Page 2 of Shrouded Desires
Storm uncrossed his arms, then straightened. “Just like my sexuality, I don’t air my proclivities for all to see.” He pushed away from the counter, fed up with Tony’s insistence that they rehash something that was over with - at least as far as he was concerned. “Look, it was great while it lasted. You’ll make some lucky dominant a happy guy - but it won’t be me.” He reached out with one hand to lightly caress Tony’s cheek.
“Just like that!” Tony jerked away from his touch. “I gave you six months of mind-blowing sex and you’re kicking me to the curb?” His cheeks flushed as his chest began to rise and fall rapidly.
“Calm down.” Storm warned, his patience starting to wear thin. “I’d rather we part on amicable terms than enemies. There’s no need to turn this into a pissing contest.”
“Friends?” Tony repeated, his cheeks now red. “No way in hell, we’ll never just be friends, Storm. Not after I’ve ridden this dick.” He reached out to cup Storm’s crotch. “Felt it hit every cranny in my ass.” He gave Storm a hard squeeze. “And submitted to your every whim.”
Storm winced before shoving Tony’s hand aside. “Damnit, boy. You knew the score going in. If you didn’t want what I gave you, you had a safeword. All you had to do was open your damned mouth.” He put some distance between them by pacing to the other side of the kitchen.This is why I don’t do relationships. Too God damned messy.All he’d wanted to do after his last practice with the Colorado Nuggets, the NFL’s newest expansion team, was to come home, kick off his shoes, and relax with a brew - not fend off an overly aggressive submissive.
“So that’s the way it’s gonna be?” A sneer crossed Tony’s face. “I broke one of Storm’s golden rules and now I’m gone?”
Feeling a bit like a dick, but unable to help himself, he nodded. “If that’s the way you want to look at it, then yeah. I never promised you roses and happily ever after, Tony. Just hot sex and as much domination as your ass could handle while it lasted.”
“Unbelievable.” Tony threw his hands up in the air. “I should’ve listened to Jones. He warned me you wouldn’t settle down, no matter how tight my ass was, or how well I sucked your dick.”
Jones?
Storm stopped just shy of the kitchen door, before turning around to look at the man he’d once thoroughly enjoyed the hell out of dominating. Anger seethed inside him. “You talked to my agent?”
For a second, Tony looked almost uncertain, no scared. “I didn’t seek him out, Storm. I ran into him at a party a couple months after we started fucking around.”
“And? Naturally the topic of the conversation turned towards me?” His brain ran wild with ideas of how much damage control he was gonna have to do. He’d just settled into Colorado Springs. He didn’t need to rock the boat in such a conservative town.
“No, not at first.” The other man shook his head. “He asked if I was still catering for the team. And how some of you guys had big appetites - both in and out of the sack.”
Taking a few deep breaths, Storm attempted to calm himself down. If that’s all that happened, then he didn’t have to worry about Jonas Jones demanding more money. His agent knew about Storm’s proclivities, which was why Storm paid him nearly ten percent more than his other clients to keep it under wraps. “And?”
“And that’s when he warned me off you. Told me not to be swayed by your big hunk of chocolate. That it would only give me a toothache in the end, no matter how...”
“...tight your ass is, or how well you suck my dick.” Storm finished for him. “And kid, he was right. I’m nearing forty. I’m too set in my ways to be swayed by a young piece of ass like you.” He steeled himself as he pulled a truly dick move. “So, why don’t you go find some other sugar daddy to fuck, because I’m not buying.”
For a second, Storm could’ve sworn he saw tears well in the younger man’s eyes. Then the kid exploded. “You’re a fucking asshole, Storm Parkers. I hope one day you find you do have a heart, and someone throws it back in your face.”
“Heaven forbid.”
Seconds later the door slammed behind Tony as he fled Storm’s house. Sighing, he rubbed his hand over his bald head, barely noting that he needed to shave again. Some days, he decided, it just didn’t pay to get out of bed. “He’s young. He’ll get over it.”
After turning off the kitchen light, he grabbed a cold beer from the fully stocked fridge before heading toward the living room. All he wanted now was to flop on his couch, crack his beer open and watch a little mindless violence on tv.
He’d just settled in to watch a rerun of Lethal Weapon, when his cell rang. A quick glance at the screen had him muting the tv, even as he answered the phone.
“Hey beautiful, how’s my favorite lady doing?”
He froze as soft feminine sobbing filled his ear.
“Lizzie, what’s wrong, sweetheart?” Dread filled his stomach.
“Aw, Master Storm, he’s in the hospital.”
“Who’s in the hospital? Rainy or Max?” He named off the two most important men in her life: her dominant and her best friend.
“Master.” Her voice cracked, before she drew a deep breath and continued. “It happened at the club. Rainy called me, and they took him to the hospital.”
“Fuck.” He surged to his feet, ready to come to his best friend’s aid.
“They think he had a heart attack.” The sound of her sniffling echoed through the line. “They…they just took him into surgery.” A deep shuddering sigh filled his ear. “...something about ... emergency bypass surgery being needed.” The last part of her sentence broken up until he could barely understand her. Fear raced through him. Lizzie’s whole world revolved around Max.If he dies…
He pushed that thought away as he grabbed his car keys off the stand next to the couch. “Is there someone with you, sweetheart?”
