“You seriously think you need to do this? Really?”
Kinzer bound rope around Hayde’s wrists, tying him to the bedpost in their new motel room. They’d driven back to Atlanta, where Kinzer was to meet up with his contact who would hopefully have some useful info about Feinstein Corp. Something that could lead him to Veylo.
“Considering I don’t know what the fuck you’re up to right now,” Kinzer said. “Yeah, I do.”
“Whatever.”
Kinzer checked his phone. The text read: “I’m here.”
It was Lyle. He’d booked two rooms, so he could just do him and get it over with. Then if he had something useful, he and Hayde could get on their way.
“I shouldn't be gone too long,” he said. “Just have to see if this guy’s found anything.”
“He couldn’t just tell you over the phone?” Hayde asked. A knowing gleam entered his eyes. “Oh… No. I guess he couldn’t, because then what would you have given him in return? Lemme guess, this isn’t exactly a cash deal?”
Kinzer looked at the floor. He rose from the bed and headed for the door.
“Seriously?” Hayde called out behind him.
Kinzer spun back around.
“What?”
“Nothing. Just… good luck with that.”
“Fuck you.”
Kinzer headed out the door. He met Lyle in the parking lot, and they went to the room he’d booked for them.
As he opened the door, he glanced at the queen bed, the wooden frame around it chipped and cracked. A powerful mildew scent filled Kinzer’s nostrils.
“I would say sick,” Lyle said, “but I think this is gonna kind of make it better.”
Kinzer led him in and closed the door, forcing a smile.
“You find anything?” he asked.
Lyle wrapped his arms around Kinzer and caressed his ass.
“Let’s not talk business right now. We can discuss that later.”
Kinzer chuckled. He was almost laughing at the situations he found himself in these days. He didn’t want to do this. He wanted something real… something meaningful… and this was anything but that.
But he’d gotten through it before and he’d get through it again.
He took a breath and kissed Lyle.
It was so different from the sort of kiss he’d shared with Hayde. Even though they were enemies, there was a fire, an electricity that a dead interaction like this couldn’t mimic.
He imagined Lyle was Hayde. It was the only way he believed he could get through this. He pushed him back on the bed and quickly removed his clothes.
Lyle did the same before Kinzer pounced on top of him, and they began making out.
Lyle pulled away for a moment. “Suck my dick,” he said forcefully.
Kinzer kissed his way down Lyle’s neck, down his abdomen, to his pelvis.
He reminded himself that it wouldn’t last long and then licked his tongue along Lyle’s shaft.
