Not His Kiss to Take (22 page)

“
Piss off. And get off! Christ, Ev, you weigh a fucking ton. And I hope you know real Persian rugs are hand knotted by starving little kids forced into slave labor in order to survive.”

“
Maybe I’ll finally look into adopting a few of them in one of those Sponsor a Child things, then.” The big ape showed no signs he was gonna get off anytime soon. In fact, Evan molded himself to Jamie’s body so closely the heat of Evan’s cock warmed his—right through both layers of their pants. “Come here, pretty boy, and I’ll give you some attention so you don’t develop abandonment issues too.”

Oh fuck no
. Not another tease. Pinned and crushed beneath Evan, he could only take what Evan chose to do to him, which turned out to be…hot. “Harder,” he gasped as Evan ground their cocks together. Slide, grind, hip roll. Oh yeah, that angle—perfect. And yes! Fingers in his hair, yanking and pulling and knotting knots Evan loved to finger comb out afterward as much as he loved to tangle up in the first place. That was so weird. It fucking hurt
—
Evan always tugged hard
—
but it also felt amazing too. Sparks. Oh yeah. “C’mon, Evan,” he panted, “faster.”

Same exact pace. “I could,” he said back. How come the fucker didn’t sound all panting and out of breath like he did? “It’ll just cost you. A small trade.”

“
Bastard!” he hissed. How much more of this could one body endure? Dr. Beyond-Bent was stubbornly resistant to manipulation. Tonight, if Jamie wanted to get off, he’d have to answer the question or do it himself.

Earlier he’d been stupid and let one puny and totally irrelevant comment slip. Bad move with bat-eared Evan always paying attention. Then he’d made a big huffy deal out of not answering, and of course that only served to pique Evan’s curiosity more, and once Evan got curious…
woof
. Worse than a bloodhound hot on the trail of bleeding prey, that’s what. “Stop it! What are you trying to do? Tease me until I go crazy?”

“
Mmm…I think I’d enjoy seeing that. I’d love to make you scream and lose control. Come on and talk to me, hot thing, and afterward I promise we’ll work on your frustration issues together.”

“
Like hell, we will! You’re just trying to make me more fuck—”

One hot hand covered his mouth mid-curse while the other pinned his wrist to the floor before he could jab Evan in his unprotected side. Evan ground his thigh against Jamie’s erection with a cruel and deliberate rocking motion Jamie couldn’t stand without squirming. Then…
finally
! Bloody beast finally stopped his infuriating torture and stilled his slut-man hips. Jamie sucked in a deep breath with a shudder. “Stop doing this to me, Evan. For Christ’s sake! Just get me off already. Stop making me crazy.”

“
Uh-uh. Nope. Not yet.”

“
Why not? Huh? You want some.” Evan’s hard length of hungry flesh was quite obvious and pressed tight against Jamie’s belly, where it created a delicious warm spot. “You’re hard for me. You want it. Come on and unzip me.”

“
No.”

Two could play at this game. Using the same slow rocking motion, Jamie wriggled under the confining weight, stroking Evan’s shaft against his flat belly. After a few seconds, the brute closed his beautiful brown eyes and panted softly on his face. “Let’s go to bed. Please? I’m so hot for you—I’ll even unzip you first. With my mouth.”

“
No,” Evan said, grinding the words out. “You know what I want first.”

Not that again! Jamie clamped his back teeth together. “You’re being stupid. What kind of idiot turns down a blowjob?”

“
I love your blowjobs, but right now I’m hungry for more than just sex.”

Evan’s fingers were digging into the small bones of his wrists and making his hand go numb. “You’re hurting me.” The big hand snapped open and released him instantly. Strange, though, Jamie found he wanted it back as soon as the tingling stopped. It was just he was so goddamn horny. Who wouldn’t be, in his pants…um, shoes?

Usually, Jamie lived to be the recipient of one of Evan’s devilish grins, like the one he was getting right now. Now it just ticked him off. “Quit smiling at me, you shit!”

Evan began worming his hands under his ass, squeezing him, digging his big fingers into his crack and stroking there, arousing him so thoroughly he didn’t even notice the irritation of the thick seam giving him the mother of all wedgies.

“
I think you need therapy for your frustration issues, Jamie.”

“
I don’t need any goddamned therapy!” Annoyed, Jamie jabbed Evan in the side with a finger, and the resultant jerk of the big body only rubbed him the right way, making him groan out a begging, “Please…”

Goddamn, now I’m begging. How the hell does he do this to me? Is there a frickin’ Jamie manual, or something? Should look for it in his study, and when I find it, burn it.

The hands under his ass departed abruptly and worked their way to the front and began stroking him through his jeans. Good thing they were loose despite all the extra food, or what passed for food; hard to tell with all those green leafy things in everything, and there was lots of room for aching, straining body parts. Only Evan wasn’t into playing nice tonight. “Stop it!” he panted. “Don’t be cruel.”

“
I’m not being cruel,” Evan said. “You’re just impatient. You want everything right now.”

True. And so what, was that a crime? His hips tried to rise up off the floor, but Evan still had too much of his weight on him, holding him down. “Please, Ev? C’mon.”

“
Tell me.”

“
I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Evan popped the brass button out of its hole. “Yes, you do, sweet thing.”

“
I
don’t
.”

“
I want you to answer my question.”

“
Let me up.”

Talented fingers played with his zipper. Just the tab, but no sliding it all the way up and definitely no fucking sliding it down either. “You were saying something interesting about how you ended up here in Spokane right before you skunked me. Tell me why you moved here instead of Seattle. Seems…odd.”

