Duet in Blood (7 page)

“Micah!” Jesse’s sharp voice brought me from my reverie. “It’s busy out here!”

Yeah, yeah. What a whiner. The rest of the day sped by. At least, on a Sunday, we closed earlier—five o’clock to be exact—and I began to get excited about my date with Joseph. I couldn’t wait to see him again.

On the way to my apartment, I made two stops—the first at the twenty-four hour clinic.

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met—and you can’t be too careful. After they’d taken my blood and told me to call in a couple of days, I made another stop at the drugstore and bought a pair of dark glasses. Just a little gift that I hoped showed I cared about his eyesight and was still a little guilty about what I’d almost done.

The red light on my answering machine was flashing when I pushed my way in

through the door. My heart sank.
Oh, don’t tell me he cancelled
. I pressed the play button, expecting to hear Joseph’s apologetic explanation. But instead…

“Hey, Micah. It’s, uh, Robert.”

Robert.

“How are ya? Listen, I know this is short notice, but I’ve got two tickets for tonight’s performance of ‘
Wicked
’. I can pick you up around seven if you’d like to go. Call me. Uh, hope you’re okay. Bye.”

For a full minute, I stood frozen to the spot. Robert had called me—he’d actually called me and wanted to take me to the theatre. How great is that? Wait a minute… He hadn’t bought two tickets on the off chance I’d be available.

Somebody had cancelled—and guess what? I wasn’t available. I had date.

I picked up the phone and punched in the speed dial for his cell—I hadn’t erased it. He answered on the second ring.

“Hi, Micah.” His voice in my ear still gave me goose bumps.

“Robert.”

“How you doin’?”

“I’m fine.”

“So, can you make it?”

I hesitated. Wasn’t this what I wanted—Robert asking me out?
But come on, Micah, you
know it’s only because he couldn’t find anyone else.

Despite that thought, I felt myself weakening. Then the memory of the fantastic night I’d spent in Joseph’s arms plus the prospect of it all happening again in just another hour or two gave me strength.

Taking a deep breath, I said, “No, I’m afraid I can’t”

“Why not?” His voice took on a sharp edge. “You still mad at me?”

“No, I’m not mad at you. I have a date.”

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“Oh. Anyone I know?”

“His name’s Joseph. And no, you don’t know him.”

“So, how long have you been dating?”

“I met him last night.”

“Oh well then, it’s hardly serious.” He sounded relieved. “Call him and reschedule.

You know you’d rather go out with me, anyway.”

“Excuse me?”

“Tell him you forgot you were meeting a friend, but you can see him tomorrow night.”

“Robert, I’m meeting him in about an hour. I can’t be that rude and inconsiderate.

Besides, you only called me ‘cause whoever you were going with originally, cancelled on you. Right?”

“Well, yeah…but I’d rather go with you, and—”

“As your second choice,” I interrupted. “Look Robert, I appreciate you thinking of me, but I think I’ll pass. Enjoy the show.”

“Wait a minute—”

I hung up and marched into the bathroom, slamming the door with a fair imitation of the crashing noise he’d made the night he’d left.
Too bad, he couldn’t hear it
, I told myself as I threw off my clothes.

“Damn him,” I muttered, stepping under the hot shower spray.
Of all the nights to
call…my first date since he walked out on me, and he wants me to cancel and go out with him.

You know you’d rather go out with me
, he’d said.

God, but he was arrogant—and only half right. As much as I’d missed him and moped around for the last three months, I knew that going out with him would be a big mistake. I would merely be filler while he looked around for another boyfriend.

And besides, I was really looking forward to seeing Joseph again. It had given me a deal of satisfaction to say the words, “I have a date”…and actually be telling the truth. I closed my eyes and let the hot water beat down on me as I remembered how Joseph looked and smiled and smelled. What was that cologne he wore? It had some kind of smoky, spicy base—very masculine. It wasn’t something I was familiar with. I’d meant to ask him but had forgotten in my hurry to leave. I inhaled, trying to capture the memory of his scent, and wished he was in DUET IN BLOOD

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the shower with me, holding me in those powerful arms of his and thrilling me again with his kisses.

