Trust Me by L.A. Witt

Author:L.A. Witt [Witt, L.A.]
Language: nld
Format: epub
Tags: erotic MM, Romance MM
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

and set them on the counter. I pulled a glass out of the cabinet and dropped a

handful of ice cubes in it. That was just a habit. I didn’t care if my drink was

cold, lukewarm, or hot enough to burn my tongue, I just wanted it now. But I

was on autopilot, and the ice was habit, so there it was.

I unscrewed the cap on the vodka and poured myself a drink. I

supposed it could have been called a screwdriver, but really it was way too

much vodka mixed with just enough orange juice to turn the drink the palest

yellow-orange.

“That’s not going to help,” James said.

“Says the chain smoker?” I snapped.

He pursed his lips and looked away. “Point taken. Hell, pour me one

while you’re at it.”

I sighed and reached up to get a glass for him. “I’m sorry. That was

uncalled for.”

“It’s okay,” he said softly.

I said nothing. After I’d poured his drink, I slid the glass along the

counter, then picked up my own.

“To getting fucked up until nothing else matters,” I said, raising my

glass.

James hesitated. Then, “I’ll drink to that.” He clinked his glass

against mine, and, without breaking eye contact, we both brought our drinks

to our lips. Even while I took a sip, a much smaller one than I’d intended, I

didn’t look away from him. I rolled the vodka around in my mouth, watching

him do the same. I followed the ripple down the front of his throat as I

swallowed my own drink, and as the heat met my throat, my eyes met his

again.

Something in his gaze burned hotter than the vodka. My heart beat

faster, the only sound in the room besides ice tinkling against the insides of

our glasses.

I set my drink down.

He set his down.

For a few long seconds, we stared at each other. I silently weighed

the would we, should we, and just how fucking inappropriate was this in the

wake of a funeral against the want to, want to, need to.

He must have read my mind, my eyes, something, because he

grabbed my jacket and pulled me into a deep, violent kiss. I gripped the front

of his shirt in one hand, the back of his neck in the other, and returned his

kiss. I didn’t taste the alcohol, only him. Only his mouth, his desperation that

matched mine.

He broke the kiss. Panting against my lips, his fingers trembling on

my jacket, he whispered, “How much time do we have?” He moistened his

lips. “Before Nick and Andrew get here?”

“Don’t know.” I kissed him. “Probably not enough. I don’t…” My

lip brushed his, and I shivered. “I don’t fucking care.”

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