Waiting for Rain (7 page)

“We do have a bathroom, you know, where you can wash up. You don’t have to do it outside.”

I turned slowly to see Toby, formal shirt unbuttoned to the second button, his tie slung loosely around his neck. He looked like the decadent version of a sexy businessman. His lip was still slightly swollen but healing. I might have mentioned before that I really loved his pouty look. My heart beat faster. “I thought the hired help had to wash outside. Sorry. My mistake.”

I was joking, but I wasn’t prepared for the slight grimace of his lips, a look almost of shame.

Christ, I hope I haven’t upset him with my stupid misplaced wit.

“I’m sorry I made that comment,” he murmured. “I was being an arsehole.”

“I was joking now, Toby, trying to make you smile. I like it when you smile.”

He eyed me and then treated me to one of the things I liked. “It’s peaceful out here, isn’t it? I come out here when it all gets a bit much. Inside there’s always someone around. No privacy anywhere.” His voice sounded wistful.

I finished washing my hands and dried them on my shirt. I was conscious this was the first time we’d actually been alone together, just the two of us. I motioned to the wooden hut in the corner of the garden. “What’s that place?”

He looked puzzled. “It’s a garden shed. We keep the mowers and stuff in there, along with other odds and ends.”

I smiled slowly.

Yep, it was definitely big enough for what I had in mind.

I moved over to him and grabbed his hand, feeling a surge of excitement. He looked startled as I pulled him toward the shed. “Come on. Follow me.” Reaching the shed, I pushed open the door. The musty smell of mown grass, what smelled like garlic, probably from the fennel that grew wild, and a general miasmic air of neglect permeated the small but adequate room.

“What the hell are you doing?” Toby sounded apprehensive. His eyes darted everywhere as he looked around the garden.

“Getting us some ‘
us
’ time.” I manhandled him into the small room, which barely gave us room to breathe, let alone move, and shut the door behind us. His eyes widened, his breathing getting deeper. His mouth parted as if he was about to say something, and once again I took it as an invitation. I pulled him to me, desperate to taste him. He moaned into my mouth as his tongue touched mine, and I lost it. I slammed him against the wooden frame so hard the implements hung on the wall rattled. His mouth got hungrier, and he pushed me back, shoving me against the opposite wall fiercely.

“Hell, you taste good,” he gasped as his tongue, that hungry, voracious tongue, literally fucked my mouth. It was my turn to groan. His hands slipped in under my shirt and stroked my stomach, and my cock flipped. It hardened and strained against my jeans, and all I wanted to feel were his hands on it. I didn’t have long to wait. Toby was already unzipping me and reaching in to grasp me in his hand. My testicles swelled achingly. My cock—well, suffice to say, if it could tap dance it would.

“Undo me,” he panted. “I need to feel your hands on me. Right now.”

“Easy, hotshot.” I chuckled as I unbuttoned his pants and then drew the zip down. “You can be very bossy, you know that?”

I reached into his opened trousers, slid his silky boxers down his lean hips, and gripped him firmly. He shuddered and pushed his body closer into mine. We now had hold of each other’s dicks and were stroking them, hard then slow. Mouths and lips moved in carnal passion together as our eager hips humped frantically. It was sheer heaven after so much anticipation and celibacy.

The action was quick, and neither of us took long to climax. I felt him quiver in my hands as his tongue slicked mine and felt the sticky, hot fluid of his come shoot over my hand and arm. He moaned softly, his breath tickling my inner ear, and at that erotic sound my cock jerked in his hand and I flooded my jeans. I leaned my forehead against his, gasping and feeling a little better. We both stood there, hands still clasping each other’s spent cocks, whilst our breathing got back to normal. Finally, I pulled my hand away from him, wiping it on my jeans. Toby stepped back, his face flushed, looking much like mine probably was, satiated and rosy. He wiped his hands on his boxer shorts, pulled them back up, then fastened his trousers. I rearranged my underwear and did my jeans up. We looked at each other.

“Well, that was quick but fun,” Toby said softly. “I guess it was a start.”

“Start to what?” My brow furrowed. I hoped he wasn’t going to say “relationship.” I definitely wasn’t ready for that.

“To whatever this is that we’ve got going. Even you have to admit there’s a definite… spark between us.”

