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Trying to clear my throat winds up in a strange half cough.“I may not have eaten lunch.Sometimes I forget.”
“Someone needs a keeper.”His expression makes me feel like a baby giraffe when a lion’s about to pounce.Maybe it’s paranoia?Or wishful thinking.
Because I had a keeper who pulled the rug out from under my life and then died.
PJ’s eyes get sharper.Brighter.“We’ll start you off easy.You’re a simple food guy, so you’ll probably like this waffle plac?—”
“Shit.”A glimpse of someone I definitely do not want to see has me spinning the other way without thinking.I come face-to-face with PJ, who had been sort of behind me and to the side, guiding my attention by pointing.
“Sorry,” I murmur.Our bodies are close.I’m practically clinging to him, and I don’t know why.“My wife’s best friend is over there.She humiliated the shit out of me at Marina’s funeral.If I go over there, I’ll do something I’ll regret.”
Or I won’t regret it.I’m pretty sure that would be worse.
“Hey.Take a breath.”PJ’s hand squeezes my arm, his expression softening in a way I don’t expect.
Breathing is tricky, though.I’m gulping air, my chest pushing against his.My pulse is like a runaway train.PJ’s outstretched arm comes around me in a way that feels protective, steady, andsafe.His touch shouldn’t feel that way, but it does.
The crowd noises fade with the thunder of the blood in my ears.There’s a hint of lightheadedness again, but instead of pulling away I curl my fingers into his suit jacket.I use him as an anchor.
Then I do the last thing even I expect.
I lick my lips.And then I push them against his.
ChapterFour
PJ
Oh,this is fucking delicious.One second, Fallon’s giving me baby deer energy, the next he’s attacking my mouth.
I’m not complaining.He’d rather grind on me than face whatever demons lurk behind him?It’s what I’m here for.
It’s a hot fucking kiss.His lips are smooth and firm.His body yields against mine.Instinct has me tightening my arm to pull him closer and kissing deeper.I don’t hate the press of his solid body.The way he moves against me, frantic and a little desperate?Didn’t expect it, but it’s getting me hard.
It’s good enough not to care that he’s using me right now.After all, I can use him right back.
“That’s good.”I tease my tongue against his parted lips to draw him out.“Give me more, baby.”
Fallon’s like a high-end car.Responsive.Built for smooth handling.Built to obey.His tongue sweeps into my mouth, charging forth with a sweet and bitter hint of beer.
I lean into the flurry of sensation in my stomach.It’s new and I want to learn more.My hands are grasping and greedy, coming up to the back of his neck and pulling him forward, seeking friction for my hardening cock.
Oh hell.His tongue tangles with mine, his hands clutching at my ass like he needs an anchor.
Someone bumps us from behind.Our teeth clash.
“Sorry,” he breathes.“I didn’t think this through.”
“Fuck sorry,” I tell him.Why does this guy apologize so much?I never apologize.
Sounds of sizzling, laughing, and orders being called out filter around us as I lead us both to a quieter spot.We’re at the end of the last row of food trucks, right next to a bank building that’s closed for the night.Aside from the automatic teller around the corner, the place is free of activity.The alley beside it is shrouded in darkness.
“I have an idea.Let’s go.”
He doesn’t resist, so I plow ahead.
I push him past the It’s All Waffles truck, past their gas-scented generator, and over to the side of the building, where I close the distance by giving Fallon a quick shove.He hits the stone wall behind him with a quietoof.
He pushes away with a startled-sounding breath.“I’m sorry.I didn’t mean to?—”
