serpent possessed the antidote to its own venom. Time alone would heal Dylan now.
But Cam would live with this heartache forever. While he could, he turned and shot out of the apartment door. He nearly knocked down Jose, who stood up, gaping and wide-eyed, from his hallway post when Cam appeared, running to get back to the life he never should have left.
The next morning, Dylan waited in the shadows between the houses across the street from Cam’s house. The sun kept rising, and minute by minute, his protected position got narrower. He pulled Gertie closer to his leg and whispered, “Hush” when she gave a low growl at Tash’s appearance. That redheaded dude exiting Cam’s door with Cam close behind him had to be Tash. Squinting in the chilly nine a.m. sunlight, Dylan tried to detect wings or shapes or anything odd about the guy but saw only a long-legged man in jeans, a black leather jacket, and sunglasses. Cam wore dark aviators too. An involuntary shiver ran through Dylan when he remembered why they covered their eyes. To hide their power.
He had no recollection of how long he’d huddled on the floor of his room last night after Cam had left, only that he’d woken up with his whole face swollen with tears and the impression of oblivion all around him. He didn’t think he’d be able to sleep, afraid the nightmare visions would come back, but he’d been so worn out, he’d sunk swiftly into a dreamless slumber and woken up this morning with one thing on his mind: Cameron Coburn.
Dylan hadn’t felt such an overwhelming, all-consuming need since he’d given up drugs. That awful, crawly, under-the-skin sensation that demanded satisfaction possessed him from the moment he’d cracked his lids open. But it wasn’t exactly like a drug craving. This was emotional, not just physical, although there sure was the physical end of things. Just looking at Cam standing there, one foot on a step higher than the other, his big hands spread apart while he said something to his brother, had Dylan’s dick’s at attention.
They should have fucked the night away instead of playing twenty questions like they were at a little girls’ sleepover. With a disgruntled huff, Dylan adjusted himself and leaned closer to the building’s sheltering brick side. Yeah, he had to be fucking nuts to come back here and confront the guy, or whatever he was, who’d laid him low with just a glance, but he was a stubborn motherfucker, and he never could take no for an answer.
Besides, Cam had promised to take care of the dog today. And a promise was a promise.
Their conversation across the street seemed to be wrapping up. Tash slapped Cam companionably on the arm, then turned and got into the driver’s side of a silver Nissan parked along the curb. Dylan wondered where he took off to. Cam had said he’d be gone all day. Good. That gave them plenty of time to sort things out between them.
He waited until Tash’s car had gone around the corner before he stepped out into the sunshine. Cam still stood on the steps, watching Tash drive away, and Dylan’s movement must have drawn his gaze. Dylan could tell the exact second he recognized him, ’cause Cam’s whole body jolted upright and went stiff. He wore a dark blue T-shirt and jeans, and he’d had his hands in his front pockets. Now he drew them out slowly as Dylan began to cross the road, almost as if he planned to raise them and fend Dylan off. Too late. With Gertie trotting by his side, Dylan strode across the street.
Cam’s mouth opened, in shock, no doubt, and he turned and practically leaped up the three steps to his front door. Dylan broken into a run and grabbed his shoulder just as he pulled the door open. “Hey!”
“Dylan, I—”
Dylan pushed past him into the house, so now he stared at Cam from inside, across the threshold. “Well? Are you coming in?”
Cam’s mouth dropped open again, but nothing came out. Dylan liked to think that behind those inky
But Cam would live with this heartache forever. While he could, he turned and shot out of the apartment door. He nearly knocked down Jose, who stood up, gaping and wide-eyed, from his hallway post when Cam appeared, running to get back to the life he never should have left.
The next morning, Dylan waited in the shadows between the houses across the street from Cam’s house. The sun kept rising, and minute by minute, his protected position got narrower. He pulled Gertie closer to his leg and whispered, “Hush” when she gave a low growl at Tash’s appearance. That redheaded dude exiting Cam’s door with Cam close behind him had to be Tash. Squinting in the chilly nine a.m. sunlight, Dylan tried to detect wings or shapes or anything odd about the guy but saw only a long-legged man in jeans, a black leather jacket, and sunglasses. Cam wore dark aviators too. An involuntary shiver ran through Dylan when he remembered why they covered their eyes. To hide their power.
He had no recollection of how long he’d huddled on the floor of his room last night after Cam had left, only that he’d woken up with his whole face swollen with tears and the impression of oblivion all around him. He didn’t think he’d be able to sleep, afraid the nightmare visions would come back, but he’d been so worn out, he’d sunk swiftly into a dreamless slumber and woken up this morning with one thing on his mind: Cameron Coburn.
Dylan hadn’t felt such an overwhelming, all-consuming need since he’d given up drugs. That awful, crawly, under-the-skin sensation that demanded satisfaction possessed him from the moment he’d cracked his lids open. But it wasn’t exactly like a drug craving. This was emotional, not just physical, although there sure was the physical end of things. Just looking at Cam standing there, one foot on a step higher than the other, his big hands spread apart while he said something to his brother, had Dylan’s dick’s at attention.
They should have fucked the night away instead of playing twenty questions like they were at a little girls’ sleepover. With a disgruntled huff, Dylan adjusted himself and leaned closer to the building’s sheltering brick side. Yeah, he had to be fucking nuts to come back here and confront the guy, or whatever he was, who’d laid him low with just a glance, but he was a stubborn motherfucker, and he never could take no for an answer.
Besides, Cam had promised to take care of the dog today. And a promise was a promise.
Their conversation across the street seemed to be wrapping up. Tash slapped Cam companionably on the arm, then turned and got into the driver’s side of a silver Nissan parked along the curb. Dylan wondered where he took off to. Cam had said he’d be gone all day. Good. That gave them plenty of time to sort things out between them.
He waited until Tash’s car had gone around the corner before he stepped out into the sunshine. Cam still stood on the steps, watching Tash drive away, and Dylan’s movement must have drawn his gaze. Dylan could tell the exact second he recognized him, ’cause Cam’s whole body jolted upright and went stiff. He wore a dark blue T-shirt and jeans, and he’d had his hands in his front pockets. Now he drew them out slowly as Dylan began to cross the road, almost as if he planned to raise them and fend Dylan off. Too late. With Gertie trotting by his side, Dylan strode across the street.
Cam’s mouth opened, in shock, no doubt, and he turned and practically leaped up the three steps to his front door. Dylan broken into a run and grabbed his shoulder just as he pulled the door open. “Hey!”
“Dylan, I—”
Dylan pushed past him into the house, so now he stared at Cam from inside, across the threshold. “Well? Are you coming in?”
Cam’s mouth dropped open again, but nothing came out. Dylan liked to think that behind those inky
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