Page 67 of Heart Me Up
“And all of it was legal and none of it can be tied back to you. Impressive.” Not to mention kinda scary as fuck. I was glad Greg wasn’t pissed at me. “You’re a good friend. Craig’s lucky to have you.”
Greg quirked his lips. “You’re actually the first guy Craig’s dated who’s said anything like that. The others have either been jealous of our friendship or they just plain hated me.”
I put my hand to my chest and faked an expression of shock. “But you were so easy-going and friendly when I met you.“ He laughed.
“Come on, let’s go back inside. Craig and Callie are probably curious about what we’re out here discussing for so long.”
Maybe, but in the end neither of them asked. No reason to bring it up if they didn’t.
Eventually, after we’d consumed the snacks and sodas, Greg said he needed to take Callie home and then go spend some time with his boyfriend Jaime. He suggested Craig and I meet him and Jaime for dinner next week. I was curious what kind of man Greg would date, so after checking with Craig, I agreed.
As soon as the door was shut and locked behind them, I spun Craig around and pressed him against the wall.
“I need to kiss my boyfriend.”
Craig stopped laughing and gave me a shy smile. “Me too.”
The kiss was gentle and sweet. I broke away. “You’re an incredible man, Craig.”
“Yeah? You’re kind of okay yourself.” I smiled and stepped back from him, holding out my hand.
“Let’s take this to the bedroom.”
We snuck down the hallway as if our quiet footsteps might wake Malcolm when us carrying him to his bedroom hadn’t.
Once we’d shut the door behind us, Craig pulled me over to the bed and shoved me down.
“Oof,” I grunted. Craig lost no time climbing on top of me. We were wearing too many clothes, but when Craig lined our cocks up and began to thrust, I didn’t care anymore.
“I’m glad you’re mine,” I told him.
“Good.” He kissed me again, and I could feel his lips turning up into a smile even as our tongues met. My lips did the same.
* * *
Iwoke instantly when Craig patted my shoulder.
“Shh! Don’t say anything. Listen!” he hissed.
Was someone breaking into the house? I didn’t have my service weapon with me. I sat up and glanced at the clock—it wasn’t even 6:00am. Craig propped himself up on one elbow next to me.
“What?” I whispered.
“Just wait.” He sat up too and gripped my forearm. Then I heard it. Malcolm’s unmistakablestep-crutch, step-crutch.Craig must’ve gotten up at some point because the door to the bedroom was cracked open. I turned my hand over so I could thread my fingers through Craig’s. We waited, tense with anticipation, staring toward the hallway in the darkness.
The door to the bathroom shut and the light switch clicked. Craig and I held our breath.
“Motherfucker!” Malcolm shouted.
Craig and I fell into each other laughing.
Epilogue
Craig
Six Months Later
I twistedmy hands together anxiously as Foster turned the SUV down the ranch’s long driveway.
