Page 34 of Tell No One
“What’s the point in having more than you need?”
“Have you got everything you need?” Tag asked.
“Possibly not, but maybe I want something money can’t buy.”
“Kids?”
“No.”
Tag’s erection was pressed against Delaney’s thigh. Delaney hadn’t been hard, but now he was getting that way.Inevitablewas the word in his head. This had felt inevitable from the moment he’d seen Tag walk into that room and up onto the stage with the others. A pony but not a pony. Maybe he’d known from when he’d been shown Tag’s photo. Not his type, but…
“I could be useful. I put on the performance of a lifetime for that recording. You have a very big dick by the way, I kept talking about it.”
Delaney groaned. “Did you?”
“Yeah, they’ll all be jealous. And I can pick pockets, remember.”
“That’s true, but pick mine again and you’ll be sorry.”
“So what now?” Tag asked. “And I don’t meannownow, because even though I’m hard as nails, we might get spotted. But I don’t want you to just fuck me and dump me, even if you give me three thousand quid. Especially not if you do that.”
“Sure about that?”
“Yes, I fucking am.”
Tag moved so that he lay over him, the insides of his thighs pressing against the outsides of Delaney’s, their cocks together with too much material between them.
“I’m not sure what’s the best thing to do.” Delaney sighed.
Tag gave a quiet laugh. “We don’t have a lot of choices at the moment. But I could do this.”
He came up on his knees, pressed his mouth to Delaney’s and at the same time slid his hand inside the front of Delaney’s trousers and boxers straight onto his cock.
Delaney gasped into Tag’s mouth and when Tag slid his thumb over his slit, rubbing in the wetness, Delaney performed the greatest miracle of his life, and lifted Tag back onto his seat. He tucked in his shirt and put on his seat belt.
“I’m going to take you home,” Delaney said.
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Home?Tag swallowed hard. What did that mean? Well, he knew what the wordhomemeant and…whatever his name was couldn’t be taking him back to Camden because he didn’t live there anymore. Sohishome?
“Your home?” Tag wanted to be sure.
“Yes.”
That was sort of good and…good.Is it?Strangely enough, Tag felt safe with Delaney, even though there was a gun in the boot, even though he’d lifted Tag off when things had been getting interesting, and Tag hadn’t imaginedhowinteresting. They’d both been hard.
“Tell me your real name,” Tag said. Then waited. And waited. “Are you thinking about it?”
“No.”
Despite his disappointment, Tag smiled. “So…shall I call you Del?”
“No.”
“Lane?”
“No.”
