Page 12 of Doubting Hearts

“I will. Just give me time. We seem to be having a little timing problem.”

“Ask Toby back to your place for dinner and a drink. What’s the harm in that? Then you can get all snug and cozy in that huge bed you have and play hide the sausage.” He laughed loudly.

“Jesus, Lucas, give me a break. I’m not ready to have anyone at my place.”

Lucas sauntered over to me, laying a hand on my arm, his eyes soft. “You need to open up, Rain. You can’t fight things forever. Yes, you got hurt. But that’s life. We carry on.”

I shrugged his hand off my arm. “Easy for you to say. You didn’t have the man you loved and were going to marry run off and leave you high and dry.” I heard the bitterness in my voice.

Lucas sighed. “No, I didn’t. But you need to move on.”

“Yeah, well I will, when I’m ready.” I turned and started rummaging in my toolbox. Lucas knew the conversation was over when I did that. He sighed again, going back to his drilling.

Later that evening, when Lucas had left and the hotel was quiet, I cleaned up, going outside to the garden to wash my hands under the garden tap. I liked being in the quiet solitude of the garden, with the high trees, the soft sounds of the crickets and birds, and the smell of the herb garden beside the path leading down to the parking lot. The garden was empty, the sun was still shining, and there was an air of tranquility about the place.

“We do have a bathroom, you know, where you can wash up. You don’t have to do it outside.”

I turned slowly to see Toby, formal shirt unbuttoned to the second button, his tie slung loosely around his neck. He looked like the decadent version of a sexy businessman. His lip was still slightly swollen but healing. I might have mentioned before that I really loved his pouty look. My heart beat faster. “I thought the hired help had to wash outside. Sorry. My mistake.”

I was joking, but I wasn’t prepared for the slight grimace of his lips, a look almost of shame.

Christ, I hope I haven’t upset him with my stupid misplaced wit.

“I’m sorry I made that comment,” he murmured. “I was being an arsehole.”

“I was joking now, Toby, trying to make you smile. I like it when you smile.”

He eyed me and then treated me to one of the things I liked.

“It’s peaceful out here, isn’t it? I come out here when it all gets a bit much. Inside there’s always someone around. No privacy anywhere.”

His voice sounded wistful.

I finished washing my hands and dried them on my shirt. I was conscious this was the first time we’d actually been alone together, just the two of us. I motioned to the wooden hut in the corner of the garden.

“What’s that place?”

He looked puzzled. “It’s a garden shed. We keep the mowers and stuff in there, along with other odds and ends.”

I smiled slowly.

Yep, it was definitely big enough for what I had in mind.

I moved over to him and grabbed his hand, feeling a surge of excitement. He looked startled as I pulled him toward the shed. “Come on. Follow me.” Reaching the shed, I pushed open the door. The musty smell of mown grass, what smelled like garlic, probably from the fennel that grew wild, and a general miasmic air of neglect permeated the small but adequate room.

“What the hell are you doing?” Toby sounded apprehensive. His eyes darted everywhere as he looked around the garden.

“Getting us some ‘us’ time.” I manhandled him into the small room, which barely gave us room to breathe, let alone move, and shut the door behind us. His eyes widened, his breathing getting deeper. His mouth parted as if he was about to say something, and once again I took it as an invitation. I pulled him to me, desperate to taste him. He moaned into my mouth as his tongue touched mine, and I lost it. I slammed him against the wooden frame so hard the implements hung on the wall rattled. His mouth got hungrier, and he pushed me back, shoving me against the opposite wall fiercely.

“Hell, you taste good,” he gasped as his tongue, that hungry, voracious tongue, literally fucked my mouth. It was my turn to groan. His hands slipped in under my shirt and stroked my stomach, and my cock flipped. It hardened and strained against my jeans, and all I wanted to feel were his hands on it. I didn’t have long to wait. Toby was already unzipping me and reaching in to grasp me in his hand. My testicles swelled achingly. My cock—well, suffice to say, if it could tap dance it would.

“Undo me,” he panted. “I need to feel your hands on me. Right now.”

“Easy, hotshot.” I chuckled as I unbuttoned his pants and then drew the zip down. “You can be very bossy, you know that?”

I reached into his opened trousers, slid his silky boxers down his lean hips, and gripped him firmly. He shuddered and pushed his body closer into mine. We now had hold of each other’s dicks and were stroking them, hard then slow. Mouths and lips moved in carnal passion together as our eager hips humped frantically. It was sheer heaven after so much anticipation and celibacy.

The action was quick, and neither of us took long to climax. He quivered in my hands as his tongue slicked mine and I felt the sticky, hot fluid of his come shoot over my hand and arm.