Chapter 44
He caught Quin’s wrist and tugged lightly. “Come here.”
Quin leaned forward, across the space between them. Jerry closed his eyes, lips tingling as he waited for a kiss that never came. He felt the tip of Quin’s nose brush his cheek, then felt damp lips on his earlobe. “Inside,” Quin whispered, pulling his hand easily out of Jerry’s loose grip.
“Can’t we—” Jerry started, but the car door opened and slammed shut, leaving him alone. When he opened his eyes, he saw Quin’s backside cross the few remaining feet of yard before those long, lithe legs took the porch steps two at a time.
He needed no further prompting. Pocketing his keys, he hurried after Quin.
By the time he reached the porch, Quin was already inside. Jerry followed him into a dark utility room. Ahead an open doorway led to a small kitchen. The only light came from above the stove, left on to cast a golden glow around the room. Quin tossed his keys onto the kitchen table, then removed his messenger bag, then his jacket. He spared Jerry a quick glance as he kicked off his shoes
“When I first saw that video on your computer, I thought there must’ve been some kind of mistake,” Quin admitted. He turned and leaned back against the table, studying Jerry. “The word around the office is you’re straight.”
Jerry shrugged off his suit jacket and hung it on the same chair where Quin had placed his. “I like men and women. It doubles my chances of getting laid, you know?” He moved closer, trailing a finger down the front of Quin’s shirt. The body beneath the fabric felt firm and taut, and oh-so-tempting. Jerry lowered his voice to an intimate murmur. “What about you? What do you like?”
Quin reached out and grabbed Jerry’s belt buckle in one sure hand. The other snagged his zipper; in seconds, Quin’s nimble fingers had the fly of Jerry’s pants gaping open. Quin delved inside, pushing Jerry’s tucked-in shirt up and out of the way as his other hand eased into the front of Jerry’s briefs to cup Jerry’s dick, already half-hard with anticipation. With a little tug on Jerry’s cock, Quin pulled him closer and Jerry stumbled into his coworker, placing his hands flat on the table behind Quin to steady himself.
Then Quin’s hot, wet lips closed over Jerry’s mouth in a possessive kiss.
“This,” Quin whispered when they parted for air. “I want this.”
To emphasize his point, Quin encircled Jerry’s dick and gave it a healthy squeeze he felt from the back of his teeth all the way to the balls of his feet. His other hand tweaked at Jerry’s navel, then rubbed around Jerry’s waist to dip down between the cleft of Jerry’s buttocks. Jerry arched his back and felt one long finger rim his ass. He gasped as Quin’s fingertip breeched his butt. “God,” he gasped, his face pressed into Quin’s shoulder. “This, yes. Me, too. Right here?”
Quin kissed his cheek. “In the kitchen? Please. I thought you were old-fashioned.”
Jerry thrust into Quin’s hot hand. “Not when it comes to sex. Where—”
Suddenly Quin slipped out from under him, and Jerry fell against the table. “Fuck,” he growled, pushing himself upright. “You little cocktease.”
“I didn’t say no.” Quin was already moving through the kitchen, undressing as he went. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the floor in front of the stove; undoing his pants, he shucked them down his hips as he moved through a doorway leading further into the house. “I just said not here. You coming along, or what?”
“I’m coming, all right,” Jerry muttered. Quickly he unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to the floor. His undershirt followed, and he half-pushed, half-kicked his pants away as he hurried after Quin.
The hallway was dark and widened into a foyer that led to a large living room lit by a single lamp near the front window. As Jerry entered the living room, he crouched to remove his briefs and socks. “I feel like I’ve been chasing after you all damn night. Where—”
“Right here,” Quin breathed into Jerry’s ear.
This time when Jerry started in surprise, Quin’s strong, slim arms caught him before he could fall. He kissed Jerry’s shoulder, then moved along Jerry’s collarbone, leaving a little trail of kisses in his wake. Each time his lips pressed against Jerry’s skin, Jerry felt his cock twitch in response.
Jerry smoothed a hand along Quin’s forehead, then dove his fingers into that thick patch of dark hair he’d been eying all night. It wasn’t stiff with product, as he’d expected—no, Quin’s hair was soft and cottony, begging to be tugged and kneaded. Jerry pulled Quin close and buried his face in the hair to breathe in its fresh scent. “God,” he sighed into its depths. He nuzzled behind Quin’s ear, wanting to revel in the rich darkness beneath him.