“What time are you off?” he asked.
I answered him with a dubious look. “Does it matter?”
Kevin shivered. “No. Ronan.”
I smiled, proud, then kissed him goodbye and started my day. Tuesday was here and the next ten hours couldn’t go fast enough. I spent the whole drive to work thinking about things I could do to Kevin when we were home. There had to be new games I could play with the toys we already had.
He’d gone twelve days without coming, maybe as a reward for his patience I could give him twelve orgasms. That would more than double the number I’d given him on our first date. The idea of it seemed fitting. With Kevin back from Colorado and the risk of whatever Foster had brought down on us mitigated, draining Kevin’s body of every fluid he possessed seemed like a great way to start the rest of our lives.
I parked at the hospital on the third floor of the structure, in the same spot as always, and wondered if there was a way I could funnel his own piss back into him, as giving him mine seemed counterproductive to the plan to drain him. I’d have to think about that one while I was at work.
Inside, I locked my things into my locker and didn’t bother to stop my mind from heading down a dark road, finding myself day dreaming about things far more dangerous than we’d ever done before. I thought about taking Kevin back to the cabin, setting him loose in the woods and trying to find him. I thought about catching him, drugging him…
I leaned against the nurses’ station, hoping it would do more to hide my thickening cock than my scrubs did. The nurse on duty passed me a stack of files, and I flipped open the first one, a broken finger that needed to be set who was being discharged in less than three hours.
“Can I grab you coffee before I get started?” I asked the nurse, who looked to be like she was going on hour seven of a lifetime shift.
She smiled up at me from her seat. “That’s nice, but I’m good.”
“Alright.” I exhaled and tried to push Kevin out of my head. “Let’s get started.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Kevin
My phone made a valiant attempt at a ring, rattling around the cup holder in my console before going quiet and black.
Shit.
I’d grabbed the charger out of my car for my trip to see Colton and forgotten it, and I found myself arriving at the Savino-Sharp job site with no phone. Oh, well. I figured the message or call I’d missed was only Ronan, and I would be back at the office before lunch anyway. I’d call him then.
Even though I’d lived in L.A. my whole life, it felt weird to be back home. I’d vacationed before and never felt this much like a visitor upon returning in the past, I wondered why it was happening now. I assumed it was mostly owed to the fact that the trip had caused a shift in my relationship with Colton that I didn’t fully understand how to mend.
It wasn’t so much that the state of our friendship needed repairing, just that it would be different in the future. Different wasn’t always bad—my relationship with Ronan was proof enough of that, but with Colton…He’d spent too much of his life having ideas about mine, and now he had to reconcile all of that with his own likes. I didn’t envy the work he was going to have to do, but before I left, I’d promised him that I was and always would be a friendly ear for him. Darius had seemed much more confident that everything would sort itself out, which had been reassuring.
I shouldered open the door and smoothed a hand down the front of my shirt. The job site looked uninhabited, the parking spots only filled by me, Carmen’s luxury convertible, and a work truck. All was quiet and still, and that was no good for deadlines, inspections, or progress.
Bracing myself to be read the riot act, I headed inside. Everything that had been built looked like it had been done so to plan, which was a relief. Ben’s disappearance could have been a tragic setback for our progress. I wasn’t so much worried about him, though. He was young and handsome, and I had no doubt he would show up sooner or later.
In the front, tires crunched on gravel as I started up the stairs toward the master suite and office.
“Mr. Bryce.” Carmen’s voice echoed from down the hallway.
“I’m here,” I greeted.
I followed the sound of her voice into the office, finding her ensconced in the secret room she’d added on at the last minute. With construction on the condo nearly complete, the room was nearly done, drywall already mudded up and electrical exposed in the ceiling.
“I’m here,” I said again, stepping into the small space.
It was a bit claustrophobic for my tastes, but I didn’t know what her relationship with her ex-husband was like, or anyone else for that matter. I knew she was rude and abrasive to me and I didn’t imagine that made her many friends.
“Did you know my old house…” She trailed a finger up a seam between two drywall boards. “Was so…not me.”
“No?”
“I mean, I decorated it. But everything was so soft and delicate.” She frowned. “I don’t think that’s very me.”
“I don’t imagine so.”
