Free Finding Eden by Kele Moon Page B

intoxicating mix of cologne and sweat. Danny tried not to notice the coppery smell of blood, and tried even harder not to admit to himself that it was turning him on.
    He was silently praying it was just his mind playing tricks on him. He had wanted Paul for too long, hungered for him too desperately. The car ride felt like the last few steps out of a fathomless desert. He was parched for just a taste of Paul, for some way to quench the excruciating thirst. If spilling a little blood was all it took to get it, the scent of it was more than enough to get his dick hard.
    He wasn’t trying to stop himself from taking advantage of Paul. He wasn’t that noble, not even close. He was, however, hoping to God that a lifetime of starvation on his part wasn’t going to clash too violently with Paul’s preference for pain. He should be taking him to the hospital as it was, not silently plotting a way to get him writhing beneath him. By the time he pulled up to his house, leaving his car in the large patch of open land in front of it, his hands were shaking and his cock was throbbing.
    It was, by far, the longest car ride of Danny’s entire life.
    Danny turned off the car without looking at Paul. “Get out.”
    It was strange how Paul obeyed without a single hesitation. Not understanding for the life of him why this was what got Paul off, but not arguing with good fortune, Danny got out after him. He pocketed his keys as he walked around the car and stared at Paul curiously.
    The house was lonely at the end of a long road. The trees surrounding it cast shadows in the darkness, but the sky was clear and Paul looked amazing wearing moonlight. He still wore Danny’s white shirt. It hung open, showing off Paul’s broad, muscular chest, and flapped in the breeze that was a benefit of autumn in Tampa. Paul tilted his head toward him, his crystalline gaze vibrant in the darkness. He took a shuddering breath, staring at Danny through lowered lashes that were surprisingly long, contributing to almost-pretty features marred only by his large size.
    “Are you mad at me?” Paul asked, his voice laced with fear that had been absent in the car.
    Danny shook his head, heaving a sigh. “No.”
    Paul licked his lips, hesitance showing on his face. “You don’t have to—”
    “I want to,” Danny said, trying to put himself in Paul’s shoes, with his secrets laid bare, his darkest desires spilled out on the table as stark and vibrant as the blood stains blossoming crimson against the white silk of Danny’s shirt. “I like it, Paul Guy,” he admitted. If Paul could lay his soul bare, Danny could too. “I like it a lot.”
    Paul frowned, the murkiness to his thinking process obvious. “Like what?”
    “Cock,” Danny clarified. “I enjoy fucking men. Particularly pretty college boys with innocent smiles and blue eyes that sparkle in the moonlight.”
    “I’m not pretty,” Paul said defensively.
    Danny snorted in amusement as a blanket of relief fell over him, making him feel more relaxed than he had been in a very long time. He hadn’t realized until right then how much that secret had weighed on him. “You’re pretty to me,” he said with a lustful sigh, letting his eyes run over Paul longingly once more. “God, you’re like candy, you’re so fucking sweet. I just wanna eat you.”
    “That’s not sexy,” Paul said, giving him a disgruntled look. “Do you really fuck guys?”
    “Yes.”
    Paul’s weight shifted from one foot to the other. He bit his lip for one long moment before he asked, “Are you, um, a pitcher or a…catcher?”
    Danny couldn’t help it; he smiled broadly, so much so his cheeks hurt from the effort. “I pitch—exclusively. Scared?”
    “Yes,” Paul said quickly, but his voice was breathy-sounding with a catch of excitement that was totally out of place. One would think he’d just admitted to a secret love of chocolate instead of a very real fear of getting fucked by his best friend.