Secret Cravings(12)
“Who is he?” Bryan asked.
“Wait.” Luke held up his hand, praying Nichole would keep her mouth closed. “For tonight, can I just be Luke, the guy you both met one Saturday night on the streets of New York?”
“I don’t care who you are. I like you. It doesn’t matter to me if you’re famous or just a regular guy,” Bryan said.
Luke’s whole body went hot and his eyes burned. No one had ever wanted him for just him. It had always been about connections, who was who, money and power. Luke put his elbows on the table and leaned in, staring directly into Bryan’s eyes. “You have no idea how wonderful that makes me feel, that you want to know me for me.”
Bryan reached across the table and ran his finger down Luke’s arm. “I’m glad you feel special, because you are.”
Luke blushed, amazed that he’d got this lucky. Bryan appealed to him more than other men did. He couldn’t put his finger on the exact cause for his interest, but it probably centred around the fact that the man was sweet and kind, and obviously thinking about more than just a score. Luke kept watching Bryan, sneaking glances when he could, loving the way the other man smiled.
Dinner was great. They talked about living in New York. Nichole told funny stories about the dogs she walked and kept flashing Luke sizzling looks that a week ago would have drawn his interest, but what really turned him on was Bryan’s blatant acceptance of him without even a clue as to his identity.
With dinner finished, they made their way back to Luke’s place. He wanted to ask them up, but part of him didn’t want to push for sex and ruin their entire relationship. They arrived at his building and stood on the corner. Luke didn’t know what to do. His body craved sex. He wanted to fuck both of them so badly he thought he would burst, but he valued the evening they’d just had.
Luke put his hands in his pockets as thoughts of rejection wound through him. Sure, he’d had sex with many people, but none of them had actually accepted him. He was going to take a chance with Bryan, really open up to him and let him in, and he only hoped he wouldn’t regret it.
“So, I want to invite you both up, but I don’t want to destroy this.” Luke stared straight into Bryan’s eyes, his heart thudding so hard he feared Bryan and Nichole could hear it.
“How about we go home and plan on doing this on Friday night?” Nichole chimed in, drawing his gaze from Bryan.
Disappointment flooded through Luke. He wanted Bryan to say something, but the guy stood there mute, just nodding. God, had he fucked this up already? Maybe Bryan didn’t want anything with him. He had brought Nichole along, after all. Luke was such an idiot, thinking that Bryan would actually care for him.
Luke smiled, putting on his public face, ignoring the pain in his heart. “Friday sounds good to me.”
* * * *
Amy raced home, hoping to catch sight of Pink. Damn, she needed to find out the girl’s name, but Pink would do for now.
Amy had gone in to work early, four-freaking-thirty in the morning, and done every ounce of paperwork she could find, which had allowed her to leave work at a decent hour. It was nearing six by the time she jumped off the train and made her way to the surface, running right into the girl of her dreams. Pink wobbled and started to tip backwards, so Amy reached out to steady her.
“So sorry, I didn’t mean to run you over.” Amy didn’t let go of the girl’s arm, too addicted to the heat. A slight scent of apples, a bit of dog, and some cinnamon wafted off the girl, leaving Amy desperate to lean in and sniff, to find out what other secrets this girl held. Pink stayed silent, staring up at Amy with her big blue eyes.
Amy smiled at Pink, hoping she could talk the girl into having dinner with her, or if not a meal, maybe a coffee. “I’m Amy. I just moved in down the hall from you.”
Pink’s eyes went even wider, her smile trembling as tears started to collect in her eyes. Amy saw pain flash behind the beautiful blue eyes. What had she done? “I’m sorry, are you okay?”
Pink swallowed and raised her hand. “I have to go.”
Amy watched Pink run off in the opposite direction, and her heart went out to the girl. There was a world of pain inside Pink and, for some twisted reason, Amy wanted to help her. Next time she met Pink, she’d make her talk. Well, she’d try to get her to talk, and she’d stay persistent.
* * * *
Friday rolled around and Bryan was ready for six to hit so he could get together with Luke and Nichole. He’d had another dream about Luke last night, and had woken to damp sheets and a stiff dick. He needed to get some relief. If they didn’t have sex tonight he was going to combust.