Waiting for Rain (17 page)

He nodded slowly, then launched himself at me, his wet, beer-tasting lips plastering themselves against mine with the ferocity of a janitor fish, one of those fish that latch on to the side of the glass in a fish tank and don’t let go. I stepped back in panic at his unexpected action, and he grabbed me tighter, sliding his persistent tongue into my mouth. I thought he was trying to suction out my insides. I tried pushing him away and disengaging my mouth without being too rough. His hand was now scrabbling around in my crotch area.

Christ, what must this look like to anyone watching?

My eyes darted around the room, and my heart sank when I saw a familiar figure standing at the entrance to the lounge, eyebrows raised and a look of sheer amusement on his face. Rain made no move to help me, just stood against the doorjamb with his arms folded across his broad chest. I finally pried Mikey away from me and put some distance between us. He stood, his chest heaving, obviously very aroused, from what I’d felt when he shoved his groin against me.

“Christ, Mikey, what the hell is wrong with you? What fucking part of ‘I have a boyfriend and no thank you’ did you not understand?”

I thought it best to get that in whilst Rain was in earshot.

Mikey looked at me with those puppy-dog eyes. “I’m sorry, Toby, I just wanted to kiss you so badly. I couldn’t help myself.”

I shook my head, still disliking his beer taste in my mouth. “Like I said, I’m flattered, but honestly, that was a mistake. Now you need to get on home. Did you call a taxi?”

He nodded shamefacedly.

“Then I suggest you go to the front of the hotel and wait for it. Get some fresh air and sober up. And for God’s sake, don’t kiss anyone else on the way out. You could get decked.”

He nodded and muttered again.

“I’m sorry, Toby. Honest, so sorry.” He was still mumbling when he left the lounge, brushing his way past Rain with a wary look. Rain inclined his head at him and smiled wolfishly. I moved over to kiss him hello. I was about to speak when he grabbed me, kissing me hard, his lips forcing mine open, his aggressive tongue probing my mouth. I gasped but kissed him back. Despite being exhausted, my cock instantly flared into action. Finally, he let me go, and I took a deep breath. “Wow. That was nice but a little unexpected.”

“What? I see another man with his tongue down my man’s throat, and I’m not allowed to reclaim my property?”

I opened my mouth to tell him what the hell I thought of that last statement and saw the wicked glint in his eye, so I decided to ignore his comment as a baiting exercise.

“Mikey was feeling a little amorous, and I was the intended amoree. He wanted a date.”

“He’s right, you know,” Rain said lazily.

I glanced at him in confusion. “Right about what?”

“No man can help wanting to kiss those lips of yours. They are the sexiest bloody things I’ve seen all night.” He chuckled. “So, Mikey wanted a date with you?”

I frowned. “Just how much of our little incident did you see?”

He was trying to hold back laughter when he spoke. “All of it. From the time he wandered drunkenly over and asked you for a date. I was having a little fun. He was so into you, such a youngster. I thought it was really sweet.”

I stared at him in indignation. “You saw him do that, and you just kept quiet? Do you get some sort of vicarious thrill out of seeing another man with his hands all over me?”

Rain chuckled loudly. “Don’t tempt me with that one. It has its… attractions, but I don’t think I could share you—boyfriend.”

I swallowed. I hadn’t used the term around Rain before, as we hadn’t really agreed on what to call each other yet. “Rain, I—”

He moved quickly again, reclaiming my mouth with urgency. I melted into him, unable to think anymore. I was tired, horny as hell at feeling Rain’s body against me, feeling his possessiveness in the violence of his kiss. I realized suddenly I was making out with my “boyfriend” in the hotel lounge and pulled away reluctantly.

“Rain, honey, I can’t do this here. I have some stuff to do before I go upstairs—” I frowned, looking at my watch. “Christ, it’s nearly bloody midnight. Why did you get here so late?”

He grinned. “I was working on something in the shed and lost track of time. Then I decided I really wanted to see you, and so… here I am.” His tone was suggestive. “I was really hoping I could stay here tonight. It’s late, and I don’t think you should be sending me home in this state.” He took my hands, brushing them against his groin, and I could feel his very hardened cock just itching to get out and play. “I thought you might make an exception for once and relax the ‘no fraternization’ rule. It seems such a pity to waste this.”

