Page 34 of Doubting Hearts

“I’m sorry, Toby. Honest, so sorry.” He was still mumbling when he left the lounge, brushing his way past Rain with a wary look. Rain inclined his head at him and smiled wolfishly. I moved over to kiss him hello. I was about to speak when he grabbed me, kissing me hard, his lips forcing mine open, his aggressive tongue probing my mouth.

I gasped but kissed him back. Despite being exhausted, my cock instantly flared into action. Finally, he let me go, and I took a deep breath. “Wow. That was nice but a little unexpected.”

“What? I see another man with his tongue down my man’s throat, and I’m not allowed to reclaim my property?”

I opened my mouth to tell him what the hell I thought of that last statement and saw the wicked glint in his eye, so I decided to ignore his comment as a baiting exercise.

“Mikey was feeling a little amorous, and I was the intended amoree. He wanted a date.”

“He’s right, you know,” Rain said lazily.

I glanced at him in confusion. “Right about what?”

“No man can help wanting to kiss those lips of yours. They are the sexiest bloody things I’ve seen all night.” He chuckled. “So, Mikey wanted a date with you?”

I frowned. “Just how much of our little incident did you see?”

He was trying to hold back laughter when he spoke. “All of it. From the time he wandered drunkenly over and asked you for a date. I was having a little fun. He was so into you, such a youngster. I thought it was really sweet.”

I stared at him in indignation. “You saw him do that, and you just kept quiet? Do you get some sort of vicarious thrill out of seeing another man with his hands all over me?”

Rain chuckled loudly. “Don’t tempt me with that one. It has its… attractions, but I don’t think I could share you—boyfriend.”

I swallowed. I hadn’t used the term around Rain before, as we hadn’t really agreed on what to call each other yet. “Rain, I—”

He moved quickly again, reclaiming my mouth with urgency. I melted into him, unable to think anymore. I was tired, horny as hell at feeling Rain’s body against me, feeling his possessiveness in the violence of his kiss. I realized suddenly I was making out with my “boyfriend” in the hotel lounge and pulled away reluctantly.

“Rain, honey, I can’t do this here. I have some stuff to do before I go upstairs—” I frowned, looking at my watch. “Christ, it’s nearly bloody midnight. Why did you get here so late?”

He grinned. “I was working on something in the shed and lost track of time. Then I decided I really wanted to see you, and so… here I am.” His tone was suggestive. “I was really hoping I could stay here tonight. It’s late, and I don’t think you should be sending me home in this state.”

He took my hands, brushing them against his groin, and I could feel his very hardened cock just itching to get out and play. “I thought you might make an exception for once and relax the ‘no fraternization’ rule. It seems such a pity to waste this.”

I took a deep breath. The way I was feeling, there was no way I was sending him home. Perhaps it was time to relax the rule. After all, I was the man in charge now.

“Go upstairs and wait for me, then,” I muttered softly. “I’ll be up in a while.” I reached into my trouser pocket and handed him my key card.

He winked at me. “I’ll be waiting—boyfriend.” He chuckled, and I felt a sense of relief. It looked like he quite liked the idea of being called that. He sauntered off, and I heaved a sigh of exasperation.

I looked down at my groin. “Crikey, I’m some sort of bloody sex magnet,” I muttered to it. “What with a man wanting to kiss me and another one wanting to screw me senseless. Where could it possibly end?”

I felt my cock twitch, as if it was telling me it knew damned well where it was going end. I smiled. It was quite a turn-on being so desired. I got upstairs to my room about half an hour later with a heightened sense of anticipation, thinking of what might be in wait for me behind my door. I was looking forward to finding out.