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Reese s.
Reese Armstrong was impervious to love. Nobody could get past his armor. It s
what kept him sharp, what kept him safe. Love was sticky and messy. Love was for
fools. The wager had been made, and the goods, by the end of the evening, would be
delivered.
As he headed out of the bedroom, he flicked the switch beside the door that would
turn on the motion sensors in the camera hidden in the smoke detector. It would record
directly to his DVR. He closed his eyes, imagining the expression on Hank s face when
he handed him the video.
Life was good.
So why did he feel so bad?
~*~
After dinner, Jeff drove Reese the short distance to his house. Jeff had enjoyed
himself at the restaurant, a family Italian place without the pretension of the bistro
they d had lunch at earlier in the week. The food was good and their talk easy and
friendly. Jeff had felt more relaxed than he could remember, though probably the half
bottle of wine he d consumed with the meal hadn t hurt in that regard.
They took a short walk along the tree-lined streets of Reese s neighborhood, quite a
cut above where Jeff lived. Turning up a stone path laid along the side of a small but
well-tended lawn, Reese unlocked the front door of a white one-story house with red
shutters and a matching red door. He gestured Jeff inside.
The house was tidy and comfortably furnished, with large, airy rooms. Jeff was
embarrassed, thinking of his place and what Reese must have thought of it.
He could have afforded to live much better than he did. He d taken the small, cheap
apartment when he d first arrived in Denver, telling himself he d find something better
once he was certain he was staying. For the first time, he thought he might be ready to
make Denver his home.
After retrieving a bottle of champagne, an ice bucket and two glasses, Reese led Jeff
out to the back deck. They sat on low, comfortable deck chairs, sipping cold champagne
and admiring the view of the mountains glowing purple and orange in the twilight of
the setting sun.
Wanna get in the hot tub? Reese suggested.
I haven t got a bathing suit.
That s all right, neither do I.
Jeff watched, mesmerized, as Reese stood and pulled the soft sweater over his head.
His mouth actually watered as he stared at the broad, muscular chest.
With his eyes on Jeff s face, Reese unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down his tan
legs. He was wearing a black thong, his thick cock pointing upward toward his hip
beneath the fabric.
Taking the ice bucket with the champagne, he sat on the edge of the hot tub,
dangling his legs in the water. Come on, he urged. The water s perfect. Bring your
glass. He waved his own, reaching for the champagne to top it off.
Taking a breath, Jeff slipped out of his things, moving quickly toward the other side
of the tub. He left on his underwear, not a sexy thong, but practical cotton briefs. Setting
his glass carefully on the rim of the tub, he lowered himself into the hot, frothing water.
This feels great, he said, letting the water jets pummel his back. Reese reached for
Jeff s empty glass. Without asking, he refilled it and handed it to him. Jeff knew he
didn t need any more to drink, but he took it anyway. He remembered hearing it wasn t
a good idea to drink in a hot tub, but the champagne was delicious, and what the hell?
They sat across from each other in silence for a while. The sky had deepened to a
dark royal blue and a few sparkling stars were sprinkled over it. Reese looked so hot,
his muscular arms stretched out along the rim of the tub, his skin ruddy from the rising
steam. He was watching Jeff, his head tilted, his gaze appraising.
What? Jeff said, feeling suddenly self-conscious.
I want you.
Jeff swallowed, his cock tingling. Was this it? Were they going to make love
tonight? Did he want that? Was he ready? Was Reese the kind of guy who wanted you
only as long as he didn t have you?
A voice in Jeff s head answered emphatically. Yes. That s exactly the kind of guy he is.
His cock ignored the voice. I want you, too, he said softly.
Reese stood and reached behind the tub, pulling up two towels. He held one out to
Jeff. Without a trace of self-consciousness, Reese pulled off the wet thong before
wrapping the towel around his lower body, giving Jeff a glimpse of his thick, long cock.
He stepped out of the tub and headed toward the back door of the house.
Coming?
Jeff hoisted himself onto the side of the tub and climbed out. He pulled off his wet
briefs, glad Reese wasn t watching him. Quickly he wrapped the towel around his
body, grabbed his clothes and followed.
Reese led him straight to the bedroom. He stopped abruptly in the middle of the
room, so that Jeff nearly bumped into him. He could feel the heat still emanating from
Reese s skin. He could almost taste the kisses they d shared earlier that day.
Turning toward Jeff with narrowed eyes, Reese dropped his towel. His cock sprung
forward, beckoning like a divining rod. He backed toward the bed, holding out his
arms.
The insistent, warning voices that had been whispering all week in Jeff s head were
entirely silenced at last, drowned out by the rush of raw need. He moved forward,
every fiber of his being alive with desire.
~*~
Reese fell back against the bed, savoring the hungry look in Jeff s eyes. Yeah, it was
obvious Jeff wanted him. The thing was, he wanted Jeff too. He wanted him too much,
and he knew it.
He pushed away the thought. He d sort out the emotional crap later, and toss it in
the garbage where it belonged. For now, he just wanted to possess this man, with his
dark, tousled hair falling into his face, his pale skin gleaming in the light of the rising
moon.
Reese reached for the lamp beside the bed. It wouldn t do if there wasn t enough
light for the hidden camera to record by. Leaning up on his elbows, he stared at Jeff,
willing him to drop the towel.
Jeff s lips were pressed together and he was breathing hard through his nostrils,
which were slightly flared as a result. When he shook back the hair from his face, his
eyes seemed to be burning with an internal fire. His hands trembled as he let the towel
drop from his narrow hips.
Reese raked his eyes over the strong, lean body, stopping at Jeff s cock, which was
every bit as long and thick as his own, the tip glistening with pre-cum. He met Jeff s
eyes and dragged his tongue suggestively over his lips.
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