Safe Harbor 2: Hiding in Plain Sight by Cassandra Carr

understand about confidentiality—it was practically how he’d lived his life from the beginning.
    “Let’s go to sleep.”
    “You okay without a top sheet? Someone got spunk all over yours.”
    “Come here.” Vlad opened his arms, and Joey spooned into him. I could get used to this.

Chapter Six
    Joe rolled over and encountered a large lump. What the fuck? He turned his head and opened one eye. Oh, Vlad . The man had flung an arm out to the side, and Joe had just landed on it. Smiling, he scooted away and studied the still-sleeping figure in front of him. Fucking gorgeous.
    Idly he thought about surprising Vlad with a morning blowjob, but his bladder nixed the idea for the moment. After taking care of his immediate need, he sneaked back into bed. Given his training, he wasn’t worried about waking the guy up, but the thought of Vlad being none the wiser gave him a little kick. Gently, he moved the blanket away from Vlad’s leg to get a look at the bruise.
    Shit. I’ve seen shrapnel hits that looked better. If he thinks he’s getting back on the ice in a game or two, I’m pretty sure he’s mistaken.
    His gaze wandered up to the morning wood lying against Vlad’s stomach. The whole “waking him up with a blowjob” thing was sounding better and better. Besides, maybe it would soften the blow of seeing what his ankle looked like. Joe had to be at work later, only for a half shift to cover for a buddy, so unfortunately he couldn’t spend all day licking up and down the man’s body like he was a life-size ice-cream cone. It was really a shame. A physique like Vlad’s was meant to be worshipped.
    Not like he needed a reason or justification to stuff Vlad’s fat cock in his mouth. Mind made up, Joe moved down the bed and began to gently lick and suck at the head of Vlad’s cock. Mmm, he tasted good. He watched Vlad and knew the moment he became conscious. He took him deep, and Vlad lifted his ass right off the bed.
    “Fuck me.”
    Pulling off with a pop , Joe said, “Later.”
    Vlad finally opened his eyes. “Today?”
    “I thought today maybe you could wear one of the plugs you have, since we never got to that last night.” Vlad reached down and ran his fingers through his short hair.
    “I want you inside me today.”
    Joe studied him, sighing. “I’m not sure you’re ready, baby. The last thing I want to do is hurt you or turn you off to bottoming.”
    “Can you find my prostate with your cock?” Vlad asked, both blond eyebrows going up.
    He laughed. “Of course.”
    “I want you to fuck me. I want it right now.”
    “Hold on there, slugger. Someone wore me out last night, and I’m not as young as I used to be. I need breakfast before I can consider any hardcore bedroom gymnastics.”
    “Fine. I suppose I should feed you.”
    Vlad looked at him with a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, and Joe waited him out, smirking back.
    “I keep lots of things here. We have to eat a good breakfast. Do you like eggs? I can make a really good omelet. I tried over and over until it came out right. Took me almost a year.”
    “You keep forgetting you’re not supposed to be on your feet.”
    “You’re worse than my trainer.”
    Joe threw him an exasperated look. It really was amazing how much professional athletes were like military men. “I want you to heal.”
    “Can I at least take a shower?” Vlad asked, sitting up. “I feel kind of sticky and gross.”
    “A short one,” he answered, choosing not to react to Vlad’s choice of words. “I’ll go root around for breakfast stuff.”
    “Wait for me. I will make food after I get out.”
    Joe cocked his head. “What’s with this ‘I don’t want to let anyone do something nice for me’ attitude? Or are you afraid to let me look around your kitchen? Got a body buried in there? Or a woman hiding in the pantry?”
    “No, God, no.” Vlad looked down, picking at an imaginary spot on the blanket. “I-I’m not used to people taking care of