“You should talk to her. She’s probably as
concerned as you, working with an old rival.”
“Then why’d she audition?” Pushing his mostly
empty plate aside, Daniel glanced up to meet his lover’s eyes.
He wasn’t going to let go of this. “Rival? The woman was not
a rival, Ray. It was strictly no contest.”
And even if she knew about him, Daniel couldn’t
blame Melanie for his own decision to leave. He couldn’t even
blame Josh. Josh didn’t want him to go. In fact, he’d asked
him to stay. Asked, begged, demanded…but Daniel’s anger wouldn’t
allow him to listen. He made a preemptive move, knowing who
the loser would be in the end.
Ramón studied him, worrying his lip a little.
“Then what’s the problem?”
“No problem, I’ll talk to her,” Daniel said
with a sigh. “She’ll be out here at the end of the month. I’ll
take her to dinner. Is that good enough?” He stretched his leg
under the table, his bare foot reaching for Ramón’s crotch.
Connecting, he glided along his already half-hard length.
“Sure.” The sexy sound might have been a purr.
Ramón slid lower in his seat, shortening the stretch and increasing
the pressure. “I’ll come, too.”
Not exactly the coming Daniel had in mind,
but probably a good idea if he wanted to avoid future confrontations.
He wouldn’t put it past Ramon to shove him at the woman and
then get jealous.
If I hadn’t been such a slut in the past… Too
late to change that now, or save his reputation. But, Ramón
had a streak of reasonable in him, didn’t he? Always these constant
tests.
“Give me the look, love.” Daniel’s toes straddled
Ramón’s cock through the denim and stroked.
Ramón’s face softened, eyelids drooped, breath
quickened. “What look?” There was a definite drowsy quality
to his voice. He was close.
As Daniel used the ball of his foot to add
pressure, the dark, Latino eyes glazed over.
He couldn’t fault Ramón’s jealousy. For a year
after they moved in together, Daniel did nothing to temper his
wild-boy image. He’d almost lost what they had together before
everrealizing how much he wanted it.
He’d been clean and sober—and monogamous—for eleven months.
Ramón might take a while to learn to trust him again, but Daniel
had embraced patience.
The bulge beneath Daniel’s foot grew hot with
the friction. Daniel followed the rod to its base, slid his
foot between Ramón’s legs and pressed his balls tight against
his body. Ramón grunted, his lips parted, his eyes rolled back.
“That look,” Daniel said on a breath. Warmth
flowed through him. “That ‘yes, yes, yes’ look. Take ’em off,
love.”
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