Drawn: A Hammer Novel by Sean Michael

Author:Sean Michael
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Gay BDSM Romance
Publisher: Torquere Press
Published: 2011-07-24T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Giles woke up to his phone ringing, Marisa’s ring tone filling the air with “Day-O.”

God, he’d been asleep. Again.

He headed to his pants, the skin on his back buzzing nicely, and grabbed his phone. “’Lo?”

“Giles? Where are you?” His twin sounded worried.

“Huh?”

“You’re not at the studio. Where are you?”

He frowned. “Are the paintings okay?”

“Yes. Yes, of course they are. They’re stunning. I’m worried about you, dork. You’re always at the studio.” She laughed softly. “Do you want to have lunch? I haven’t seen you in days.”

The urge to say no was huge. He wanted to stay with Harrison for a little longer. Still, she was his sister, his twin, and he felt a little pang.

Harrison rolled over in the bed. “Giles?”

He nodded. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you. I’ll go in the other room.”

“Giles?” Marisa sounded shocked. “Are you with a lover?”

“Shut up.”

“You are!” She squealed. “Oh, my God!”

“S’okay -- who is that?” Harrison stretched. “I can hear them from here.”

“My sister the banshee.” He actually laughed, shook his head. “Can I take a rain check? Please?”

“Yes, but I want to meet him. Dinner. My house. Tomorrow. If he can’t, just text. We’ll make something yummy.”

“That’s fair. I’ll text. Love you, huh?”

“Of course you do. Are the canvases off the easel ready for framing?”

He thought about that, about which ones were last. “They are.”

“Good. Do not freak out when you get home and they’re gone.”

“I won’t.”

Her laughter sounded again. “You will, too. Bye, Gilly.”

“Bye, Silly.”

He hung up, all grins.

“Gilly? Did she call you Gilly?” Harrison laughed.

“She always has.” He laughed along. “She wants you to come to dinner tomorrow.”

“Yeah?” Harrison nodded. “I need to double-check my calendar, but I’d like that.”

“If you’re busy, I’ll cancel. She said it wasn’t a big deal.” He wanted Marisa to like Harrison.

Harrison stood and stretched and grabbed his laptop, bringing up a calendar screen. “No, I’m good.”

“Okay.” He reached down, grabbed his pants again. He needed to get dressed.

Harrison came over and rubbed his ass. “Mmm, where are you going?”

“Nowhere. Dressed.” Those hands felt so good. “I sleep a lot when I’m with you.”

“I’ve been with you -- you aren’t sleeping that much.”

“Feels like I am. You’re warm.”

“You’re may be sleeping more than you usually do, but that doesn’t make it a lot.”

That hand kept moving, distracting him from getting dressed. “Hmm?”

Harrison pulled him in close. “Come be warm with me.”

His pants fell from his fingers, the touch fascinating. Long fingers slid over his belly, almost tickling, but not.

“You’re painting me.” It was the hottest thing ever.

“Is that what I’m doing?”

“Yes.” He moaned, eyes on Harrison’s touch. It surprised him that his skin didn’t change colors.

“What color am I painting?”

“Red.” That was easy. Red.

“Red for passion.” Hunter’s fingers kept stroking over his skin. Red meant so much more than that, but it would work for now. “Is this red, too?” Harrison bent and licked at his shoulder, then ran the hot tongue along his collarbone.

“Bright. Red with yellow shot through.”

Harrison groaned and nibbled at his neck.

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