Page 67 of Third Time Lucky

He cries out and I lean closer, smothering the sound with my lips. I feel the warm release on my fingers and feel a burst of pleasure and adrenaline rushing through me. I did that.

Making Joey come feels like winning a damn championship. I want to do it again. I want to spend the night with my arms around him, keeping him close to me. Safe with me.

This is how it’s supposed to feel.

I don’t know how I know it, but it’s true. For the first time in my life I don’t feel like rushing to get out the door. I don’t want to shower or move on.

I want more of him. More of this.

It’s no longer a question that needs answering.

Joey sags between me and the wall with a sigh. “Did that happen, or did I pass out in the car?”

I turn him to face me and lower my head to brush my lips against his. “It happened.”

My hand is covered in come and I wipe it on my jeans before I’m tempted to taste it. One thing at a fucking time.

“It doesn’t make any sense,” Joey says, sounded bemused. “You’re a two-point-five.”

I stop and look up, wishing I could see his expression. “I’m a what?”

“It means you aren’t gay. And you wouldn’t even think about going skycla—Argh!”

Before he’s finished, a blast of light nearly blinds me. I slap my hand over my eyes, seeing spots and solar flares. “Son of a bitch.”

“Guess again.” The amused female voice jolts us both like a cattle prod in the balls. “I told you it wouldn’t take that long. Hope you weren’t too bored.”

“I knew it,” Joey swears, fumbling with his pants as I hurriedly zip up my jeans, grimacing at the damp spot. “Her timing is too suspect. I’m talking to Carter about his camera placement tomorrow.”

I’m about to tell him I positioned us to make sure no one could see him, just in case. But now that he’s coming into focus, something holds my tongue. He looks off. Instead of a post-orgasm flush, there’s a gray cast beneath his olive complexion that worries me. He seems agitated. Did I do something wrong? “Are you okay?”

“You’re always asking that.” He closes his eyes as we start moving and I’m not sure what to do.

“Joey?”

“I need a minute, that’s all. If you’re worried, that was the best handshake I’ve ever had.”

Something warm and shining unfurls inside me. “I could say the same.”

I’m so fucked.

The doors slide open and I put my arm out, making sure they won’t close on us again until he gets into the hall.

Joey doesn’t look at me as he starts for his door. “Tonight isn’t good for gaming,” he says abruptly. “You have company.”

“They’re fine. You look like you’re about to pass out.”

He stops to stare at me suspiciously. “Are you trying to take care of me?”

Does he think I’m going to dump him at his door after what we did? Who would do that?

“I know that was unexpected,” I start.

“You think?” His laugh is weak and short-lived. “I didn’t have humping the neighbor in a stalled elevator on my bingo card. Did you?”

Now I know something’s wrong. “Joey.”

“Sorry. I’m drink. Drunk.” He puts a hand on his head. “Whiskey might be the devil. Also hot wings.”

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