“I agree that certain things might be too private or hurtful to share even with the people you’re closest with. If I’m pushing you, I’m sorry. I’ll back off.”
Spencer recognized a dodge when he heard it. Still, he gave up a little bit of information. “It was the culmination of a lot of things, with the anniversary of my mother’s cancer diagnosis being the most important. I know it’s foolish to remember, but it always gets to me, and I guess I drank more than I should’ve.” Tears burned his eyes. “See, nothing so big.”
Wolf reached out and squeezed his hand, and goddamn it if that didn’t almost break him, but he couldn’t fall apart. Being vulnerable with Wolf had cost him too much last time, and he wouldn’t allow that to happen again.
“It is big. I’m sorry.” Wolf’s grim expression turned fierce. “But if I wasn’t there when you came out of that elevator, you could’ve been jumped or attacked. Anything might’ve happened if you’d been on the street. I can’t believe whoever you were with let you leave in that condition.”
“Giorgio and I had sex. We aren’t friends. He wasn’t about to ask me to cuddle with him for the night. It was no big deal.”
“No big de—Spence. When are you going to realize that sexisa big deal? You shouldn’t be jumping into bed with anyone who asks.”
“Why the fuck not? It makes me feel good.”
Wolf slammed his fist on the counter. “Because there’s more to life than feeling good.”
“I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” He turned his back on Wolf and stormed away to the front door. When he heard footsteps following him, he braced himself. “Leave me alone.” He shook the doorknob. “I can’t believe those idiots locked us in.”
Wolf grabbed his shoulder and turned him around. “You’re worth more than a quick fuck.”
“Really? Says the man who fucked me four years ago and left without saying anything. And don’t come at me with ‘it was a mistake.’ I already know that. You’re the most uptight, closed-off person I’ve ever met. I’d never fuck you again even if you begged me.”
Wolf’s face turned bright red. “I don’t need to beg anyone. Ever.”
“You begged me in the middle of the night. Remember?” Spencer shoved his face into Wolf’s. “Suck me. Oh God yes, Spencer.”
“Shut up. I-I had too much to drink, and you took advantage of it.”
Furious, Spencer fisted Wolf’s T-shirt. “I took advantage of you? That’s a fucking joke. You wanted me. I’ve never seen you lose control like that.” Acutely aware of how close they were, Spencer could feel the heat pouring off Wolf’s shaking frame and saw realization dawn in his eyes of the dangerous position they were in. “Do you want to kiss me, Wolfie? Is that it? If I touched you, I’d find out you’re hard as a rock.”
“Let me go.” Wolf tried to wrench away, but Spencer turned the tables on him and slammed him up against the door.
“Not so fast. Your heart’s racing, isn’t it? I bet you’re thinking about how it would feel to be with me right now.” He ran his nose down Wolf’s sweaty cheek and heard the rasp of his breath. “You want me so bad. You’ve never had it so good as when we were together. I was your best, wasn’t I?”
“Shut up,” Wolf growled, sending shivers through him.
“Fine, I’ll shut up.” He slammed his mouth over Wolf’s and nearly lost his mind when Wolf moaned and opened to allow their tongues to lick and rub and tangle. Spencer had never fallen apart at a simple kiss, but then again, this was Wolf, and nothing went by the rules whenever they were together.
Wolf tangled his hands in Spencer’s hair, and damned if he didn’t devour him with his lips, teeth, and tongue. Spencer whimpered, ready to pull Wolf to the floor, when he found himself thrust away. He stared at a scowling Wolf, whose heaving chest, swollen red lips, and mussed hair gave him that sexy, debauched look, as if he’d been well and thoroughly fucked.
If only.
“What the fuck?” Spencer ran a hand through his hair and adjusted himself. “Why did you stop?”
“I’m not doing this.”
“What, kissing me? Or fucking me? You were ready to whip it out right here in Chess and André’s apartment. Props to you, Wolfie. I didn’t think you had it in you.”
“Stop talking so much, you fool. I’m not going to make the same mistake I did four years ago. No matter how much you want me to.”
Outraged, Spencer stormed over and poked Wolf in the chest. “I wasn’t fucking kissing myself. Don’t you get on your high horse and act like I was the only one here getting off on it.”
Wolf tugged his shirt into place and smoothed it, but Spencer didn’t miss his shaky hands. “If you’re going to throw it in my face, you should know it’s just a natural reaction. Stay away from me, and it won’t happen again.”
“You pompous, self-righteous dick. You can pretend all you want, but I know the truth about you.”
Wolf’s eyes widened in alarm before turning into chips of ice. “You don’t know shit about me, and you never will. Stay out of my way, and we’ll be fine.”
“No problem.” Spencer strode to the bathroom and slammed the door. The shaking stopped after several minutes, and he splashed cold water on his face and made sure he looked as put together as possible.
