I turn my gaze to the television as Elliot fiddles with the controller. He’s muttering under his breath, and I take a swig of my beer, biting back a smile.
Once the movie starts, I lean my head back on the headrest and eyeball my new friend. He’s watching the beginning of the movie with slightly narrowed eyes like he’s performing surgery. I wouldn’t be surprised if he started taking notes.
He’s intriguing and not at all what I’m used to.
Yeah, this dude is a keeper.
CHAPTERTWO
LUKE
Sun filtering in through the half-open window shade wakes me. I’m pressed against a warm body and blink through sleepy eyes at the man tucked underneath me. We’re both fully clothed, lying lengthwise on the sofa, my left arm and leg wrapped around him, and his face tucked into my neck.
Damn.
It’s been a while since I woke up next to someone. Usually, I fuck and run. I sure as hell didn’t fuck Elliot. I would remember that in explicit detail.
I also don’t feel much like running. I’m not sure I should analyze that too closely.
“Morning, sleepyhead,” I say, my voice rough from sleep.
Elliot’s eyes blink open and then widen when he sees me sprawled across him.
“Oh, so that wasn’t a nightmare,” he grumbles, and I smirk at him.
“Nah. That’s all me, baby. A dream come true.”
“Oh, Jesus. Get off of me,” he groans but there’s no conviction in his voice.
I nuzzle a little further into him, rubbing my cheek against his firm chest. This dude works out.
“Nah.”
Elliot sighs and runs a hand through my hair, and then tugs on it roughly. It sends a jolt right to my balls, and my dick twitches in my pants.
Damn.That’s new.
“I have things to do today. So, get off of me.”
Reluctantly, I push myself up and stretch out, running a hand across my stomach.
“What are we going to do today?” I ask, eyeing my new friend, who just so happens to make my dick a little hard. Never happened before, but I’m good with trying new things.
“I’m doing things. But not with you.”
I spread my legs and scratch at my neck. “That’s not very nice.”
He glances at the clock on the wall and mutters a string of curses.
“You need to go.Now.”
I refuse to move quickly because, damn, I’m curious. Where is he off to in such a hurry?
“Why do you want me out of here? Got a date?”
“No. It’s much worse…” his voice trails off when the doorbell rings, and he hangs his head with a loud sigh. “Goddammit. Is there any way I can convince you to slink out the back door or a window, perhaps? You have that criminal mentality. I think you could manage it.”
“Nah, I don’t feel like being a criminal today,” I say, pushing myself up and moving toward the front door. “How about I get this, instead?” I ask, but I don’t wait for his response.