“We’re not dating. He’s only…”
“Helping you through some problems,” she threw back at him. “Well, whatever his reasons, I’m glad for the both of you. Just remember, people show their loneliness in different ways. Some clam up, others go about their lives as though nothing is wrong until someone comes along and turns their perfectly ordered world upside down.”
She glanced out the window again, compassion glowing in her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, patting him on the leg, “I have to go unglue my kids from their X-Box so they can do their chores. I swear, whoever invented those things should be dragged out into the street and shot. And don’t worry about your brother, dear. Lucas gave me permission to call the cops immediately if he ever sets foot on store property again.”
She stood, then leaned over to place a hand on his cheek. “You’re a sweetie. I don’t blame Lucas in the slightest. Tell him I said ‘bye, will you?”
He frowned at her cryptic words but nodded. “Sure, Amanda. Thanks for the warning.” He walked her to the front door then returned to the couch to mull over their conversation. Lucas’ lean, heavily muscled build drew his gaze outside and he began to wonder what other secrets lay behind the man’s normally cool façade.
He would never have suspected his boss of being insecure, and yet he felt it every time Lucas checked in on him. Then there was the secret of his race and abilities. Lucas had also divulged that it took both partners to create the kind of bond they had, which meant that he must have cared for Kyle as much as Kyle had him during their brief moment of passion. Or had it been all along like Amanda suggested? Several people had witnessed Craig hurting him, yet none of them had raised their voice in opposition, let alone taken action against it as Lucas had.
The idea that such a large, confident man was lonely struck him as a little unbelievable, but then, he’d gone for years without anyone suspecting the same of him. Suddenly, his reasons for shutting Lucas out seemed selfish. Amanda was absolutely right about one thing. Lucas had turned his life upside down to help him while asking for nothing in return. The least Kyle owed him was an explanation for his reticence towards him.
Kyle slipped on his sneakers, went out back and slowly approached Lucas. Long, sleek lines covered in a light sheen of sweat gleamed in the sunlight. Form-fitting jeans rode just below his tapered waist and hugged his rounded ass nicely. There was a stylised, circular tattoo between his shoulder blades that drew attention to the sinuous muscles that flexed and bunched along his back.
Pausing to admire the sight, Kyle felt his heart skip at the realisation that this gorgeous man wanted him. Maybe not for a relationship, but the fact of their bond had to count for something.
Lucas turned then, as though sensing him, and Kyle’s eyes roamed as if of their own accord over the planes and angles of his body. Scars he hadn’t noticed before stood out in pale contrast to his tanned flesh. They were faded and appeared to have been made by weapons, which only added to his rugged appeal.
Kyle’s mouth went dry and blood pooled to his groin, pushing his engorged cock painfully against the teeth of his zipper. When his eyes rose to meet Lucas’, the lust he saw in them fuelled his own, burning him with its intensity. What gave him the courage to act on his arousal, however, was the hesitancy he felt in the man’s emotions.
Lucas would never hurt or rush him. He knew it then without a single doubt in his mind or heart. Memories of Craig’s cruel abuse vanished in the face of that knowledge. Kyle nodded, giving Lucas the permission he was waiting for.
The axe hit the ground and Lucas strode forwards. Kyle shivered, expecting the man to be rough in his eagerness, but he was met with the softest kiss, like the brush of wings along his lips, and hands that threaded tenderly through
“Helping you through some problems,” she threw back at him. “Well, whatever his reasons, I’m glad for the both of you. Just remember, people show their loneliness in different ways. Some clam up, others go about their lives as though nothing is wrong until someone comes along and turns their perfectly ordered world upside down.”
She glanced out the window again, compassion glowing in her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, patting him on the leg, “I have to go unglue my kids from their X-Box so they can do their chores. I swear, whoever invented those things should be dragged out into the street and shot. And don’t worry about your brother, dear. Lucas gave me permission to call the cops immediately if he ever sets foot on store property again.”
She stood, then leaned over to place a hand on his cheek. “You’re a sweetie. I don’t blame Lucas in the slightest. Tell him I said ‘bye, will you?”
He frowned at her cryptic words but nodded. “Sure, Amanda. Thanks for the warning.” He walked her to the front door then returned to the couch to mull over their conversation. Lucas’ lean, heavily muscled build drew his gaze outside and he began to wonder what other secrets lay behind the man’s normally cool façade.
He would never have suspected his boss of being insecure, and yet he felt it every time Lucas checked in on him. Then there was the secret of his race and abilities. Lucas had also divulged that it took both partners to create the kind of bond they had, which meant that he must have cared for Kyle as much as Kyle had him during their brief moment of passion. Or had it been all along like Amanda suggested? Several people had witnessed Craig hurting him, yet none of them had raised their voice in opposition, let alone taken action against it as Lucas had.
The idea that such a large, confident man was lonely struck him as a little unbelievable, but then, he’d gone for years without anyone suspecting the same of him. Suddenly, his reasons for shutting Lucas out seemed selfish. Amanda was absolutely right about one thing. Lucas had turned his life upside down to help him while asking for nothing in return. The least Kyle owed him was an explanation for his reticence towards him.
Kyle slipped on his sneakers, went out back and slowly approached Lucas. Long, sleek lines covered in a light sheen of sweat gleamed in the sunlight. Form-fitting jeans rode just below his tapered waist and hugged his rounded ass nicely. There was a stylised, circular tattoo between his shoulder blades that drew attention to the sinuous muscles that flexed and bunched along his back.
Pausing to admire the sight, Kyle felt his heart skip at the realisation that this gorgeous man wanted him. Maybe not for a relationship, but the fact of their bond had to count for something.
Lucas turned then, as though sensing him, and Kyle’s eyes roamed as if of their own accord over the planes and angles of his body. Scars he hadn’t noticed before stood out in pale contrast to his tanned flesh. They were faded and appeared to have been made by weapons, which only added to his rugged appeal.
Kyle’s mouth went dry and blood pooled to his groin, pushing his engorged cock painfully against the teeth of his zipper. When his eyes rose to meet Lucas’, the lust he saw in them fuelled his own, burning him with its intensity. What gave him the courage to act on his arousal, however, was the hesitancy he felt in the man’s emotions.
Lucas would never hurt or rush him. He knew it then without a single doubt in his mind or heart. Memories of Craig’s cruel abuse vanished in the face of that knowledge. Kyle nodded, giving Lucas the permission he was waiting for.
The axe hit the ground and Lucas strode forwards. Kyle shivered, expecting the man to be rough in his eagerness, but he was met with the softest kiss, like the brush of wings along his lips, and hands that threaded tenderly through
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