The list of reasons was long. And none of Evan’s goddamned business. Especially not that particular reason, the one that slipped out while Evan had him distracted, teaching him to play cribbage, something he was actually better at than the doc. It was a stupid, childish reason. He’d never told a soul. Couldn’t even confess it to Eddie and they’d been best friends forever. “Because I hate the rain.” True enough.

“
That may be true, darling, but that’s not the reason I want to hear about. Tell me about
him
.”

Fucker. Stupid to hope, to wonder, and even stupider to admit that hope to Evan. A pipe dream. Why did the doc give a shit anyway?
Why do I? He left me behind. Some father.
“Fine!” he growled. “I admit it, okay? I moved here ’cause I thought maybe I could find him. I followed the trail of breadcrumbs all the way here. Happy now?”

Evan gave him the buckets-of-sorrow look again. Not pity, exactly. Jamie didn’t know how to read that look. “No luck?”

“
No.”

“
Any clues?”

Jamie heaved out a long sigh. Dr. Bossy-as-Fuck wasn’t gonna let it go. What the hell. Maybe Evan would have some ideas. “One. One fucking clue in the two years I been here. I found his old house—that’s it. What a piece of crap. Maybe he took care of it better when he owned it, I dunno. And how is it fucking fair he had a house when we never did? I dunno if he sold it or if it got foreclosed, but he was long gone.”

“
When’d he move away? Do you know?”

“
Three years ago. Guess I just missed him. One of the neighbors knew him—I think maybe she had the hots for him or something. She had a couple of pictures with him in them, from a barbeque or some such shit. Even copied them for me, so at least I know what the bastard looks like now.”

“
He blond like you?”

“
Fuck no. I look like my mom—and Auntie Ang. My dad’s blond but darker, almost brown. But they’ve both got blue eyes, so I got stuck with ’em too. I think I look more like Ang than I do my ma—well I did till they broke my nose. And if you say one word about how I look like I should be on a farm somewhere in corn country milkin’ cows and pluckin’ chickens, I’m gonna punch you.”

“
Wouldn’t dream of it. No farm could survive even one day of you at your most bored. And your nose is fine—it wasn’t actually broken. And once it finishes healing, no one will ever know it once resembled a shiny fat eggplant.”

It did not. It had only turned that really purple-black across the bridge. “Satisfied, nosy-pants?”

Obviously not. His eyes were doing that evil twinkling dance. “Not yet. I’m curious—what would you say to him if you did find him?”

Not that it would ever happen, but Jamie could think of a few choice words.

How could you walk out the door and leave me behind without a backward glance?

How could you tell me you loved me and that love wouldn’t change just because you wouldn’t be living with us anymore?

How the fuck could you leave and never think of me again?

Did I mean so little to you?

But he couldn’t tell Evan those thoughts. They were his alone. “I dunno. He’d probably just stand there and ignore me so he could text on his phone like everyone else does and not say a fucking word.”

“
What? Text?” Evan looked totally stumped.

You’ve got to be kidding me. Really?
“You don’t know what texting is?”

“
I’m not that out of touch, you brat. I use my iPad all the time. And I’m sure he wouldn’t ignore you in favor of his phone.”

And Evan said
he
was innocent. Ha. “Everyone does it all the time. Really pisses me off when I’m standing right there talking to someone, and they pounce on their phone the second they get a text, like oh my God, it might be the President and he needs them to broker world peace. I hate being ignored for someone who’s not even there.”

From behind his furrowed brows, Evan said, “Do people really do that?”

“
Hell, yeah. I see it all the time at work. I once waited on this couple, and they didn’t even look at each other the whole time they were there. They were both decked right out in nice clothes, and I kinda wondered if it was a special dinner for them, like an anniversary or something. But they sat down across from each other, flipped through their menus with one hand, and kept their phone glued to the other and didn’t even look at me when they ordered. I swear, Evan, they didn’t even look up from their phones while they ate. They just shoveled in their expensive food without even tasting it and tapped away like mad. They didn’t say a fuckin’ word to each other. I don’t think they even
looked
at each other.”

Evan had the scandalized expression down pat. “No wonder nobody stays together anymore.”

“
I know, right? Would suck to know that a person who’s not even there is worth more than you, the one bothering to spend time with you. In person.”

“
That’s really sad.”

“
But I see it all the time. Even when people are out doing things with their kids, they gotta be on their phone. I wonder if that couple from the restaurant ever fuck or if they just sext each other instead.” Or maybe they did fuck; they just hurried through it so they could get back to their phones, another chore out of the way. “And they didn’t leave me a tip either. Probably because they never even saw me and not because they couldn’t afford it.”

“
You’re sounding awfully cynical tonight, Jamie. Usually you’re more upbeat. What’s the matter?”

Shit. Jamie hated it when Evan was right. And yeah, he felt cranky and frustrated and extra cynical. Thinking about his dad always did that to him. The asshole wasn’t worth him raining on his parade from wherever the fuck he’d skulked off to. Enough.

I’m here with Evan right now, and he was in such a good mood before I ruined it. I like it when he laughs and touches me and makes dirty remarks. He needs to laugh more, not meditate. Put the past back in the past and have some fun.
Jamie would skip the question and move on to those fun things. Like blowjobs. “I’m never gonna find him, Ev. ’kay? So it doesn’t matter what I’d say or not. Couldya just give it a rest now?”