Page 81 of Sin Deep
“I promise. It’s going to be a long night.” A little fun, a little nap, a little more fun until the sun came up. They might be having breakfast at dinner time on Saturday.
“I love how you think.” Harley leaned his head back, looking up at him with dazed eyes. “I loveyou.”
“I love you. I’ve waited a lifetime for you, petit, and I love you very much.” He spun Harley again, deciding it was time to go. They could dance at home with less clothing between them. “Let’s go.”
“I’m right with you. Let’s dance at home in private.”
He gave Harley a nod and pulled him off the dance floor. He deliberately steered them away from the tables and toward the bar to avoid the possibility of running into Raymond and Oliver. “A car, please, Deacon?”
“Yes, Sir.” Deacon picked up the phone.
Harley stayed close but slipped Deacon a twenty in the tip jar.
“I saw that.” He winked at Harley. He couldn’t argue, the boy had found a way around the rules that suited him.
“He’s a good bartender. That’s important.”
He chuckled. “It is if you want good drinks.”
“Your car is outside, Master Winter.”
“Thank you, Deacon. Have a good evening.” He took Harley outside into a lovely evening and headed for the car.
They had a full dance card.
Harley cuddled into him in the car, fingers twined with his, body warm and solid against him. “You have plans for the weekend?”
He chuckled. “You. You are my plans for the weekend.” He thought Harley could use some extra attention after his long week. “You work so hard, and your leg is probably still sore. I’m sure you probably need some downtime.”
“Stitches come out Monday.” Harley winked at him, because he’d caught his boy starting to remove the stitches this morning, and he had fussed a bit.
“Good boy.” Winter slid a hand between Harley’s thighs, hoping the driver was minding his own business. “We’ll try to not pop any more this evening, hm?”
“If they come out, they’re meant to, right?” Harley’s lips parted and he wiggled under Winter’s touch.
“I suppose so.” He didn’t get too frisky, but he left his hand there, hot against the boy’s thigh and pressing into his groin. “I’m ready to be home.”
“Yes, Sir. I hear that.” Harley kissed his ear, tongue tracing the shell.
That made him shiver, brought his need into even sharper focus and reminded him how long he’d been waiting and how much he wanted his boy. “Mmm. Soon, petit.”
“Not soon enough, sexy lover.” He loved this confidence, especially mixed with the earlier vulnerability.
But the car did eventually get them home. By that time, he was buzzing and warm. And he hustled Harley out of the car and into his building.
Theirbuilding—his boy lived here now.
“Mmm…open the door, lover, so I can pounce you.”
“Oh-ho. So eager.” He opened the door and held it for Harley. “Home sweet home.”
“Yay!” Harley grabbed his butt and squeezed, playing madly.
He closed the door and threw the bolt, then turned slowly on his boy, backing him into the apartment. “Naughty.”
“Never…” Harley’s eyebrows waggled at him.
He snorted and reached for Harley, tugging on his shirt. “I want you to take all of this off. Start here.”
