grace to be embarrassed, Tom had
shaken his head with a small, condescending smile. “Jeff, Jeff, always the romantic to
the bitter end. I didn"t plan what happened last night. An old friend happened by. One
thing led to the next. It"s no big deal.”
“No big deal? One minute you"re in bed with me, whispering how you"ll miss me,
the next you"re fucking some guy who just happens by ? I thought we had something
special!”
“We did. We do. But it"s not like we"re married, for god"s sake. Surely you can"t be
so naïve to think I"m seeing no one but you? You know I can"t stand someone who"s
clingy. Maybe it"s good this happened. I"m beginning to see just how needy you are. It"s
really not an attractive trait, Jeff. You might want to work on that. Good luck to you.”
And with that, he was gone.
Tom hadn"t been his first lover, but he"d been the first to capture Jeff"s heart.
Beyond the heartbreak of loss, the casual ease with which Tom had cast him aside had
made his humiliation complete.
Even when time and reflection allowed Jeff to admit maybe there had been more
lust than love at work on his side as well, the pain of his humiliation remained. It would
not, he promised himself, happen again.
When the chance to move from Boston to Colorado had fallen into his lap, he"d
accepted the move as fate—he"d make a fresh start and meet someone new. And this
time he"d think with his head instead of his heart and his cock.
But somehow, once the walls were raised, he found it hard to lower them, not yet
ready to risk the bruising of his heart. Instead he retreated into a kind of emotional
deepfreeze. No one, until now, had penetrated the walls of ice.
He realized Reese was watching him and he felt the heat rise in his cheeks. He
found himself wanting to tell Reese about Tom, but he kept silent, instead losing
himself in Reese"s gaze. Reese reached out, touching his face with one finger.
“I have to kiss you,” Reese whispered, his voice husky.
Jeff leaned forward, drawn in spite himself to the handsome man. As their lips
touched, all thought of Tom flew from his mind like a mist burning away at break of
day.
Chapter 3
“What"s with you tonight?”
“Huh?” Reese turned distractedly toward Hank. They were lingering over dessert
and fine brandy at a very expensive restaurant Hank had chosen.
“You got a cold sore or something? You keep touching your mouth. And I don"t
think you"ve heard anything I said for the past thirty minutes.”
“What?” Reese dropped his hand from his lips and focused on Hank. “No, I don"t
have a cold sore, for god"s sake. And yeah, I heard you. You were telling me about your
latest investment in the Internet porn industry.”
“That was fifteen minutes ago. Just now I was talking about what our next bet
should be, once you deflower the innocent Mr. Hartman. The heart man. Get it? He"s
got a heart. We don"t.”
Reese startled at these words. We don’t. Until recently, he would have readily
agreed. Hearts were made to be broken—better to dispense with them altogether. So
why was he offended by Hank"s inclusion?
Reese slipped back into his reverie. That kiss—he could still feel it. It made no
sense, and yet there it was. He couldn"t seem to stop reliving that single, chaste kiss.
He"d planned more, of course. Lips would part, tongues would touch, hearts would
pound, hands would roam, cocks would rise. When he had Jeff panting and yearning,
he"d stop the action. He"d pulled away, saying they should wait. They were rushing.
They had to slow down.
He"d had his lines ready: Jeff, I want you, but not this way. Let’s take our time … That
way, when he returned to finish the job on Saturday night, Jeff would be begging for it.
But something had gone wrong. Or not wrong, exactly, but certainly not according
to plan. When their lips had touched, something deep and aching had burst open inside
Reese, leaving him nearly breathless with a confused,
shaken his head with a small, condescending smile. “Jeff, Jeff, always the romantic to
the bitter end. I didn"t plan what happened last night. An old friend happened by. One
thing led to the next. It"s no big deal.”
“No big deal? One minute you"re in bed with me, whispering how you"ll miss me,
the next you"re fucking some guy who just happens by ? I thought we had something
special!”
“We did. We do. But it"s not like we"re married, for god"s sake. Surely you can"t be
so naïve to think I"m seeing no one but you? You know I can"t stand someone who"s
clingy. Maybe it"s good this happened. I"m beginning to see just how needy you are. It"s
really not an attractive trait, Jeff. You might want to work on that. Good luck to you.”
And with that, he was gone.
Tom hadn"t been his first lover, but he"d been the first to capture Jeff"s heart.
Beyond the heartbreak of loss, the casual ease with which Tom had cast him aside had
made his humiliation complete.
Even when time and reflection allowed Jeff to admit maybe there had been more
lust than love at work on his side as well, the pain of his humiliation remained. It would
not, he promised himself, happen again.
When the chance to move from Boston to Colorado had fallen into his lap, he"d
accepted the move as fate—he"d make a fresh start and meet someone new. And this
time he"d think with his head instead of his heart and his cock.
But somehow, once the walls were raised, he found it hard to lower them, not yet
ready to risk the bruising of his heart. Instead he retreated into a kind of emotional
deepfreeze. No one, until now, had penetrated the walls of ice.
He realized Reese was watching him and he felt the heat rise in his cheeks. He
found himself wanting to tell Reese about Tom, but he kept silent, instead losing
himself in Reese"s gaze. Reese reached out, touching his face with one finger.
“I have to kiss you,” Reese whispered, his voice husky.
Jeff leaned forward, drawn in spite himself to the handsome man. As their lips
touched, all thought of Tom flew from his mind like a mist burning away at break of
day.
Chapter 3
“What"s with you tonight?”
“Huh?” Reese turned distractedly toward Hank. They were lingering over dessert
and fine brandy at a very expensive restaurant Hank had chosen.
“You got a cold sore or something? You keep touching your mouth. And I don"t
think you"ve heard anything I said for the past thirty minutes.”
“What?” Reese dropped his hand from his lips and focused on Hank. “No, I don"t
have a cold sore, for god"s sake. And yeah, I heard you. You were telling me about your
latest investment in the Internet porn industry.”
“That was fifteen minutes ago. Just now I was talking about what our next bet
should be, once you deflower the innocent Mr. Hartman. The heart man. Get it? He"s
got a heart. We don"t.”
Reese startled at these words. We don’t. Until recently, he would have readily
agreed. Hearts were made to be broken—better to dispense with them altogether. So
why was he offended by Hank"s inclusion?
Reese slipped back into his reverie. That kiss—he could still feel it. It made no
sense, and yet there it was. He couldn"t seem to stop reliving that single, chaste kiss.
He"d planned more, of course. Lips would part, tongues would touch, hearts would
pound, hands would roam, cocks would rise. When he had Jeff panting and yearning,
he"d stop the action. He"d pulled away, saying they should wait. They were rushing.
They had to slow down.
He"d had his lines ready: Jeff, I want you, but not this way. Let’s take our time … That
way, when he returned to finish the job on Saturday night, Jeff would be begging for it.
But something had gone wrong. Or not wrong, exactly, but certainly not according
to plan. When their lips had touched, something deep and aching had burst open inside
Reese, leaving him nearly breathless with a confused,
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