The Hidden Law: A Henry Rios Novel (Henry Rios Mysteries Book 4) by Michael Nava

Author:Michael Nava [Nava, Michael]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Persigo Press
Published: 2019-07-01T00:00:00+00:00

Meaty smells rose from the tumble of the bed. The sheets twisted beneath him and his head sank into a pillow as I pushed into him. He grunted, pulled his legs tighter on my shoulders. I bent down as far as I could, our chests touching. He lifted his head and kissed me roughly. With his free hand, he rubbed the tip of his cock against my stomach muscles. I raised myself up to keep from slipping out of him, and he jerked himself off, his warm come spilling across my skin. I stayed in him until I also came, then pulled out slowly. He grinned as he peeled off the rubber and dropped it beside the bed.

“Don’t you wish old Jesse Helms could see us now?”

I grinned back. “No, not particularly.” I flopped down on the bed beside him. “Of course, I’m old enough to remember when fucking a boy wasn’t a political action.”

“I haven’t been a boy in a long time.”

“You’re not from here, are you?”

He rested his head on my chest. “I came out from Tennessee to go to school, a long time ago. I was nineteen and pretty and there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do in bed. I had a lot of friends.” He threaded his fingers through my pubic hair. “Thing is, you don’t stay young and pretty forever. It began to take more and more booze to keep up the illusion, not that anybody but me was fooled. The friends drifted off, the party moved on, and I woke up one morning and I was thirty-one, broke and a drunk.” There was rue but no self-pity in any of this. “It was either pop a handful of pills or start over.”

“That how you ended up at SafeHouse?”

“Yeah, saved my life. What’s your story?”

I lay a hand on his hard belly. “We have booze and sobriety in common,” I said.

“You’re the first guy I’ve had sex with since I got sober,” he said. “I wasn’t sure I’d be able to, without the booze and the drugs.”

“Um, you did fine.”

He laughed. “You have a lover, Henry?”

I finished with the towel and tossed it aside. “He moved out. I think we’re in the middle of splitting up.”

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“You want to go out and get something to eat?”

“Sure, let’s clean up.”

After dinner I dropped Lonnie off at his place and drove home on Sunset. It was a beautiful night. I rolled down the windows, opened the sunroof, and a cool wind flooded through the car. At Sunset Plaza the sidewalk cafés were jammed with late night diners sitting in the glow of candlelight over pricey pasta dishes. Haute couture mannequins postured in the boutique windows. A woman in red leather walked a Great Dane while, behind her, the lights of the city blazed through the clear air. I was absurdly happy. For a couple of hours, I had drifted on possibilities, something that had not happened in a long time, and it had been delicious.

When I got home there were four messages on the answering machine and the phone was ringing.

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