“… my Satan said with a grin.” The lyric caught in Cal’s brain like a hook. His Satan had always been a fast car anda bad decision, but maybe he’d traded up. Although the singer had one advantage over Cal. “Come with me and we’ll make Sinner’s Gin.”
Joe was never going to ask him to go with him.
It didn’t matter. Cal finally ended the kiss and let Joe pull away from him. This was enough.
Liar.
Cal ignored the drawled echo of the accusation and watched Joe shrug his jacket off and toss it aside. He droppedhis hands to his trousers and tugged at the zipper with impatient fingers. Lust flushed his narrow, elegant face and made his eyes look even darker. His tie was pulled loose, a twisted knot of silk, and his collar hung open to expose the long lines of his throat. Faint marks faded toward purple on his skin, like Cal’s mouth had given Joe his own ink.
Yet he calledCalbeautiful. It made Cal wonderhow Joe did his hair in the morning without looking in the mirror.
“You going to watch?” Joe asked as he freed his cock from his trousers. The fabric hung from his hipbones as he wrapped his fingers around the heavy shaft. “Or you going to roll over?”
“Is that a please?” Cal mocked as he stretched out to his full, tailored length.
“No,” Joe said. He stroked his fist along his cock in roughtime to the underscored drumbeat. “It’s a choice.”
“And if I pick watch?” Cal asked.
Joe narrowed his eyes. “I still get off.”
Cal smirked and ran a hand down over his stomach, muscles tight under his skin, to his waistband. The calluses on his fingertips scraped the tender span of skin between his hip bones as he put off gratification.
“Me too,” he said as he raised a knee. His trousers gapedopen and he slid his hand down farther. “But if you use one of those pink condoms, I might change my mind.”
Joe looked over at the jar and its garishly colored contents. He snorted.
“They could have been there a year,” he said.
Cal grinned, he could feel the wicked in the edges of it. “They ain’t dusty.”
