more.
“I don’t want to send you mixed signals, I like you and I’m somewhat attracted to you, I just can’t do relationships, I don’t have what it takes. So I don’t want you thinking that we could have something.”
Somewhat attracted? I allowed those words, his words, to echo over and over in my head.
“What exactly does it take to have a relationship?” I asked, curious to understand why he was telling me this.
“A heart,” Harley quietly said.
I laughed, but he didn’t. “Are you telling me you’re heartless, like the tin man in the Wizard of Oz?”
“Dyson, all I’m capable of right now is sex. Raw no strings attached sex and I couldn’t do that to you, you’re a nice guy who deserves better.
Nice guy . Isn’t it the nice guy who finishes last?
As the words left his mouth and collided with my ears, I proceeded to try inhaling the mouthful of burger I was chewing on and started choking. I coughed as Harley’s fist pounded my back and tears streamed over my cheeks, snot running from my nose. It was an incredibly attractive moment, not. I held my arms up in surrender once my airway was cleared and then wiped my nose and face with a napkin Harley offered.
“Jesus Dyson, don’t go croaking on me,” he said, rubbing my shoulder. “Don’t make me a widower this soon.”
“Not until the divorce is filed at least?” I joked, half-heartedly. “Can I ask you something?”
“Fire away.”
“If you have no heart,” I put my glasses back on. “Then why did you step up and help me? And don’t say because of my brothers…you’ve kissed me twice, a heartless fuck wouldn’t kiss the way you do.”
Harley shrugged as if it were no big deal and swiftly stood, he was planning a get away, but I darted to the door and closed it. He wouldn’t get away so easily.
“I wanted to know…” his brow rose.
“What did you want to know?” I egged him on.
“If you tasted as good as you look,” he grinned.
“Well that would explain the first kiss, so why did you kiss me the second time?”
“Because I discovered how soft your lips were, besides…I like the way you react when I kiss you.”
“How do I react?” I creased my brow and held my palm to his chest when he made a move to get around me.
“Like this,” Harley’s tongue moistened his lips before they made contact with mine.
If taste was a factor in the way a man kissed, Harley Cooper tasted like the most decadent assortment of sins known to man combined into one. His full lips were silky and warm and as his kiss lingered, his tongue parted my lips and stroked over mine. My cock grew hard and I could feel Harley’s semi erection push against mine. I gently let out a moan that triggered Harley’s instant retreat.
“Oh fuck,” he sighed. “I have a meeting, I have to go.”
“See you at home,” I said, holding the door as he squeezed around me.
Only capable of sex did he say? Did I say I had a problem with that idea? Did he ask? Was that what he was trying to tell me in his subtly informative way? How I was supposed to think of anything else was beyond me, but I had to get Harley out of my head and get home to start dinner. It was going to be one fucking long night.
On the menu tonight was simple fare, pulled pork on fresh buns with homemade coleslaw and kettle chips. We sat down to eat minutes after Harley walked through the door, which left uneasiness between us since his words were still ever present on my mind, try as I may to shake them. I’m sure Tag never noticed as he and Harley got to know one another and we talked about Tag’s next assignment.
As a professional photographer, he was lucky enough to travel the world to exotic locations and photograph some of the sexiest models on the planet, a job which suited him to a tee. In a few days he would be flying to Switzerland to the Piz Gloria restaurant, the one made famous by the James Bond film On Her Majesty’s Secret Service , to do a swimwear shoot. He was
“I don’t want to send you mixed signals, I like you and I’m somewhat attracted to you, I just can’t do relationships, I don’t have what it takes. So I don’t want you thinking that we could have something.”
Somewhat attracted? I allowed those words, his words, to echo over and over in my head.
“What exactly does it take to have a relationship?” I asked, curious to understand why he was telling me this.
“A heart,” Harley quietly said.
I laughed, but he didn’t. “Are you telling me you’re heartless, like the tin man in the Wizard of Oz?”
“Dyson, all I’m capable of right now is sex. Raw no strings attached sex and I couldn’t do that to you, you’re a nice guy who deserves better.
Nice guy . Isn’t it the nice guy who finishes last?
As the words left his mouth and collided with my ears, I proceeded to try inhaling the mouthful of burger I was chewing on and started choking. I coughed as Harley’s fist pounded my back and tears streamed over my cheeks, snot running from my nose. It was an incredibly attractive moment, not. I held my arms up in surrender once my airway was cleared and then wiped my nose and face with a napkin Harley offered.
“Jesus Dyson, don’t go croaking on me,” he said, rubbing my shoulder. “Don’t make me a widower this soon.”
“Not until the divorce is filed at least?” I joked, half-heartedly. “Can I ask you something?”
“Fire away.”
“If you have no heart,” I put my glasses back on. “Then why did you step up and help me? And don’t say because of my brothers…you’ve kissed me twice, a heartless fuck wouldn’t kiss the way you do.”
Harley shrugged as if it were no big deal and swiftly stood, he was planning a get away, but I darted to the door and closed it. He wouldn’t get away so easily.
“I wanted to know…” his brow rose.
“What did you want to know?” I egged him on.
“If you tasted as good as you look,” he grinned.
“Well that would explain the first kiss, so why did you kiss me the second time?”
“Because I discovered how soft your lips were, besides…I like the way you react when I kiss you.”
“How do I react?” I creased my brow and held my palm to his chest when he made a move to get around me.
“Like this,” Harley’s tongue moistened his lips before they made contact with mine.
If taste was a factor in the way a man kissed, Harley Cooper tasted like the most decadent assortment of sins known to man combined into one. His full lips were silky and warm and as his kiss lingered, his tongue parted my lips and stroked over mine. My cock grew hard and I could feel Harley’s semi erection push against mine. I gently let out a moan that triggered Harley’s instant retreat.
“Oh fuck,” he sighed. “I have a meeting, I have to go.”
“See you at home,” I said, holding the door as he squeezed around me.
Only capable of sex did he say? Did I say I had a problem with that idea? Did he ask? Was that what he was trying to tell me in his subtly informative way? How I was supposed to think of anything else was beyond me, but I had to get Harley out of my head and get home to start dinner. It was going to be one fucking long night.
On the menu tonight was simple fare, pulled pork on fresh buns with homemade coleslaw and kettle chips. We sat down to eat minutes after Harley walked through the door, which left uneasiness between us since his words were still ever present on my mind, try as I may to shake them. I’m sure Tag never noticed as he and Harley got to know one another and we talked about Tag’s next assignment.
As a professional photographer, he was lucky enough to travel the world to exotic locations and photograph some of the sexiest models on the planet, a job which suited him to a tee. In a few days he would be flying to Switzerland to the Piz Gloria restaurant, the one made famous by the James Bond film On Her Majesty’s Secret Service , to do a swimwear shoot. He was
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