Long Way Home by Carolyn Gray (35 page)

The second the door shut behind them, Lee’s mouth was on Gev’s, and Gev was pulling at

their clothes. He drew back and yanked Lee’s shirt over his head. His own followed suit, and he

and Lee raced to strip out of their jeans. In seconds, they were both naked, Lee’s cock hard and

thick, a thrill moving through Gev at the thought of riding that thing.

“Condom,” Lee demanded. His own cock responding—how could it not?—Gev reached

for the duffel, bending over to do so. He nearly fell over as Lee came up behind him, one hand

grasping his hip, the other feeling between his legs.

“Shit, Lee,” he ground out, bent over and frozen as Lee’s fingers explored him.

“Lube.”

His hands shaking—hell, he was shaking all over—he unzipped the pouch and pulled out

the lube and a condom, then handed both to Lee. “The good stuff,” he said, straightening, but

Lee just bent him over again and turned him to brace himself against the bed.

Gev stared down at the coverlet, his hands and legs spread. A groan escaped him as Lee’s

fingers, the lube coating them now, began to play with his hole. He closed his eyes, tensing, then

took a deep breath and called on all his training to force his muscles to relax and open. His cock

throbbed; his knees trembled. Fucking hell, having Lee for a boyfriend was going to push him to

his limits.

The thought made him shudder, made his cock ache for the feel of Lee’s hand again. But

Lee’s fingers were busy, lubing him, stretching him—not that Gev needed much. He was an easy

bottom, always had been.

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He’d never been topped by someone like Lee, though.

“You ready?”

“Yes. Fuck yes.”

Lee reached over and yanked the covers out of the way, then pushed him onto the bed,

guiding him so Gev was on all fours. His breathing heavy, he braced himself with one hand on

Gev’s back and guided the tip of his cock into Gev, toying with him. Gev concentrated on

relaxing, hoping Lee would realize he didn’t have to be easy on him. Lee pushed into him

slowly, inch by inch, making Gev groan so loudly, he was damn glad there was music

downstairs, even more so as Lee pulled out, then pushed in again, his pace quickening.

Then Lee took him, fucking him first on his knees, then pushing him down onto his

stomach, cock huge and full in Gev’s ass, never stopping his rhythm as he pulled out, moved

Gev around, finally onto his back with his legs held up as Lee pushed into him. Gev watched

Lee’s face, almost stoic as he rocked into Gev; it was the hottest thing Gev had ever seen. He

pumped his own cock, every plunge Lee took making him cry out a little, feel as if Lee was

ripping him apart, and yet he didn’t want it to stop.

It was over too quickly for Gev. They both came, and Lee fell heavily on top of him, their

breathing calming in tandem. Lee pulled Gev into his arms, curling around him, their heated

bodies radiating warmth against the coolness of the room. Gev could feel Lee’s heartbeat against

his back. After a few minutes, Lee rolled over and got up, leaving Gev feeling bereft.

Lee soon slid back into the bed, a gym towel in his hand. He pushed Gev onto his back

and, his dark eyes glittering hungrily, cleaned Gev off, then did the same to himself before

tossing the towel back onto their things.

On his knees, he moved over Gev, hands on either side of Gev’s shoulders. His gaze was

immediately drawn to Lee’s cock, relaxing now. He longed to touch it, hold it. He flicked his

gaze at Lee, then reached to do just that, relishing the feel of Lee in his hand.

“You’re huge,” Gev said.

Lee leaned down to kiss him. “Not disappointed?”

“Hell no.” Gev considered his own cock. “You?”

“No.”

For a second, Gev thought he was going to say something else, but he just held Gev’s gaze

again as he had outside. Then, with a quirk of his lips, he fell to the side, reached down, and

pulled the covers up their legs. Gev started to turn onto his side, but Lee stopped him, began to

stroke his body, fingers trailing up his side, across his chest, straight down the middle, to where

Lee flattened his hand on Gev’s stomach. He shivered, twitching beneath Lee’s touch.

“You have the most incredible body.”

“That’s what you get for having a dancer in your bed.”

