Page 32 of Doubting Hearts

“You’ll have to wait until we get to my place,” he said with a sly smile. “I think you’ll enjoy what I have set up there. I was working on it yesterday when you were at work all bloody day and night.”

“Sounds interesting,” Tammy murmured. “I’d get off if I were you, Toby. He may turn into a pumpkin or something at midnight.” She giggled.

I smiled, leaning down to kiss her good-bye. “See you in the morning, then.” I turned to the man still bobbing excitedly before me. “Let’s get off before you self-combust with excitement.”

He grinned slyly. “No, that would be what a haystack does.” His face brightened. “Did you know they can catch alight from the fermentation inside at their core and set themselves on fire? Thank God it didn’t happen the night we—”

I leaned in, kissing him fiercely. I had no intention of letting the wide-eyed Tammy know what we’d gotten up to in the farmer’s field. “Shut the hell up and let’s go.”

I was intrigued by his secret. When we finally reached his place around ten o’clock and went into the cool, dim entrance, he was skipping like a little kid.

“What the hell is the matter with you?” I laughed as he grinned and laid his shoulder bag on the floor. He took my hand, leading me into the lounge. “You’re like a child with ADHD. I think you need to cut down on your sugar intake.”

He reached out and pulled me to him, his lips taking mine in a possessive kiss that made my cock curl upward just by the taste and smell of him, and my heart beat faster.

“I have no intention of cutting down on my sugar,” he drawled when he released me to finally breathe again. “Not going to happen.”

He pulled me into the lounge, and I stood stock still in disbelief at what I saw there. In the middle of the small room there was a six- or seven-foot-long pole, made out of aluminum or something similar. It was fixed into what looked like an outside umbrella stand, the kind you use to anchor large patio umbrellas. He was practically giggling at the look on my face, a very un-Rain-like sound which was a little disconcerting.

“What the fuck is that all about?” I exclaimed, nonplussed as he nudged me closer. He smiled, a sight of sheer decadence coupled with the glint in his eyes.

“It’s my Rain dance pole,” he said sultrily as he grabbed the pole and swung around it with what were very practiced burlesque dance moves. My jaw dropped. He grinned as he shimmied around it. Even fully clothed he made my groin ache and my throat dry.

God knows what he’d look like doing what he was doing half-dressed or—Mr. Cocky gave a lurch— naked with his fine arse and the rest of him hanging out. I swallowed. He stopped causing havoc to my nether regions and my heart rate and came over to me, his face alight with mischief.

“What do you think?” He waved at it, as proud as punch. “I put cement in the bottom so it holds the base and the pole securely, and I can do what I like with it.” He flashed his teeth in what I imagined was to be a sexy grin but made him look as if he wanted to eat me. Not that I had a problem with that but… this whole thing was just so out of the blue.

I nodded dumbly. “It’s very nice.”

Rain scowled. That obviously wasn’t the reaction he’d expected. “Very nice? Christ, Toby, you are the fucking master of understatement.” He looked extremely put out. I hastened to reassure him I did indeed like his unusual present to me.

I growled and reached over and kissed him, my mouth grinding against his, my groin pressing against his now hardening member. “It’s bloody amazing is what it is,” I managed to get out in between hot, wet kisses and a sword parry of mutually greedy tongues. “I love it, Rain, as long as it’s only for me to watch you.”

He looked more pleased at my blatant action of gratitude as he unzipped and slid my chinos down my legs until my pants landed in a heap on the floor. “Oh, you’re the only one I’ll be putting on a floor show for,” he said as he knelt down before me. His blue eyes regarded the evidence of just how pleased I was, and he smiled, licking his lips, making it even more evident. Then his warm, hungry mouth enveloped me, and I decided it was indeed bloody amazing.

After he’d finished with me, we cuddled up on the couch, observing his “brain wave” with dreamy eyes. The recent activity had mellowed us, especially after I’d returned the blowjob favor.

I eyed the pole warily. “You do realize that it’s very ‘in your face’ in the middle of your living room, and from the feel of it, it’s not going to be moved easily? What will your landlord think when he comes around to inspect the property for his three-monthly check?”

Rain’s face fell. “I hadn’t thought of that. Hell, the guy’s going to think I’m some sort of bloody stripper, isn’t he? Do you think he’ll kick me out of here?”

The woebegone expression on his face made me chuckle. “I doubt it. He’ll probably want a show himself. Talking of which, exactly how do you manage those moves you did earlier around that thing—you seemed pretty experienced.”

I leaned over, nibbling his earlobe, tugging on it with my teeth. Rain smiled loftily.

“I found myself quite partial to the pole when I used to go clubbing with Tommy back in London. I learned a few tricks.” I scowled at hearing name of his ex-boyfriend and bit his ear harder.

He yowled. “Stop that. You’re like one of those bloody vampire bats.”

Another Discovery Channel episode he’d forced me to watch. I licked the inside of his ear, feeling the tremor run through his body, watching as goose bumps formed on his bare arms. His smoky eyes narrowed.

“Toby, you’re bloody insatiable.”

“And you love it,” I murmured, my tongue delving deeper into his ear, then tracing a wet line along his jaw. He hitched a deep breath, swallowing. I nibbled the fine hair on his neck, and his body tensed.

“God, you drive me crazy,” he managed to get out as I slid my hand down to his crotch.

I smiled against the warmth and vanilla scent of his skin. “Count on it. I’m in the mood for some more loving. And then you can give me a show on that pole of yours.”