Harmless(27)

"Can I tell you something?" Roan asked.

"Anything."

"Never mind."

"Come on," Seg said, keeping his tone light. "You can tell me anything. What?"

When Roan spoke again, his voice was lower, gruffer. "I want to do more than talk."

Instant boner. Seg's dick roared to life as though Roan had said, "I want to fuck you up against the wall." However, Seg pretended to misunderstand. "You mean like dinner?"

"No."

Okay. "Tell me."

"I shouldn't be doing this. We shouldn't be doing this."

"What?" Seg wanted Roan to say it.

"Shit. I'm sorry, Seg. I-"

"Don't apologize," Seg interrupted, keeping his tone gentle. "Take a breath. No one's forcing you to do anything. Why don't I let you go? And tomorrow, you can call me again. And the next day. I like hearing your voice, too." It was the truth.

"Right."

"I'm serious, Roan." Seg swallowed hard. "Sure, I'd like to get you naked and under me again. I'd jump on that in a second, trust me. But this is good, too."

Roan laughed, clearly not believing him. "You're right. I should go."

"Just promise me one thing," Seg added before Roan could hang up.

"What's that?"

"That you'll call me again. Whenever you're ready to talk some more." Or do other things. He obviously wasn't going to say that part aloud.

"I will," Roan confirmed. "Later."

Seg didn't even get the chance to say good-bye before Roan had hung up. But that was okay. Roan would call him again, of that he was certain. 

Reaching beneath the blankets, Seg stroked his erection, his mind wandering to that night with Roan.

Damn, that'd been the hottest fucking night of his life. He still remembered everything Roan had done, the way his mouth felt on him, his hands.

Gripping his cock, he firmly stroked, his breaths coming faster, the pleasure taking over. What he wouldn't give to be with Roan right now. To have the man's lips wrapped around the head of his cock.

Seg pushed the blankets down, watching as his fist moved up and down his shaft, his thumb swiping the bead of pre-cum pooling on the tip. This was exactly what happened whenever he thought about Roan. He wanted one more night with him.

No, that wasn't true. He wanted many more nights with him.

"Oh, fuck," he whispered, his eyes darting to the TV, then back to his dick. "Roan  …  I fucking need you."

Closing his eyes, Seg gave himself over to his release, his heart pounding, his chest heaving as he came down from that temporary high. Damn. He wished he could've spent more time talking to Roan, getting to know him. They didn't have to simply have sex. Seg would be content with more. Did Roan think like that? About him?

What he wasn't sure of was how this would play out. More importantly, he wasn't sure whether it even could.

But he damn sure wanted to see where it went. Even if it was only temporary.

It seemed Seg had spent his entire life chasing happiness that he never could get in his grasp. No matter how hard he tried, how many women he dated, he'd never once come close to feeling this strange euphoria he felt when he simply talked to Roan on the phone.

There was something about Roan that was different. Something other than the fact that he was a man. Seg knew that was more about his own hidden desires than anything else, but he wanted to see this through.

Mainly because he got the feeling it was the only way he'd ever know how to be happy in every sense of the word.





Six

ROAN ROLLED OVER, GRABBING FOR his pillow to pull it over his head.

What the hell was that noise and why wouldn't it stop?

He reached out to hit his alarm clock, wanting the damn thing to shut up, but then the sound registered. It wasn't his alarm he was trying to ignore, that was Liam crying.

"Shit."

He bounded out of bed and made a beeline for the kitchen, popping the lid off the formula and grabbing one of the water-filled bottles. Liam was eating more these days. According to the doctor, he was gaining weight nicely, which was a relief considering how tiny he'd been when he was born. He dumped the appropriate number of scoops, screwed on the lid, and started shaking as he went to Liam's room.

It only took him three minutes to get the baby changed and settled with his late-night snack while Roan relaxed in the rocking chair he'd picked up last week.

God, he was tired. It felt like he'd been awake for a year, and he knew he'd gone to bed not long after he got off the phone with Seg. In fact, he'd forced himself to go to sleep, hoping he could forget the man who seemed to be flooding his thoughts these days.

Good news was he hadn't been dreaming about Seg. Bad news, he'd been dreaming about Cassie. About the day they'd found out she was pregnant.