“I like it.”

Gev turned onto his side; this time Lee didn’t stop him, just moved his hand down to Gev’s

backside, fingers brushing lightly over the fine hairs, then down around his hip to run one finger

up his shaft, which was still refusing to calm down completely. Lee moved closer so their cocks

almost touched.

“You’re bigger than me,” Gev said.

“You’re perfect.”

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Gev gasped as Lee took him in hand and tugged. “You’re going to keep me worn out,

aren’t you?”

“I’ll do my best.”

“Lee?”

“Yes?”

“We’re going to figure this out, aren’t we? Somehow, all this is going to get solved, and

then we can do whatever we want.”

Lee sighed, releasing him, then pulled him close so Gev rested his head on Lee’s chest,

their legs entwined. Gev pulled the blanket up the rest of the way, settling into Lee’s bigger

frame.

“We will. I promise.” Lee yawned. “Sleep now.”

“Okay.”

They fell silent, Lee’s breathing evening out almost immediately, but sleep came slower to

Gev. He had slept through the afternoon, after all. It was a long time before all the fears and

worries their short conversation had brought back to the fore dissipated. Finally, long after the

music had stopped downstairs and Lee had relaxed his hold, Gev pulled out of Lee’s arms and

fell asleep, tucked against his warm body.

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Chapter Nineteen

The sleep of the dead. That was, Lee decided as he dragged himself up and out of the

warmth of the bed, the best way to describe how hard he’d slept. Gev hadn’t moved beyond the

twitch of a foot when Lee had peeled himself out of his arms. He sat studying Gev’s face, his

naked body. This was the first time he’d ever slept with someone in the real sense of the word.

He liked it.

He brushed Gev’s hair from his eyes. No, he loved it. He doubted himself now, his

decision to spend all of his adult life alone. No home, owning nothing but his clothes, suitcase,

guitars, and computer. Brandon had insisted he view their home as his when they weren’t on

tour, and he did sleep there, but it was different. It wasn’t
his.

If he didn’t fuck everything up, maybe he and Gev could get domestic and buy a house

somewhere. But not here. Nick would flip.

Glancing at his cell, Lee realized there was a voice mail. Detective Ramirez’s number. He

grabbed the phone, along with his clothes and toiletries, and headed for the shower. He made a

quick job of things, then dialed Ramirez as he finished up.

“Detective, you called?”

“I need you to come by the station today.”

“Sure,” he said, running a comb through his hair. “Is there anything new?”

“Maybe. We’re not quite sure. Can you come in alone?”

He grimaced. “I guess. If you want me to.” He wasn’t sure what he was going to tell Gev.

“I’ll figure something out. I need to take care of the car anyway.”

After he hung up, he straightened the bathroom and headed downstairs. Khyra looked up

from the couch, wagging her tail.
Definitely getting a dog.

Drew was in the kitchen, cleaning. He walked in, Khyra on his heels. “She likes you,”

Drew said.

“Need help?”

“Absolutely. We could get used to you being around. Are you always so helpful?”

“I try to be.”

She finished emptying the dishwasher, then poured him a cup of coffee. “Trish got called

in to substitute, so she’s already gone. What are you guys going to do today?”

“Not sure, really. We’re kind of in limbo. I need to take care of the rental I left at the police

station.”

“I can drop you off there, if you like.”

“Thanks. That would be good.”

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“So,” she said, sitting across from him as Trish had the day before, with a similar

expression. “What are you and Gev going to do?”

“I don’t know, honestly.”

“You going to take him away from here? He’s worked hard at the ballet. I’d hate to see

him give that up.”

“I would never make him do that.”

“Good. I didn’t think so. You’re a musician. You know how important it is to him, then.”

Lee remembered watching Gev dance. “He’s good. I hope we get all this solved so he can

get back to dancing.”

Footsteps ran down the stairs, and Gev padded into the kitchen, yawning. “Hey,” he said.

“Any more coffee?”

“Sure. Help yourself.”

Gev did so—took it black, Lee noted. “Damn, that’s good.”

