Out of the Blues by Mercy Celeste

Author:Mercy Celeste [Celeste, Mercy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Gay & Lesbian, Literature & Fiction, Fiction, Gay, Romance, Gay Romance, Sports, Genre Fiction, Lgbt, Gay Fiction
Amazon: B017SXYXLS
Publisher: MJC Press
Published: 2015-11-09T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Kilby’s wake-up call.

I knew the moment he walked into the room. He’d gotten under my skin. I lay still while he put his things down and went into the bathroom. This afternoon in the car…I rolled onto my back and pulled the covers over myself while I tried to figure out what was different about this afternoon with Mason in his car.

It was just sex. Good sex, but just sex. I kept telling myself he was too young and too confused and I was too fucking horny and he was available and it was just some guy I’d never see again and it was okay.

It wasn’t okay.

I wasn’t that guy. Not anymore. Maybe when I was twenty-five and heartbreak wasn’t something I knew anything about.

Mason wasn’t the kind to fuck around. Maybe he’d fucked around with girls, I didn’t know. I didn’t care. Maybe he’d go back to fucking around with girls when he went back to wherever it was he was hiding. And he was hiding that was for damned sure. He had a fucked up family and hadn’t grieved the loss of the only parent who seemed to give a shit about him personally. And I was that guy taking advantage of him. I never wanted to be that guy. Not again.

The shower came on after a minute or two of him trying to piss quietly, and fuck, these walls were thin. I could hear the shower curtain, not the hooks sliding over the rod, but the actual curtain rustling. I could hear him breathe. I could hear every splash of water as he moved around. I could hear him gasp. I could hear the slapping sound that could only be one thing, his slight moan, my name. Fuck.

And just like that, that guy that I swore to never be couldn’t control his own dick and I became that guy. Wanting something I shouldn’t even look at much less touch. And fuck, Mason Foxworth was a fucking lodestone, he drew me to him, from the very first moment he walked into that fucking coffee shop, I wanted him.

He finished quickly, soaping up again by the sound of the thumping of the soap on the floor and his muffled curse. I rolled back onto my stomach and slipped my hand under me. No way was I going to survive him walking out here in nothing but a towel. I had a couple of minutes at most, I could bring myself off. I humped into my hand. The sheets would be stained. I didn’t care. I was so fucking…I jumped when he ran his hand over my ass.

“Don’t stop on my account,” he said softly. Fuck, I hadn’t heard him come out of the bathroom. His touch was phantom soft. I pulled one knee up along the bed, spreading my ass open for him…I didn’t think he’d touch me there…I didn’t know what I wanted, I was acting on complete instinct with someone who may as well be a virgin for all he knew about men…or me.

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