I took a deep breath. The way I was feeling, there was no way I was sending him home. Perhaps it was time to relax the rule. After all, I was the man in charge now.

“Go upstairs and wait for me, then,” I muttered softly. “I’ll be up in a while.” I reached into my trouser pocket and handed him my key card.

He winked at me. “I’ll be waiting—boyfriend.” He chuckled, and I felt a sense of relief. It looked like he quite liked the idea of being called that. He sauntered off, and I heaved a sigh of exasperation.

I looked down at my groin. “Crikey, I’m some sort of bloody sex magnet,” I muttered to it. “What with a man wanting to kiss me and another one wanting to screw me senseless. Where could it possibly end?”

I felt my cock twitch, as if it was telling me it knew damned well where it was going end. I smiled. It was quite a turn-on being so desired. I got upstairs to my room about half an hour later with a heightened sense of anticipation, thinking of what might be in wait for me behind my door. I was looking forward to finding out.

Chapter 10

Rain

T
HE
FOLLOWING
morning I awoke to the sound of a softly snoring man only inches away from my face. I hadn’t heard Toby snore before. He normally made little breathy sighs, which were a real turn-on when I lay awake watching him sleep. I hadn’t told him that, though, as it sounded a little obsessive. He’d come back to his room last night, and I’d hardly given him time to get in the door before I’d ripped his clothes off and pounded his arse as he lay face down across the small dining table. I’d already prepared it, taking off all the junk he had on it and getting the lube and condoms ready to hand. The walls next door must have been shaking with all the action.

Having Toby like that, at my mercy while I screwed him, driving into him like a man possessed, had been incredible. Once I’d come, with an intense orgasm that had made me cry out his name more than once, I’d taken him into the small en-suite bathroom and made him get in the shower, then given him a blowjob that had made his toes curl. We’d crawled into his double bed and fallen asleep almost immediately. I’d woken up this morning with him curled around me, one long leg flung across mine, and a hand on my chest that just dared me to move.

Seeing that young man with him last night, kissing him—normally I’d have been as jealous as hell. But it had given me such a warm thrill that he really believed he was mine and I was his. His use of the word “boyfriend” had sent a shock of pleasure through me. I’d hardly thought about the conversation with Tommy in the past six weeks. I was beginning to accept I was really over him now that I had this man in my bed. Toby’s gentleness, his warmth, his dry wit, and his ability to make me feel special touched me in a way no one had done in a long time.

I detached myself carefully, trying not to wake him up. He was starting work later today. I wanted to try and let him catch up on the sleep he’d missed last night because I’d been a horny, needy bastard. I showered, and by the time I was ready, his eyes were opening blearily. He grinned as he saw me standing in front of the mirror trying to tame the hair that had grown longer and seemed to be getting curlier. Toby loved it longer, so I thought I’d give it a try. But it was driving me crazy.

“Hey, you,” he said softly. “What time is it?”

I finally managed to get some order in my hair using a little bit of his hair gel. I wasn’t one for it normally, but it seemed to work. “It’s 8:00 a.m. You still have an hour before you need to be downstairs, so take it easy.”

He grimaced as he sat up, and the sheets fell to his waist. I could see his morning hard-on tenting the cover. “Jesus, my arse is sore. Last night you were a bloody animal, Rain. I might not be able to sit down today.”

I looked at him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t hurt you too much, did I?” I felt a sense of dread, remembering my own ordeal, and my stomach clenched. He knew what I was thinking, and he shook his head as he clambered out of bed and came over to wrap his arms around me and kiss my cheek softly.

“No, I’m fine. You didn’t
hurt
me, at least, no more than I wanted.” He chuckled and kissed my lips. Morning breath had never tasted so sweet. “It’s the price I pay for having a horny boyfriend with a big dick.”

I laughed but still felt a little apprehensive. “You do things to me that drive me wild. But you will tell me if I ever go overboard, won’t you, if I ever do anything… umph.”

My words were cut off by his lips taking mine in a passionate kiss and that rapier tongue of his darting into my mouth. I sighed and leaned into a hundred and forty odd pounds of naked, warm man and thought I could gladly go back to bed.

Finally, he let me go. His eyes were bright. “I will tell you if you do something I don’t like, so stop worrying.” He patted my arse and cast a wicked hand over my groin, raising his eyebrows when he felt the hardness there.

