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Excerpt:
© Copyright 2009 Ally Blue
Tyron fell forward onto Eli’s chest, panting. “Jesus Christ. That was fucking amazing.”
“It sure was.” Eli twisted until he could reach his own crotch, eased his prick from Tyron’s hole, then tugged off the condom. Letting it fall to the mattress, he wound both arms around Tyron’s nude body. “I have to tell you, I’m glad you’re out of that brace now. Makes it a whole lot easier for you to ride me like you just did.”
Tyron laughed. “You just got tired of doing all the work. Admit it.”
“I admit nothing.” Eli kissed the sweat from Tyron’s brow. “Hey, guess what today is?”
“Hm.” Tyron’s fingers trailed up Eli’s chest to toy with his nipple. “Tuesday?”
Eli swatted Tyron’s butt. “Other than that.”
Tyron rested his forehead on Eli’s collarbone with a groan. “Not another anniversary. Please.”
“Two months and three days.”
“Good lord.” Lifting his head, Tyron gave Eli a wide smile. “You’re a hopeless romantic, you know that?”
“Guilty.” Eli slid both hands down to cup Tyron’s rear. “Come on, I get to fuck this sweet little ass on a regular basis. Can you blame me for celebrating every day?”
Tyron shook his head. His eyes sparkled. “Big guy, you can celebrate all you want as long as you keep sticking it to me.”
“Got no plans to stop.” Taking one hand off Tyron’s butt, Eli raked his fingers through Tyron’s tangled hair. “I’m working till six tomorrow. You want me to swing by your place with dinner after I get off? Emmy’s invented a lentil chili hot enough to make your eyes water. I could bring some over, and we could watch a movie on your new Blu-ray.”
Tyron’s expression didn’t change, but his body tensed. “Why don’t I meet you at the bar instead? We haven’t been out to eat in a while.”
Eli suppressed a frustrated sigh. He’d been to Tyron’s place several times after New Year’s Day, but Tyron was still clearly uncomfortable having him there. The one time they’d had sex there, Tyron had flatly refused to invite Eli into his bedroom. They’d fucked on the sofa. It had been good, of course. As far as Eli was concerned, there was no such thing as bad sex with Tyron. But neither of them were teenagers anymore, and Eli liked a bit more comfort than the creaky old couch provided.
With that single exception, they’d never had sex anywhere but Eli’s place. Not that he minded, but it irritated him -- and to be truthful, hurt a little -- that he evidently didn’t inspire enough trust to be allowed to share Tyron’s bed. He wished he could work up the nerve to talk to Tyron about it.
Eli managed a smile and a nod. “Okay. I’ll meet you at I Heart That City at, oh, six fifteen? Does that sound okay?”
“Sounds great.” Tyron glanced at the clock beside Eli’s bed. “Uh-oh. Looks like your lunch break is almost over.”
Eli followed Tyron’s gaze. The clock read 12:20. Dammit.
“Yeah, but I’m the boss. Surely I can take an extra half hour if I want.” Eli squeezed Tyron’s ass and flashed his most engaging grin.
“Nope, not today.” Tyron rolled off Eli, sat up, and tugged on his hands. “Come on. Up.”
“Ah, come on.” Eli yanked Tyron back on top of him. “Just a few more minutes, huh? Lie here with me awhile.” He brushed his lips against Tyron’s, tongue flicking out in a way he happened to know Tyron loved. “Please.”
“Eli, before you ripped my clothes off and threw me on the bed like the Neanderthal you really are inside, you told me we only had an hour because you have a meeting at three and several deliveries to get done first. You need to go. And I have work to do myself.” Wriggling out of Eli’s grip, Tyron climbed off the bed, grabbed Eli’s hands again, and tugged. “C’mon, big guy. You can abuse your super-duper boss powers another day.”
Sighing, Eli let Tyron pull him to his feet. “Damn you and your logic.”
“That’s what you get when you date a computer geek.” Tyron pressed close to Eli, arms winding around his neck. “One more naked kiss, then we both have to get dressed.”
Eli was more than happy to oblige. He clutched Tyron close, one hand buried in his hair and the other kneading his ass while they kissed. All Tyron’s kisses were praiseworthy in their own way, but Eli adored the slow, languid, postsex ones Tyron had dubbed “naked kisses.” This was Tyron at his most open. His most vulnerable. Eli treasured these moments, fleeting as they were.
The kiss ended far too soon. Tyron drew out of Eli’s embrace, his lips curved into the sweet half smile that always made Eli’s stomach flutter. “Get dressed, Eli. You might be the boss, but you still don’t want to be late for a meeting.”
“True. I don’t think my potential client would appreciate it.” Eli picked up his bike pants and shirt from the floor and started putting them on. “You need a cab or are you walking?”
“Walking.” Tyron sat on the edge of the bed to get his underwear up to his knees, then stood and pulled them up. “It’s a beautiful day, and I don’t have far to go.”
Eli wasn’t surprised. Ever since Tyron had gotten the go-ahead from his doctor to exercise again, he’d started walking whenever he could. “Okay. You have your cell, right?”
In answer, Tyron lifted his black cargo pants and patted the pocket. “And before you ask, yes, I promise I’ll call you if I get in any trouble or if I need you for anything.”
Grinning, Eli pulled his bright red shirt over his head. “You can read me like a book.”
“Only ‘cause your book’s wide open for anyone to see.”
Unlike some people, Eli thought, watching Tyron shrug on his shirt and fasten the buttons. After two months and three days of official coupledom, Tyron was as much of a mystery as ever.
Once they were both dressed, they headed downstairs hand in hand. Eli grabbed his delivery bag from its spot beside the front door and followed Tyron onto the porch.
Outside, Eli locked the door, then gathered Tyron into his arms for a good-bye kiss. “I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
“Yeah, see you then.” Tyron nipped Eli’s chin before letting go of him. “Bye.”
“Bye.”
Eli watched Tyron descend the porch steps and start down the sidewalk while he unlocked his bike from the porch rail. As usual, he wondered where Tyron went and what he did. Eli knew better than to ask, though.
Slinging his bag onto his back, he carried his bike down the steps, mounted it, and sat there thinking hard. His remaining deliveries would take him toward the suburbs, but relentless curiosity tempted him in the opposite direction, deeper into downtown Richmond. The direction Tyron had taken. His first delivery was only a couple of blocks from his house. If he rode fast, he could get that one done and still catch up to Tyron before he got too far away to follow…
Eli shook himself. What the hell was he doing? He hadn’t snooped through Tyron’s apartment on New Year’s Day, when the man had slept like the dead for three whole hours before waking. No way in hell was he going to become a stalker now. If and when Tyron wanted to share his secrets with Eli, he would. Eli had no right to take those secrets against Tyron’s will.
Thus resolved, Eli kicked off and pedaled down the street toward his first afternoon delivery.