Men of London 05 - Cross to Bare by Susan Mac Nicol

Author:Susan Mac Nicol [Mac Nicol, Susan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781942886990
Publisher: Boroughs Publishing Group
Published: 2015-10-28T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

Later that morning, lying on his bed and idly tracing whorls in Brook’s sweaty, matted chest hair, Lenny raised himself on one elbow and tried to ignore the discomfort in his recently pounded arse.

“So, you still owe me a story about your folks. Tell me.”

Brook shifted on the pillows and tucked his hands behind his head. The crumpled sheet lay gathered around his waist. “Mum’s a translator with the UN here in London. Dad—well, my dad is a diplomat here. He works at the Kenyan High Commission. He’s a financial attaché actually.” He sounded vaguely embarrassed.

Lenny sat up in awe. “Get out of here, really? I had no idea you had such a highbrow parentage.”

Brook shrugged. “Dad’s Kenyan born, Mum is Jamaican.” He laughed. “Dad always says he’s descended from the Masai tribe, a couple of times removed though. We’re still not sure if that’s true or what he wants to believe. He loves to think he’s descended from a great warrior nation.” He chuffed softly in amusement.

Lenny was fascinated. “How many brothers and sisters do you have?”

Brook was quiet for a while. Lenny kept himself busy caressing the curve of Brook’s ribs and waiting for his answer.

“Four. Two sisters. Two brothers. They’re scattered all over the world. I’m the middle son.”

Lenny couldn’t help the pang that leapt into his chest and stomach at those words. He remembered sunny days of laughter and fun with his little sisters at the farm. Jane had been eleven when Lenny had been thrown out, and Patrice only eight. He’d been their big brother, the one they’d looked up to and adored. Until his father had tainted their young minds with his lies. And then they’d died and there’d been no way to get any of it back when he was ready.

He cleared his throat. “That’s one big family. Are you close to them all?”

Brook nodded and his hand came out and stroked Lenny’s hair gently. “Yes. Me and my dad in particular. He jets all over the world but always has time to send me a text, or a picture from wherever he is. He calls me once a week without fail. Mum too. So yes, we’re close.”

Lenny sat up, pulling the covers around his waist as he nodded. “I’m glad you have that.”

There was silence for a while then Brook spoke. “You were incredible last night. Laverne, I mean. I’ve never seen anything like it before. It was—different.”

Lenny’s bones chilled.

What the hell did ‘different’ mean?

“Well, yeah, I imagine you don’t have that many boyfriends who dress up as a woman and parade themselves on a catwalk,” he said jokingly, fingers poking nervously at the swirls in the duvet. “I mean what would the odds be?”

Deep brown eyes regarded him steadily and Lenny plucked at the covers more frantically than before. “Let’s face it, Laverne and I are pretty awesome together, and I doubt there’s another one out there like me.” He laughed nervously.

What the hell is wrong with me? Why do

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