“Huh. Perhaps you shouldn’t have been so quick to get out of bed. In fact….” He slid to his knees and unzipped my jeans, and I closed my eyes as he took me in his mouth. God, I loved morning starts like this one.

I
T
WAS
nearly lunchtime, and Lucas and I stood back with a sense of pride to regard our handiwork. Our work on the Canterbury Bar was nearly finished. In the past three months we’d had more blisters, swollen and hammered fingers, calluses, and splinters than I could ever recall having on any other job. This bar had definitely been a bitch. But our labor of love was paying off. The whole room had been transformed into Simon Winslake’s vision of a gleaming, warm quintessential English pub. It was contemporary meeting old-world elegance. Gleaming, polished cherrywood surfaces with a bar that curved around the room like sleek waves. Shelving that almost floated along the walls, they were so seamless. Antique oil lamps glowing softly, a chandelier that looked as if it would be better suited in a Russian palace, and the rich plushness of deep-red carpeting that simply screamed decadence. The barstools matched the bar perfectly as I’d sourced them. They’d needed to complement my design, and I’d been adamant about having the right ones.

I was particularly pleased with our efforts on the shelving and storage behind the bar. It was done in such a way that everything just looked as if it was made to fit and gave the impression of stylishness and sophistication. I knew Simon was coming back to check on our final product in a couple of weeks’ time, and I wanted it to be perfect for him.

Lucas looked at me with a grin. “It’s beautiful, Rain, a work of bloody art, mate. I knew it would look good because it’s your design, but this—wow. It’s inspirational.”

I felt a surge of pride. “Yeah, it came out well. I’m pleased with it now I see it all coming together. Just a few more touch-ups here and there, and we’ll be done. We can start something new. That job we have in Leicester to build that library that rich git wanted.”

I had mixed feelings about that. It would mean I’d no longer be working here and wouldn’t get to see Toby as often as we did now.

Lucas glanced at me. “Nothing’s going to change, Rain,” he said softly. “Toby and you will still be an item. You just won’t be together as much, is all. I would have thought you’d have wanted that, seeing as how you always tell me you’re not ready to settle down with him yet.” His tone was dry.

I scowled. “It’ll also mean you won’t see Tammy as often either. Things are really heating up between you two, aren’t they?”

His face softened. “Yeah. I’m glad she’s finally given that arsehole of an ex-boyfriend the boot. He was a nasty piece of work, although he didn’t make it easy for her. He threatened both me and Toby with a good fucking up if he ever saw either of us.” He stopped suddenly and flushed. I got the feeling he’d said something he shouldn’t have.

I felt a chill run down my spine. “You never mentioned that before. Why has he got it in for Toby? You’re the one screwing his ex.”

Lucas’s face reddened more. “Steady on, Rain,” he rebuked, and I grinned. Lucas had it bad.

“So what’s Toby’s part in all of this—why does Neil want to mess him up?”

Lucas shrugged. “He thinks Toby’s the one who convinced her to dump him, especially after that incident in the car park.” His face darkened. “Rain, he doesn’t really need an excuse. Tammy told me Neil has never really taken to Toby because he knew Toby couldn’t stand the sight of him. And there’s something else too about his dislike of Toby, but I don’t know what it is.” He huffed in frustration.

“Does Toby know about this threat?” I felt a little perturbed. Toby hadn’t mentioned anything to me if he did know.

Lucas nodded. “He knows.”

“Lucas, what the hell is it?” I was starting to get worried now. “Some dude’s threatening to bash my boyfriend, and I think you know something about it.”

“Toby didn’t want me to tell you. I thought you should know, but he made me promise not to.” Lucas shifted uncomfortably.

“Lucas….” I was ready to explode.

He scowled. “Toby’s been getting these phone calls. Someone threatening to beat him up, calling him names, insulting him. Stuff like that.”

“So why the hell didn’t he tell me?” I was really pissed off now I was also scared for Toby.

Lucas shrugged. “He didn’t want to worry you. He says he can take care of himself.”

I threw my hands in the air. “Maybe against
one
of them. He can be a real nasty little sod I think when he wants to be, but if there’s more than one, he won’t stand a chance. You, Mr. Karate Black Belt, I don’t need to worry about. Christ, Lucas, someone should have told me.”