“What did you expect?” He snapped back. “Dr. Ferris would have crucified us all. We couldn’t do anything except sit there and watch.”
“Yeah, that’s exactly what I expected.” Thomas wasn’t sure where this newfound sarcastic confidence was coming from, but he liked it.
They pulled up in front of Thomas' apartment building, and Thomas got out. Jeremy stopped him by grabbing his upper arm. "What are you going to do?"
“I don’t know. I’ll think about it tomorrow.”
"We couldn't help you, Thomas. You have to understand that."
“You and your family have considerable influence, and we both know Dr. Ferris would not have attacked you.” Thomas wanted to get that out there.
“My life is not free or easy. I have to toe the family line and answer to others." He sounded desperate for Thomas to understand, but it just sounded weak and whiny to Thomas's ears.
"Sure, whatever." Thomas pulled away and closed the door. He felt Jeremy's eyes on him as he walked inside his apartment building, but he did not give him the satisfaction of turning around.
Looking for an internship elsewhere had been a consideration, but it was now seeming like his only path forward. He'd think about all that tomorrow or the next day. Right now, his head and heart were filled to bursting with uncontrolled thoughts and dreams about a bartender named Riggs. It wasn't what he should be doing, but it was what he wanted to do, and he so rarely did what he wanted.
The visions that had played in his head since their delicious intimacy there in that shrouded backroom were amazing and alarming. He was seeing things that made no sense but also made perfect sense. It was as if his mind was trying to catch up to a new reality, but it was coming at him too fast. He entered his apartment and hung his jacket on the back of a chair before going to the kitchen for a bottle of water.
Leaning against the kitchen counter, he took a long swallow and then closed his eyes. Riggs' face came to him instantly, and the feelings it stirred were fierce. So much was fighting for attention in his head, but the only thing that he could not push away was Riggs. He didn't want to push him away; he hadn't wanted to leave. It was all due to pressure that he should not have succumbed to.
The night had been wonderful. He couldn't think of a better word because wonderful describes the feelings, the location, and the man so perfectly. He took another swallow of water and then set it aside. Taking the card from his pocket, he flipped it around in his fingers, looking at it for a few seconds before pulling out his cell phone. He needed to talk to Riggs.
CHAPTER FOUR
Riggs moved away from the bar and into the back hall and answered his phone. "Hello, sweetheart." He said, and there was a soft chuckle on the other end.
"Hello, Riggs."
"Do you miss me, sweetheart?" Riggs lay it on thick, making sure Thomas knew how much he wanted him.
"Very much Riggs. I miss you very much. I was wondering if you might be able to stop by after your shift ends. I can give you my address.” He sounded very sure of what he wanted, and Riggs was more than happy to oblige.
"I'm just finishing now, I can be there in less than an hour," Riggs stated, and Thomas' excitement grew.
“That’s great.” He gave him his address and said he would be waiting. Riggs closed the call and gave Errol the good news. Errol waved him off with a good-natured smile. Riggs was stoked and ready, and nothing short of death was going to stop him from getting to Thomas.
The roads were quiet, and the drive was fast. The parking garage was just a half block from the apartment building, which was good for his beloved. He was glad he had a place to parkclose by, though he didn't know if Thomas had a car. There was so much he didn't know about him apart from the fact that he had some awful co-workers who tried to pass themselves off as friends.
Thomas' unit was on the third floor just off the elevator. The second he knocked on the door, it swung open, and he was literally yanked inside, and the door slammed shut behind him. The smile his man wore could light up the city. His beloved was taking ownership, even if he didn't realize it.
Thomas' lips were on his, and he was being urged across the room toward a door which Riggs assumed was the bedroom. The awareness, the pull, and the bond were in full force. He looked into those fierce and expectant blue-gray eyes and saw determination. Thomas was not playing around; he had a focus and a goal. The kiss eased off, but the desperation remained.
"I need you so badly," Thomas said through clenched lips, pulling him by the hand into his bedroom. The apartment was small but colorful and welcoming; it had a warmth that emanated from every corner, and he knew that it originated from within his beautiful beloved.
"I'm all yours, sweetheart." Riggs pulled his shirt off over his head and laid it across the small bench at the end of the bed. This room was as warm and lovely as the living room. It was soft and settled with comfortable fabrics and peaceful colors. Thomas had an eye for decorating and an understanding of what made a space a home. Riggs looked forward to having him redecorate their quarters at the coven house.
He kept his eyes on Thomas as he too unbuttoned his shirt and quickly deposited it on the bench with Riggs’. His chest was delicate yet fine and so soft. He ached to get his hands back on that lovely expanse of heated flesh.
Riggs hurried off with his boots and dropped his jeans and kicked them to the side. He wanted his man, and he was tired of slow walking this moment. His hands were sweating, and his cock was rock hard. Thomas reacted similarly and hurriedly tossed the remainder of his clothing onto the bench.
Seeing his beloved naked and wanting was a vision he would cherish for the rest of his life. "I'm glad you called." He was also glad that he didn't need a lot of talk and explanations before getting to the heart of the issue. He wanted this as much as Riggs wanted it, and he wasn't afraid.
"You are gorgeous, Thomas, absolutely gorgeous." Thomas smiled with just a touch of shyness showing through, but it did not stop him from reaching out and taking Riggs' hand once again and gently pulling him toward the bed.
Riggs moved forward and took Thomas into his arms, pressing him intimately against him, feeling the touch of his naked body and feeling the warmth spread through him. They fit together perfectly just as Fate designed. Thomas moved his hands, sliding his palms along Riggs' hips and thighs, slowly mapping his body through touch. The sensations from this intimate touch were burning through him.
"You are the answer to all my dreams, Riggs. I have no idea why you picked me, but I am so happy that you did."
