Page 25 of Coming Clean

“US Marines don’t receivetraining for supernatural encounters, sir. There’s another divisionfor that, but if I told you about them, I’d have to kill you.”Connor couldn’t hold back his laugh.

Jeremy’s laugh echoed inthe small space. “No chance I can get it out of you?” heasked.

Jeremy could get just aboutanything out of him with hardly any effort at all but Connor playedalong, shaking his head. “My lips are sealed.” Thank God Jeremyhadn’t been spooked by his ridiculous suggestion.

“Too bad.”

It was, or rather it wasbad that his lips weren’t sealed around Jeremy’s cock. What thehell? Where had that thought come from? He’d never sucked a guy offbefore. He’d fantasized about taking a man’s thick, firm flesh inhis mouth, making his partner release the desperate sounds he oftenbit back during a blow job. He’d thought about being the guy on hisknees with another man’s hands clutched in his hair, but he was toomuch of a coward to try it.

You wouldn’t be withJeremy, though, would you?

Connor didn’t think hewould. He trusted Jeremy.

“I’ll see you soon.” Jeremyclosed the passenger door and started toward his porch.

“Good night,” Connor calledthrough the open window.

“Night.” Jeremy waved, thendisappeared inside.

Follow him.

Connor shook his head. He’dlove to. Even if they didn’t fuck each other, he could listen toJeremy recite Shakespeare all night. An image flashed into his headof Jeremy spread out in bed, quoting Shakespeare as Connor suckedhim. Jesus, the things he found hot since he’d met Jeremy: neonsocks, cardigans, Shakespeare. What would be next?

Connor shouldn’t even thinkabout it. His cock was already fully hard, pressing against hisfly, begging for some relief, Relief that wasn’t going to come fromJeremy’s soft hands, his plump lips, or his ass. He sighed and putthe truck in gear. For now, his own hand would have to beenough.

CHAPTER NINE

Jeremydeliberately left the house before Connor and Sabrina arrived forthe weekly cleaning. He’d scheduled them for noon, so he’d beenable to sleep in and make himself a luxurious breakfast, but he wastoo nervous to wait around and face Connor. Had he imagined thesexual tension between himself and Connor at the play? He’d been sosure Connor was into him that night that he’d almost invited Connorin when he’d brought Jeremy home.

He regretted not acceptingConnor’s offer to walk him to the door. If he’d said yes he couldhave… What? Kissed him? Yanked him inside? Jumped him? That’d be agreat way to get punched if he were reading things wrong. No,Connor wouldn’t hit him. He might never speak to Jeremy again, buthe’d never hurt him physically.

It was stupid, but he’dhoped Connor would be so eager to see Jeremy again that he’d call,but he hadn’t. Of course he hadn’t. He was straight, and theyweren’t even really friends, were they? Get it together, Jer. He couldhear David scolding him. He’d mentioned to David how hot Connor was, but he hadn’t said more. If he did, David would be all over hiscase about crushing on a straight guy. Why couldn’t he like a guywho was available anda decent human being?

Jeremy planned to spend theafternoon at a wine bar/used book store located in the vibrantdowntown area. The poet in his story would’ve loved the place.Jeremy ordered a cheese plate and a glass of wine, and settled on asofa where he could spread out his notes. If he ignored that he wastyping on a laptop, he could imagine himself back in the nineteenthcentury.

Hours later, pleased withhis progress, Jeremy paused to stretch. He glanced at the time onhis laptop. Connor would be at his house for at least another hour.Should he keep working, or head home so he could seehim?

His pulse sped up as heimagined Connor looking up when Jeremy entered, their gazeslocking, the world fading away as they both realized how much theywanted each other. Jeremy would cross the space between them as iffloating on air. Connor would embrace him, lifting him so he couldwrap his legs around Connor hips…. Whoa. Jeremy was going to end upwith a raging hard-on if he didn’t stop.

He packed up his computerand his notes. No way was he going to miss the chance to seeConnor. There wouldn’t be any passionate scenes, he knew that. Butmaybe, just maybe, there could be a little flirting and anotherchance to judge whether Connor was interested and whether thelustful looks Jeremy thought he’d seen were all in hishead.

Fifteen minutes later,Jeremy put his key in the lock and turned it, holding his breath incase a miracle came true and Connor really was waiting for him likein his fantasy. Connor was vacuuming the hall runner, not waitingto give Jeremy a thorough fucking. But his ass looked amazing as hemoved in a steady back-and-forth rhythm. Jeremy didn’t see Sabrina.Maybe she was working in another room.

“Hello,” he called, tryingto make himself heard over the vacuum’s roar.

Connor didn’t respond, soJeremy took a step toward him. Connor must have sensed someoneapproaching even though he hadn’t heard Jeremy’s words because hedropped the vacuum and whirled around, looking like he was about totake Jeremy out.

Jeremy held up his handsand stepped back. “Sorry, I tried to call out.”

Connor grabbed the vacuumand shut it off as color rose in his face. “No, it’s my fault. Iget jumpy if I feel someone behind me. I shouldn’thave—”

Jeremy held up his hand.“It’s okay, really.”

Connor nodded, lookingdown.

“You have every reason tobe jumpy.” Jeremy wanted to say something to make Connor understandthat Jeremy didn’t judge him for his reaction, but he didn’t wantto sound patronizing.

Connor didn’t say anythingelse, and the silence grew awkward.