Murder and Mayhem 01 - Murder and Mayhem by Rhys Ford

Author:Rhys Ford [Ford, Rhys]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Twelve

Dante knew the moment Rook surfaced from his dreams. There was no mistaking it. As Los Angeles screamed along its merry little way, shut out by thick curtains across the hotel’s soundproofed windows, Rook’s skin began to hum beneath Dante’s hand.

It was as if he’d stuck his fingers into a fast-moving current, a stream of energy catching on the ridges of his fingers and palm. There was no change in the man’s breathing, not a shivering flicker of lashes over his cut-glass cheekbones, but something intangible fired on inside of Rook’s being, and Dante wondered if his hand would cook beneath the buzz slithering through Rook’s nerves.

He took a chance and kissed the nape of Rook’s neck, taking a moment to catch his teeth on the fine hairs there before pulling slightly away, waiting for Rook to respond.

There was nothing big at first, nothing overt, but there was a skipping pulse under Dante’s wrist where he’d laid his arm over Rook’s uninjured shoulder and over his chest, the quick stamp of a heartbeat caught up in its own excitement.

“I can feel you thinking, Rook,” Dante whispered, nibbling on Rook’s earlobe until he got a hissing response. “Don’t pretend you’re sleeping. What do you think is going to happen if you don’t wake up?”

“Like you’d have the good manners to sneak out and pretend nothing happened between us.”

Typical Rook. Shove away. Deflect, then stab Dante with a hint of something soft and longing beneath the bravado. He didn’t rise to the bait. Instead Dante found the spot on Rook’s ear he’d discovered last night and delicately blew on it.

“Stop that. It tickles, and I hurt when I laugh.” Rook moved slowly under him, too carefully for Dante’s liking. “God, I fucking hurt everywhere. Wasn’t like this a couple of hours ago when I got up to piss and brush my teeth. Shit, it was only a damned Ford speck.”

“That speck was enough to bruise you something fierce. It’s time for another round of pills.” He was about to pull back when Rook dug his fingers into Dante’s thigh. “What? No?”

“No.” Rook shook his head, twisting slightly in Dante’s embrace until his shoulders rested on the arm Dante slung underneath him. “I don’t like what they do to me. Make me all fuzzy. I’ve got to watch my wits when I’m around you, Montoya.” He hitched his breath once, then murmured, “Dante.”

“I’d rather have you fuzzy than in pain. How about some ibuprofen?” Rook’s subtle nod spilled his chestnut hair over Dante’s arm, and he tugged at a lock as he slipped off the bed. “Wait here.”

He was mildly amused to find Rook still there, in bed, waiting for him.

With the sun in full possession of the sky, the ambient light creeping out from under the room’s curtains was more than enough to illuminate the space. Their clothes were everywhere, and neither one of them had given a second thought to the couch lying on its back in the middle of the room.

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