Whoa. Getting hard here—better save it!

Drying my hair and peering at myself in the mirror, I figured I looked—or felt maybe—

better than I had the night before when I was getting ready to hit the bars. Meeting Joseph had, without a doubt, been a big plus—the icing on the cake, so to speak. I mean, it could have been just one more eventless evening in a succession of eventless evenings. But he had truly given me a well-needed boost—in more ways than one—and had made me feel better about myself and the future. Something, if I really wanted to get petty, Robert had never been able to do. With Robert, I’d always felt like the second fiddle…always slightly in his shadow.

I smiled as I picked out the clothes to wear on my date with Joseph.
Why bother?
I thought, with a little smirk. With any luck, they were going to hit the floor within minutes of my walking into his room.

At seven on the dot, I knocked on Joseph’s hotel room door, and at seven and five seconds, the door swung open, and there he was, just as hunky as I remembered him. We stood grinning at each other for a long moment, then he grabbed me and pulled me into his arms.

“Micah,” he breathed into my hair. “So good to see you again.”

“Mmm…” I pressed myself against him and took a deep breath. “So good to smell you again.”

He chuckled from deep inside his chest. “Smell me?”

“Yes, I just love your cologne. What is it?”

“Uh…it’s just me, I guess.”

“Wow…that makes it even sexier,” I murmured, tilting my hips and rubbing my crotch against his.
Jeez, when did I get to be this much of a slut?
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pressing against mine as we held each other. I wanted to melt into him, to climb inside him, to get as close as possible, to get us both out of these stupid clothes that kept us from being completely fused as one.

“You look and feel beautiful, Micah,” he whispered.

“You make me feel that way,” I whispered back, nipping at his earlobe. “And speaking of beautiful, you win.”

“That is a matter of opinion.”

He smiled into my eyes, and once more, I felt as though he had just cast a spell over me.

His lips took mine in a kiss that made my heart soar, along with every part of me, especially down there. I opened to him, loving the feel of his tongue as it pushed its way between my lips, filling my mouth with moist caresses. I unbuttoned his shirt, slipping my hands inside to feel the cool, smooth skin of his torso. My thumbs flicked at his nipples, and he groaned as desire welled inside him at my touch. I tugged at his belt buckle then unzipped his fly, my searching fingers finding the prize I knew was mine. He gasped into my mouth as I massaged his hardness through the soft cotton of his briefs.

I got down on my knees. With both hands, I slowly pulled his slacks down his hips. The outline of his dick, straining under the fabric of his underwear, was an impressive sight, making mine jump in response. I ran my lips over the white cotton, tracing the length and thickness that lay beneath, then, very slowly, I eased down his briefs, first laying bare his beautiful butt. I caressed the satin-like flesh with the palms of my hands, then, and only because I couldn’t stand to wait another second, I released his burgeoning erection. For a moment, I was content to gaze at its smooth, silky girth as it rose with an elegant curve from his dark pubic hair.

I grasped the base and ran my tongue over the head, licking up the sweet honey of his pre-cum. My lips slid along the length of his shaft, my throat loosening to take it all in. I put my hands on his butt, pulling him in until my nose was buried in his crotch and I could inhale his wonderful scent—spicy with an underlying trace of musk. A total turn on. His hands stroked my hair as he pumped slowly in and out of my mouth. I felt myself being lowered gently onto the floor. I seemed to have lost all my clothes in the process, but I was too into what we were doing to wonder how. His tongue teased the very tip of my cock, probing at the slit, making my hips jerk upwards, wanting him to take all of me into his DUET IN BLOOD

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mouth. But instead, he licked his way down under my balls, teasing each one with a flick of his tongue.

He flipped me onto my stomach and burrowed his face between my butt cheeks. His

tongue probed my opening, pushed past my sphincter muscles and brought me to an ecstatic high like nothing before. I raised my butt, pushing upwards as his tongue swirled inside me.

