my doctor, the unconcerned bitch had rattled off a prescription that did absolutely nothing for me, but I persevered anyway, taking it doggedly every day. I’d been tempted to hit CVS, sweep a mass of OTC products into my basket, and go all mad scientist on my leg. But for now, I sighed and downed another meloxicam, dry.
    Take with food , the bottle screamed at me.
    Now that I was within two feet of a pillow? Highly unlikely. I fell back onto bed, pulling the covers over my head. It wasn’t until I was half asleep that I realized I was now down to a half a cig a day.
    “Fuckers,” I muttered, before drifting off.
    I knew nothing else until morning broke through my blackout curtains.

Chapter 3
     
    H IS EYES were wicked, stormy pools as he leaned over me, and I kept my eyes open as long as possible to watch his slow descent. I let them drift shut as his hot mouth fastened on the soft skin of my neck, and moaned a little.
    “You’re killing me,” I managed, threading my hands through the silk of his hair.
    “I’m trying,” he teased, working a hot trail with his tongue down my neck and around the muscles of my chest.
    My stomach contracted hard and bottomed out as he traced his way around my abs. His hand drifted down to my cock, which jutted upward for his attention. His hand instead palmed my balls gently and tugged a little as his tongue darted into the indentation of my belly button. His tongue went upward instead of down, and he used the broad side of it to surround one of my stiff nipples.
    “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I groaned, working my waist like a freaking belly dancer to try to get my dick closer to his hand, his skin, his mouth, his anything.
    Soft laughter ensued before his hand finally took control of my leaking cock. “This what you wanted?”
    “You’re such an ass.”
    He worked his hand up and down, the precum dribbling from the mushroomed head slicking his way. God, I’d never been so turned on or hard. I even heard ringing in my ears. He leaned in, his voice whisper soft as he neared my ultrasensitive ear. “Maybe you should get that.”
    “Get what?” I shook my head in response, and feeling his hand draw away from my cock, I grabbed for his wrist. “Don’t stop.”
    “Pick up. Pick up.” God, even his breath wafting across my face was delicious. He smelled like mint and strawberry gum.
    “Jordan,” I