“Shit!. I came hard.” Hans collapsed face down on the sheets. Panting, still feeling the aftershocks of his orgasm. Adrik rested alongside him, turned his head, and kissed him hard on the lips. His tongue entered Hans’ mouth, their tongues doing a dance of completion.
“Did I pass the test this time?” Adrik pulled away from Hans’ lips. Sweat dripped from his hair to run down his beautiful, bearded face.
“A plus with flying colors.” Hans pushed his hair away from his eyes.
Adrik cradled him in his arms, making sure he was positioned comfortably and snugly. They rested, relaxing in the gentle rhythm of their breathing. Hans was nestled securely in Adrik’s protective arms. His warm embrace filled him with a deep sense of being desired and nurtured.
“Adrik, this feels so good.”
“It does.”
“Will you stay overnight?”
“I didn’t bring anything with me.”
“Stay with me.”
“For you, I will.”
An insistent rapping on the door sent a jolt through Hans.
Adrik’s head snapped up. His hand tightened on Hans’ thigh, a sharp possessive squeeze. “Who the fuck is banging at your door?” he growled, already pushing himself upright, eyes narrowed toward the entryway like he was ready to confront whoever dared interrupt them.
“I don’t know. It’s only eight.”
Then, another knock, sharper this time, shattering Hans’ thoughts of who was at his door.
“I’ll answer it and tell them you’re busy,” Adrik said, taking over.
Before Hans could say anything, Adrik jumped out of bed completely naked, rushed into the bathroom for a minute, then left the bedroom. Hans opened his closet and pulled out a pair of jeans and a shirt, then went into the bathroom to clean up before pulling them on. He rushed to the living room to see who was at the door.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Adrik
Adrik tore through theliving room, dragging on his dress slacks and not bothering with a shirt. Whoever was pounding on the door had terrible timing. They were interrupting his night with Hans and if they didn’t walk away on their own, he was two seconds from making them.
He yanked the door open and froze. A stranger stood there—light hair, hazel eyes, tall enough to block the hallway light. And the way the guy looked at him—slow, assessing—sent a cold prickle down Adrik’s spine.
“Where’s Hans?” the man asked, gaze dragging over Adrik’s bare chest like he had every right.
Adrik’s irritation sharpened into something hotter. “Who are you?” he snapped in German.
“Karl Adelman. And you are?”
“Hans is unavailable. So leave, Karl.”
He was already pushing the door shut when Hans appeared behind him, fully dressed.
“Hi, Karl,” Hans said, stepping forward. “Come in.”
Adrik stepped back, jaw tight enough to crack.Great. Invite the creep in. Why not? Let him stare some more.
Karl handed Hans an envelope. “These are the papers you asked for. Sorry to disturb you.”
“Thanks. Adrik, this is my cousin Karl.”
Adrik turned to Karl, disbelief flaring. “Cousin? I didn’t know you had any.”
