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“I’ll play Paradise Eve this weekend. Every cent will go to Rainbow Alliance.”
“Thank you, Sam.”
I smiled and leaned over, making sure not to knock over anything on the tray. I kissed Rocky and wrapped my arms around his chest, feeling a rare kind of connection, one that went straight down to the soul.
“I love you,” I said into the crook of his neck. His pulse gently pushed against the bridge of my nose.
“I love you, too, baby.”
Rocky moved the tray from the bed, setting it on the floor before turning to me, his lips coming down on mine with heated passion. His stubble scratched against my skin as he worked to consume me, the intensity from last night carrying right over into the morning. A shaft of sunlight beamed through the window and highlighted the beautiful man now climbing on top of me. He got rid of his boxers while I threw aside the bedsheets, giving us room to roll and romp.
I lay down as Rocky straddled me, both of us hard. He grabbed us in his hand and stroked. I dropped my head back on the pillow, closing my eyes as Rocky’s cock rubbed against mine. I could feel his warm balls on me. I looked to see our cocks leaking together, the precome dripping from Rocky and mixing with mine. He rubbed his palm over our wet cocks and used our excitement as lube, continuing to stroke us both at the same time.
“God, I never want to wake up any other way,” I said, looking up at Rocky’s chest, dusted with light blond hair. I reached up, rubbing over the muscular pecs, rubbing a perked nipple as he kept jerking us off.
“I can’t promise breakfast in bed every morning.” Rocky licked his lips. “Well, I guess it depends on what you consider breakfast.”
“All I want are your sausage and eggs.”
“Then in that case,” Rocky said, giving one long stroke before he came down to kiss me.
The morning could have lasted forever and I wouldn’t have blinked an eye. I wanted it to go on forever. Responsibilities like eating and sleeping be damned. Nothing else should have mattered, not when something felt so freaking good.
But, of course, nothing can last forever. And this particular morning, things were going to be cut way too short, way too soon.
Ring. Ring.
Rocky’s phone vibrated against the nightstand, the ringtone chime piercing through the haze of the moment. Rocky leaned over and silenced the call, about to get back to kissing me, but something caused him to pause. He looked at me, confusion clearly drawn on his face. “It’s Angel.”
The confusion spread to me. It was way too early for a random call. What could he want?
Rocky picked up the call. I could hear Angel’s frantic voice over the phone, but I couldn’t make out exactly what he was saying.
“Slow down, slow down,” Rocky said, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Who’s missing?”
I felt a sudden wave of nausea. A very sharp contrast to the euphoria I’d been feeling only moments before.
“Peter? What does the note say?”
This wasn’t good. In no way, shape, or form was this good. I tried listening to what Angel was saying but could only pick out a few words: “Stonewall,” “finished,” “halo.”
“I’m headed to Stonewall,” Rocky said as he stood up, heading straight for his closet. He put on his clothes in record time, walking out in a wrinkled white shirt and jeans.
“What’s happening?” I asked as Rocky hung up.
“Peter’s been kidnapped. There was a note. It gave an ultimatum: Stonewall Investigations needs to close or Peter gets hurt. And the note said that ‘heaven’s gate will be left open’ if Stonewall isn’t closed.” Rocky’s face was set into a stern canvas, his jaw twitching. “Fuck. It’s got to be Nick. He’s been the one behind it all.”
I got off the bed and started tugging on my shorts. “Wait for me,” I said, grabbing my shirt. “I want to help.”
“No, Sam, you stay here. Don’t go anywhere. We’ve got all the detectives coming in. We’ll put an end to this. But I don’t want you getting involved.”
“I got involved when Nick framed my best friend.”
“That’s different.”
“How’s that different?” Clearly we were both getting worked up. “I just want to help. Let me help.”
“You can help by staying here,” Rocky said. His tone gave zero room for negotiations.
I took a breath. He was right. As badly as I wanted to help, I knew it would be smarter for me to just stay out of it.
“Fine,” I said, not putting up a fight. “Fine.”
I walked with Rocky out of his bedroom, down the stairs, through his living room. He stopped at the door, where he took me into his arms and gave me a sweet kiss that held a million different promises in it.