I felt a little relieved. “Oh, there’s a definite spark. More like a bloody flare, I’d say. Hopefully this is the first of many such encounters, when we get the chance.” My tone was wry as I grinned.

Toby laughed softly. “Yup. This—” He waved a hand at the inside of the shed. “—this is nice. It’ll do in a pinch.”

I pulled him to me, kissing him a little more softly this time. His mouth tasted of chocolate and coffee and mint. “Yes, indeed,” I whispered into his ear as his lips nuzzled my neck. “It will do very well.”

T
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two weeks we managed a lot more encounters in the shed, virtually daily, all hot, pulsing action, from jerking each other off to blowjobs, at which Toby was very good. He knew how to suck me off and made sure he made the most of me when he had me in his mouth. I think he felt the same about my blowjobs, judging from the squeaks and expletives that came out of his beautiful and very dirty mouth. But we still never found the time to properly fuck. I wanted so much to feel myself inside him, feel those muscles of his clench around me and bring me to orgasm. I wanted to own him, hear him shout my name as I pounded his arse. We tried to be circumspect, and while people knew we were interested in each other, we never made our little sessions obvious.

I felt possessive about this man, and that wasn’t my usual style at all with someone I’d just met and only wanted to use as a fuck buddy. It worried me a little. But I needn’t have worried because I managed to screw it up a few days later.

We’d just had a particularly good workout in the shed, and both of us were leaning against the wall of the hut, gasping, trousers around ankles.

“Christ, that was intense,” Toby panted as he got his breath back. “I swear those lips of yours get better every time you suck me off, Rain.”

I nodded in satisfaction at his words. “Practice makes perfect, Toby. And we’re certainly getting enough of that.”

Toby leaned down awkwardly and pulled up his trousers. “Perhaps we could do something different for a change?” he said wistfully. “Go on a real date sometime instead of just quickies in the shed? Get to know each other a little better?” He zipped himself up and looked at me hopefully.

I felt a thrill of unease down my spine. That sounded too much like a real relationship thing to do. “Don’t you like this, then?” I waved a hand around the shed. “I’m quite happy doing what we’re doing. Why spoil it?”

He went still. “Spoil it?” The quietness in his voice should have warned me he was annoyed. I’d seen it when he was tackling issues with recalcitrant staff and tradesmen at the hotel, and a quiet Toby was a dangerous one. But I plowed ahead anyway.

“Well, we have a good thing going here. We both get our rocks off and go home happy.”

He nodded, and this time I saw the flint in his eyes. “I see. So this is as far it goes?” He waved around the shed. “BJ’s and jack offs? You don’t really want to get to know me?”

I heard the evenness in his tone, and I swallowed. “Well, I didn’t know you wanted anything more, Toby. But now I do—”

He shook his head wearily. “Don’t worry, Rain. It’s all right. I should have known better.” The resignation in his voice made my chest wrench. I watched as he tightened his tie, made sure he looked presentable, and then without a backward glance, he was gone. I wanted to go after him, but my trousers were pooled around my ankles, and with the shuffling about, one leg had caught in an old lawnmower blade. I cursed and tried to untangle the fabric, but it took a while. By the time I had my dignity restored and my pants up, Toby had disappeared into the bowels of the hotel.

I wandered over into the Canterbury Bar to see Lucas carrying a piece of glossy cherrywood on his shoulder. He raised an eyebrow when he saw me.

“Where the hell did you get to?” he said aggrievedly. “I’ve been bloody humping this stuff around by myself for half an hour. You might be the boss, Rain, mate, but that doesn’t mean you can slack off.”

I scowled. “I had some business to do in the office. I’m sorry I wasn’t here.”

He nodded, but he didn’t look as if he believed me. “Uh-huh. Well, get your arse into gear and give me a hand.”

I did what I was told. It was much later that evening when I went to try and find Toby. I saw Chris, his night manager, wandering around with a plate of what looked like strawberries and cream. I walked up to him, and he nodded.

“Hey, Rain. You’re here late. What’s up?”

“Lucas and I had a load of timber to offload, ready for tomorrow. Err, have you seen Toby?”

He looked uncomfortable. “Toby went to the movies tonight with some guy he met last week. The guy was all over him earlier.” He looked at me curiously. “I thought you and he were, you know, seeing each other?”

