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Authors: Diane Henders
music?”
“Sure.” I hurried to
the living room to drop in the first CD that came to hand, and
moments later the first notes of Louis Armstrong’s trumpet made us
both smile.
“Good old Satchmo,”
Arnie rasped as he reached into his pocket to withdraw the scanner
again.
I gave him a nod and
headed for the bedroom to retrieve the other scanner Stemp didn’t
know I had.
When I returned to the
living room a few minutes later, I let Hellhound’s sexy rough-edged
voice ease my frustration while he sang along with the music,
limping systematically back and forth with the scanner. The green
light glowed steadily until he neared me.
When the red light
began to flash again, I gave him a frustrated grimace and waved a
thumbs-down at my own scanner. I couldn’t get far enough away from
myself to use it. He shrugged philosophically, and I sprawled on my
worn sofa to attempt patience while he finished the scan.
At last, he reappeared
from the back bedroom and shot a thumbs-up at his scanner. I
relaxed in the knowledge that I was the only thing in the house
that was bugged.
I made space for him
on the couch beside me. “Come here,” I encouraged. “You should put
your foot up for a while.”
He stooped to give me
a light kiss. “Sorry, darlin’, I gotta go.” He limped into the
kitchen and I followed, catching up with him as he reached the
front door.
“Why don’t you stay
for a bit?” I ran my hands over his chest and leaned in to kiss
him.
His arms closed around
me, but he didn’t deepen the kiss as I’d hoped. I gave him a little
tongue-tease and pressed closer.
When I still wasn’t
rewarded with one of his world-class kisses, I reached up to nibble
his ear and whisper, “If you stay, this porn star will make it
worth your while.”
I pressed my hips
against him, running my hands down his back to fondle his ass. He
drew in a breath, his arms tightening around me, and I stretched up
again to murmur a description of exactly how he’d benefit from
staying.
He groaned, and this
time his lips and tongue met mine with the hot hunger I’d
anticipated. Just as my insides were beginning to melt, he pulled
away.
“Jesus, darlin’,
you’re makin’ this hard,” he rasped. “I really gotta go.”
I grinned and slid my
hand down to assess the enticing bulge in his firmly-packed denim.
“I was planning to make it hard. And it worked.”
He caught my hand and
held it. “Stop, Aydan, I can’t. I gotta go.”
His seriousness sent a
chill of concern down my spine, and I searched his face. “Sorry,
Arnie, I didn’t mean to push you. If you’re not in the mood, it’s
okay.”
He barked a short
laugh. “I’m so in the mood, I’m one kiss away from rippin’ your
clothes off an’ doin’ ya right here on the kitchen table.”
“Well, in that case…”
I reached up to kiss him again, but he avoided my lips, gently
pushing me away.
“Sorry, darlin’, I
really gotta go.” He jammed his boots on, wincing, and made for the
door.
I trailed him
uncertainly. “Okay. Good night…”
“G’night.” He cupped
my cheek in his palm for a moment, an indecipherable expression on
his face, and then turned and limped out.
I wandered back into
the living room. The CD had ended and silence surrounded me. I had
always prized my solitude, but the house seemed cold and empty
tonight.
I threw myself onto
the sofa, its aging springs protesting under the assault, and
stared up at the ceiling.
So much for Kane’s ‘I
love you, Aydan’. What a load of shit. He hadn’t even cared enough
to help Arnie look for me. He couldn’t wait to be rid of me so he
could make time with Honey-The-Gorgeous.
I blew out a sigh.
What the hell did I expect? He was a spy. Lying was as easy as
breathing for him. Spies didn’t worry about breaking hearts; they
just completed the mission and got out. Lucky I hadn’t fallen in
love with him.
And anyway, I could
scarcely blame him for being eager to seize his freedom. He
“Sure.” I hurried to
the living room to drop in the first CD that came to hand, and
moments later the first notes of Louis Armstrong’s trumpet made us
both smile.
“Good old Satchmo,”
Arnie rasped as he reached into his pocket to withdraw the scanner
again.
I gave him a nod and
headed for the bedroom to retrieve the other scanner Stemp didn’t
know I had.
When I returned to the
living room a few minutes later, I let Hellhound’s sexy rough-edged
voice ease my frustration while he sang along with the music,
limping systematically back and forth with the scanner. The green
light glowed steadily until he neared me.
When the red light
began to flash again, I gave him a frustrated grimace and waved a
thumbs-down at my own scanner. I couldn’t get far enough away from
myself to use it. He shrugged philosophically, and I sprawled on my
worn sofa to attempt patience while he finished the scan.
At last, he reappeared
from the back bedroom and shot a thumbs-up at his scanner. I
relaxed in the knowledge that I was the only thing in the house
that was bugged.
I made space for him
on the couch beside me. “Come here,” I encouraged. “You should put
your foot up for a while.”
He stooped to give me
a light kiss. “Sorry, darlin’, I gotta go.” He limped into the
kitchen and I followed, catching up with him as he reached the
front door.
“Why don’t you stay
for a bit?” I ran my hands over his chest and leaned in to kiss
him.
His arms closed around
me, but he didn’t deepen the kiss as I’d hoped. I gave him a little
tongue-tease and pressed closer.
When I still wasn’t
rewarded with one of his world-class kisses, I reached up to nibble
his ear and whisper, “If you stay, this porn star will make it
worth your while.”
I pressed my hips
against him, running my hands down his back to fondle his ass. He
drew in a breath, his arms tightening around me, and I stretched up
again to murmur a description of exactly how he’d benefit from
staying.
He groaned, and this
time his lips and tongue met mine with the hot hunger I’d
anticipated. Just as my insides were beginning to melt, he pulled
away.
“Jesus, darlin’,
you’re makin’ this hard,” he rasped. “I really gotta go.”
I grinned and slid my
hand down to assess the enticing bulge in his firmly-packed denim.
“I was planning to make it hard. And it worked.”
He caught my hand and
held it. “Stop, Aydan, I can’t. I gotta go.”
His seriousness sent a
chill of concern down my spine, and I searched his face. “Sorry,
Arnie, I didn’t mean to push you. If you’re not in the mood, it’s
okay.”
He barked a short
laugh. “I’m so in the mood, I’m one kiss away from rippin’ your
clothes off an’ doin’ ya right here on the kitchen table.”
“Well, in that case…”
I reached up to kiss him again, but he avoided my lips, gently
pushing me away.
“Sorry, darlin’, I
really gotta go.” He jammed his boots on, wincing, and made for the
door.
I trailed him
uncertainly. “Okay. Good night…”
“G’night.” He cupped
my cheek in his palm for a moment, an indecipherable expression on
his face, and then turned and limped out.
I wandered back into
the living room. The CD had ended and silence surrounded me. I had
always prized my solitude, but the house seemed cold and empty
tonight.
I threw myself onto
the sofa, its aging springs protesting under the assault, and
stared up at the ceiling.
So much for Kane’s ‘I
love you, Aydan’. What a load of shit. He hadn’t even cared enough
to help Arnie look for me. He couldn’t wait to be rid of me so he
could make time with Honey-The-Gorgeous.
I blew out a sigh.
What the hell did I expect? He was a spy. Lying was as easy as
breathing for him. Spies didn’t worry about breaking hearts; they
just completed the mission and got out. Lucky I hadn’t fallen in
love with him.
And anyway, I could
scarcely blame him for being eager to seize his freedom. He