“Joseph,” I gasped. “Oh, my God, Joseph…” I practically clawed the carpet to shreds from the sensations he was overwhelming me with. “Fuck me,” I gasped. “Oh, please fuck me.”

He ran his tongue up the length of my spine, setting my skin on fire. The coolness of his lubed fingers sinking inside me made me shiver with delight. He paused for a moment to slip on a condom, then his lips touched my ear. I squirmed beneath him, raising my butt to meet the hard shaft that now pushed its way into me. His size should have caused me pain, but instead it brought me ecstasy, filling me up, fusing us together, joining us as one. As much as I loved having his cock in my mouth, to have its pulsing hardness so deep inside me, filled me with not only pleasure, but incredible joy.

He rolled onto his back, his arms about my chest, his legs intertwined with mine, keeping me locked to him. He grasped my erection, pumping it rhythmically in time with the upward thrusts of his hips. I felt as though I was being consumed by him, taken over, body, mind and soul, and helpless to prevent it. I was his to do with what he wished, and I wished he would never stop. Never in my entire life had I felt this way. Never had I given myself so completely or so wantonly. This man inspired an almost primitive wildness in me, as though he had tapped into a part of me I hadn’t known existed until now. I was making noises I’d never heard come from me before—mewling, whimpering sounds that begged him, urged him to take me and never let me go.

My body thrashed over his, meeting every relentless thrust of his with my own. I felt an incredible sensual rush as he propelled me towards my climax. As fantastic as I knew it would be, I wanted to hang on to this unbelievable experience as long as I could. But my body took over, and my orgasm erupted out of me in a series of mind-blowing jolts that shot a stream of semen over both our heads.

“Yes…”

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Joseph’s arms tightened around me as he shook in the paroxysm of his own climax. His body arched under me, practically lifting us both off the floor.
Oh, my God! That was as close to
heaven as I’ll ever get
, I thought.

We lay there, locked together, neither one of us wanting to be the first to move. The feel of him still so big and hard inside me was something I wanted to hold on to for as long as I could. His fingertips fluttered over my nipples, teasing each one, sending tingling ripples of icy fire through me. I wriggled my butt, bearing down on his erection. He gripped my cock, and I felt myself grow hard again under his touch. That had never happened so soon afterward, but there I was, pumping away inside his fist, while his hips thrust upward, driving his hot, hard shaft even deeper inside me.

“Aaah…” The roar that was torn from my throat as I climaxed again must have been heard on every floor of the hotel, if not the entire city block. Joseph bucked under me, his mouth fastened on my shoulder to muffle his own cries of ecstasy as he came in great shuddering spasms. We collapsed together, and as he eased out of me, I rolled over on top of him, laying kisses on his chest, worrying his nipples with my teeth, laving his throat with my tongue and planting a scorching kiss on his succulent lips. He smiled into my eyes, and my heart turned over—and that’s when I fell in love with him.

I must have dozed off in his arms, for next thing I knew, we were in his bed together, and there was a loud knocking noise coming from somewhere in the suite.

“That will be room service,” he muttered, shifting away from me. I reached for him, unwilling to let him go. He smiled and kissed my forehead, then slipped on a robe and left the room. I heard his pleasant voice and chuckle as he kibitzed with the room service person then a girlish giggle. Oh good, no cute busboy to distract Joseph’s attention from me. Not that I was insecure or anything.

A moment later, he was back. “Dinner is served, sir,” he said, with a courtly bow.

Dinner…oh yeah, that’s what it was, a dinner date—and I suddenly realised I was famished.

There’s nothing like sex to work up an appetite. I jumped from bed, accepting the robe he handed me and followed him into the living room that was now lit by candlelight.

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“Wow,” I murmured. “This is so romantic.”

Acting the part of the handsomest maitre d’ I’d ever seen, Joseph lifted the top off one of the dishes with a flourish. He bowed slightly. “
Et voila
…chicken a la king,” he announced.