“Michael Tamerlane, you’re blushing.”
Goddammit.
“His name is Roger, but it’s nothing, okay?” He massaged his temples.
“Roger. Huh.” Pops sounded surprised. “Blond, tall, in real good shape?”
“Yes?” Mickey frowned.
Pops pointed out the windshield.
Mickey heard a low whistle and looked up to seeRogerstanding there in front of the open garage.
“What the fuck?” Mickey growled.
“Damn, nowthisis a car,” Roger declared. “Much better than that piece of shit with the broken window.”
“A window you broke, asshole!” Mickey snapped as he stepped out of the car.
“Let’s be honest.” Roger grinned. “It was a piece of shit before I broke it.”
Mickey stalked toward Roger. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Oh, I was just in the neighborhood.”
“Bullshit,” Mickey snarled.
Pops poked his head out the window. “Is that your vampire, Michael?”
“I’ll be right back, Pops! Work stuff!” Mickey pushed Roger backwards, forcing him up against the door of the adjacent unit and out of sight.
Roger went willingly, smiling all the while. “Vampire, huh? I can dig it.”
“How the fuck did you know I was here?” Mickey demanded.
“I smelled your manly aroma, and it drew me over.”
Mickey was going to kill him. He grabbed Roger’s jacket lapels and slammed him against the door. His blood was pumping furiously, and being so close to Roger was waking up all kinds of feelings.
It didn’t help he hadn’t been able to handle his earlier frustration. It was even worse that the source of that frustration was right here in front of him, writhing against him with a soft moan.
The exquisite spark he’d felt before was right there where they’d left it, and Mickey’s skin was burning to be near him again. The scent of his cologne was so familiar now, and Mickey breathed it in with an annoyed hiss.
Damn him.
“Stop making those fuckin’ noises! You’re so fucking weird!” Mickey barked. “The fuck do you want? Huh?”
“Oh, Mickey.” Roger grinned, rolling his hips forward with a longing sigh. He pretended to look shocked as he reached down and found Mickey’s straining dick. “You missed me.”
Mickey suddenly couldn’t think of anything else except getting his hands on Roger. He wanted to wipe that dazzling, infuriatinglysmugsmile right off his face. He was gonna find the nearest horizontal surface and bend him over it.
One last time.
“I’ll be right back, Pops!” Mickey suddenly shouted. “Gotta go talk some business.”
“As long as that business is your dick going in my mouth,” Roger said gleefully, “I’m totally in.”
Chapter 7