“How you feeling?” Drew asked.

“Good.” He stretched his neck, then set his mug down. “I’m kinda stiff, though. Really

need to work out.” He looked at Lee. “My sister’s coming by this morning. Think I’m going to

convince her to take me to the kids’ studio and work out for a while.”

And just like that, the solution was handed to Lee. “Probably do you good. I can go back to

the police station and get the car taken care of.”

If Lee didn’t know better, he would have thought Gev looked relieved. He hoped Gev

didn’t have regrets about the night before. Lee sure didn’t. He stood, walked around to Gev, and

bent down to kiss him. Gev’s return kiss reassured him like nothing else could’ve.

Drew put her cup into the sink. “I’ll be ready in a minute, Lee. I’m going to drop him off at

the station,” she added to Gev.

“Oh, good,” Gev said. “We’ll meet back here later, then.”

As soon as Drew had gone upstairs, Lee snaked his arm around Gev and pulled him close.

“You good?” Lee murmured.

“Yeah.” Gev dropped his gaze, smiling shyly. “A little sore, maybe,” he whispered,

rubbing his backside and making Lee laugh.

“When is Nina going to be here?”

“I’m about to call her. Want a shower first.” He breathed in Lee’s scent. “You already did.

You should’ve woken me.”

“Sorry. I was hoping you would sleep longer.”

Gev rolled his shoulders, moving his neck around. “I feel as if I’ve had too much now.

You going to talk to Ramirez?”

Lee covered his hesitation. “Yeah. I’ll try and get some ideas about cleaning your place,

who to call.”

“Good.” Gev ran his hand through his hair. “I don’t know how I’ll pay for it. I bet they

charge a lot.”

“I’ll take care of it.”

“No, you don’t—”

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Lee had expected this talk to come eventually. He fully intended to pay for it so Gev didn’t

have to worry about it. It would be expensive; Gev was right about that.

“I know. We need to talk about this.”

“This? What do you mean?”

“Money.”

Gev stiffened.

“I’m wealthy. I know you know that.”

“Yeah,” Gev said warily. Then he caught himself, his shoulders sagging. “Okay. Yeah. I

know. Filthy rich. It isn’t a big deal.” He looked up at Lee. “I know you can pay for everything.

Heck, you could buy half this block of houses if you wanted to.”

“All of them, actually.”

Gev rubbed the back of his neck. “Just how much are you worth, anyway? You have one

of those portfolio things, don’t you?”

“Yes. I’ll show you all that later.”

“You don’t have to—”

“Yes, I do,” Lee said, taking Gev’s face in his hands. “I want you to be part of my life. I

want you to
be
my life. And that means what is mine is yours.”

“You’re crazy. We only just met.”

“I’ve known you a lifetime.” Lee dropped his hands. “Maybe a little crazy too. But I know

what works.”

Gev remained silent for a few moments, then looked up at Lee. “Nick and Brandon.”

“Yes.”

“What’s Brandon like?”

“Quiet, easygoing,” Lee said. “He’s good. I think you’ll like him.”

“Better than Nick?”

“Nick’s pretty hard not to love.”

Drew walked in then. “Nick Kilmain? I love him,” she said, beaming happily. “You

ready?”

“Yeah.” Lee placed a hand on Gev’s cheek. “You be careful. If you see anything,

especially that hoodie guy—”

“I know. Call you. Call nine-one-one.”

“Even better.”

“If
you
see anything—” Gev began.

Lee kissed him. “Don’t worry about me.”

Drew cleared her throat. “Would you guys hurry up with the kissy-face, please?”

Gev shot her a mock-annoyed look. “Okay. Guess you better go.”

Lee bent down and kissed him, meaning for it to be brief. But Gev clutched him fiercely.

Lee answered back with a heartfelt kiss, not caring that Drew was standing right there watching.

It wasn’t so bad, this being out thing.

“Ahem!”

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They broke apart, Gev smiling sheepishly. “Sorry, Drew. See you guys in a while.”

Lee touched Gev’s arm, then followed Drew out to the car. Once they were in, she turned