I shrugged. “It’s nothing set in stone. We’re both free agents.” I said the words, but I didn’t like the idea at all of Toby being with someone else right now, especially someone who was “all over him.”

Chris didn’t look convinced. “I could have sworn you two… never mind, none of my business. I guess he’ll only be back much later.” He motioned toward the bowl of fruit and cream he held. “Anyway, I’d better get this back to the kitchen. Apparently the strawberries are too sour, and the lady wants some sugar on them. See you later, Rain.” He waved and disappeared. I kicked the stair moodily and turned to go out into the parking lot to my car. I drove home feeling like my world had just got that much darker.

The next day I arrived bright and early at the hotel, hoping to catch a glimpse of Toby before the morning rush. I found him in the office, busy poring over menus and guest lists.

His face darkened when I knocked. “I’m a little busy this morning. No time to chat, I’m afraid.”

I didn’t like this formal and unapproachable man that sat behind his desk looking as sexy as hell, even with eyes that didn’t have his usual warm and inviting look.

“Yeah, I’m sorry to disturb you, but I needed to apologize for yesterday.” I wasn’t used to giving an apology, and I’d had a sleepless night thinking about how best to do it. “I think I might have been a bit of a bastard.”

One of his eyebrows rose fractionally. It was a complete turn-on, and my whole body tingled, some bits more than others. “Toby, you know I like you. I just get a little overwhelmed sometimes. I’m not good with relationships and crap like that.”

“Crap like that?” His lips twitched.

I squirmed. “Feeling stuff, getting to know people better. I’m a physical kind of guy, not touchy-feely.”

“I am aware of that, Rain. More than most, I’d think.” I heard a slight tinge of amusement in his voice and was encouraged by it.

“If you want to go on a proper date, I’d be all for it.” I scowled. “As long as you haven’t already found someone else to see, that is.”

He looked at me with a slight smirk. “Chris told you I went out last night?”

I didn’t answer, just picked up a stapler off the desk and toyed with it. He leaned back in his chair and regarded me steadily. “Brett is an old friend from Lincoln. He’s a little camp and rather exuberant, but we aren’t fucking each other.”

I felt a surge of relief. “Good. Because I don’t think I’d take to that idea.”

He raised another eyebrow, and I wanted to lean over and grab him, kiss those full lips, and plunder his mouth. He saw my attention and smiled, a wide, sexy one that only Toby could manage.

“Would you like to go to Leicester to a gay nightclub? It’s a pretty good venue, and we could go dancing and see where the night takes us.” He licked his lips, and I stared at that action, mesmerized. His lips were wet and shiny.

Christ, I had it bad. This man was a complete turn-on for me.

I nodded. “I love dancing. I did a lot of it in London at the clubs. So yeah, that sounds like a plan. You let me know when you can get free, and I’ll fit in with you.”

I had a real date with Toby. I didn’t want to admit it, but it sounded good.

Chapter 5

Toby

I
T
WAS
close to 11:00 p.m. when I finally managed to pull Rain away from the dance floor. I shouted in his ear that it was time to go home. My feet hurt, and my groin was swollen as hell with a hard-on that nothing but a good bout of sheer animal sex would cure. The constant grinding and humping against each other’s bodies had left me raw with my lust for the man who now stood in front of me, his eyes slightly unfocused and definitely turned on, if the bulge at the crotch of his tight jeans was to be believed. I hoped it was for me and not that swarthy guy who’d been crotch bumping him for the last few minutes on the dance floor. I’d been getting ready to challenge him to a duel, cocks at the ready. I dragged Rain out of the club, and he followed me willingly. His white shirt was stained with sweat.

What was it about this man that sweat seemed to love him so much? It was a complete turn-on. I was normally a bit of a clean freak, but there was something about Rain….

Outside, the air was balmy, the evening still warm. The minute we were outside and making our way to the parking lot, to Rain’s car, he reached across, grabbing my arm. It wasn’t a gentle grab, more like a desperate grasp on reality. I stumbled back into him, and he wrapped his strong arms around me, pressing his front against my back. He pressed his hardness against my backside, and the feel of it made me groan. His warm breath smelled of beer and tequila shots.