Page 27 of Shadowing My Dreams
“Good morning,” I opened the door and grinned at Arch. He looked even better today than he did yesterday, and I had to stop myself from asking himto go to his place and have my way with him right there. That was something that old Jack would do. I wanted a chance at something more. Slower might be better even if it was harder, and making me very hard in the process.
“Hi,” he replied bashfully.
I stepped outside and gestured for him to step backward. “Is it safe?” I held out my hand. “I really want to kiss you.”
“I don’t know,” he said huskily.
“Why don’t we…” I stepped forward, wrapped my arms around his waist, and pulled him into me. “see?” I bent down and tilted his chin up. Our lips met, and I stayed there for a second with my eyes open. Nothing changed. Then I kissed him the way he deserved to be kissed. Deeply – passionately – the way I wished I had kissed him last night. God, the thoughts that zoomed through my head as I tried to go to sleep were all of himand what I wanted to do with him. How I wanted to hear him laugh and moan as I entered him.
I was still a man whore. At least it wasn’t only my pleasure I was concerned with.
He placed his hands on my chest and I ground myself against him. My cock strained at the fabric of my shorts. “I’m fucking dying here,” I whispered into his mouth.
“Stop, Jack,” he giggled, and his voice sounded like the purest of bells. “We have work to do. Once we do this, we can do… that. Maybe?”
“Implication noted. But maybe? Oh, definitely. I just have to get my uh…” I gestured down at my hard cock. It stood out straight as it pushed against the fabric. The waistband stretched with its effort.
“That’s uh… wow. I don’t think I’ve…” His blush was fucking hot.
“It’ll fit. Trust me.” I chuckled and turned back to my open front door. “You coming? You soon will.”
“Stop. I have to concentrate, and you make me… you make that hard to do.” He said so bashfully that I had to stop myself from kissing him again.
“Morehard?” I smirked. “Harder? I don’t think it will get much harder, Arch.”
“God, you’re horrible. We went on one… uh…”
“Date? You can say the word.”
“Fine. Date.”
“You had fun. I know I did.”
“Yes, it was good to get to know more about you. You’re not exactly as I thought you were.”
“Well, I hope you’re ok with how I am because you did just let me play tonsil hockey.”
“God, you’re such a bro.”
“I think you like that, too.”
“I do not.” He clapped his hands and looked up the stairs. “We have work to do, Jack. I have information that will help us now that he sent over all the information.”
“You found out something.”
He nodded. “His name is Isaac Nelson – I think. It makes sense for that to be him. The previous owner kept all of her records, and he sent mea ton of scanned papers. No wonder it took so long. I should send him a thank you. Maybe a Doordash certificate.”
“What did you find out?”
“Isaac died in eighty-four. It doesn’t say anything more than he had been sick and died of natural causes. Maybe it was cancer? Maybe it was something else. But he died in the house. California law makes you tell new tenants or any kind of sale of property when someone has died in the place within ten years. It’s on all the records.”
“Why wasn’t I told that?”
“Are you listening? It’s only within ten years of the death, and you bought this place decades later, Jack.”
“He is the only person that I could find who died here. It has to be him.”
“What are we going to do? You’re gonna make me go back up there and touch you, right?”
