Teen shelter volunteer Rich searches for love until Diego, from LVMPD Search and Rescue, finds him.
After declaring his love life officially dead, Rich wonders if maybe he should stick with his shifter book boyfriends instead. It’s not as if he has much free time to date anyway. Between working long hours at a coffee shop, guarding his sodas from his hygienically challenged roommates, and running the programming at the Vegas LGBTQ teen shelter he founded – how could there ever be space for love in his life?
Diego Espinoza enjoys taking his downtime from working Search and Rescue, at the Lucky Cup coffee shop. He can set up his laptop, peruse good sport climbing spots and observe the blond barista he’s been pining over for a while. He imagines that the pretty boy has more offers than he knows what to do with, so it takes Diego time to work up the nerve to approach him.
Rich isn’t so sure about the rough looking Diego – even if he’s always thought he was hot – but once he decides to gives Diego a chance, there’s an immediate heat and connection that takes him by surprise. As they learn more about each other and try to find the way to a future together, strange and scary things start to happen.
It isn’t until Rich is injured in a bizarre accident that it becomes clear that there’s someone out there who not only doesn’t want Rich to find love – they want him dead.
Diego picked up the last bite of the tiramisu with his fork then offered it to Rich.
“Oh God.” Rich placed his hands across his stomach. “I couldn’t.”
“Just a teeny bite. Nibble it.”
Rich snorted a laugh. “If you insist.”
Diego brought the dessert closer and Rich stuck out the tip of his tongue to lick at the edges of the pastry. He took an almost invisible portion of the cake, a couple of crumbs on his lips the only evidence that he’d taken any at all. Diego held in a groan when Rich swiped his tongue across his mouth to catch them.
Let’s see. I think this is the, what, tenth erection since I sat down?
He’d lost count. It was probably more like one continuous boner. It would increase every time Rich did something even sexier than merely sitting next to him. Without moving his gaze from Rich, he brought the fork to his own mouth then finished off the rest of the dessert. Rich’s cheeks flushed.
Gotta love that.
“Can I get you anything else? Another espresso?”
“Thank you, but I’m stuffed and any more caffeine means I’ll never fall asleep tonight.”
“You could get decaf if you still want one.”
“No, thank you Diego. But this has been the best date ever, really.”
Diego checked his watch surreptitiously. Or so he thought.
“Did you need to get going?” Rich was doing a terrible job of masking his disappointment.
“Not at all.” Diego favored him with a smile. “You have me for as long as you want. What’s your curfew?”
“Well, the boys at home don’t worry about me until the sun starts to rise. That’s right before they fall into a drunken stupor and their concern for the guy who’s paying one-third of the rent peaks.”
Diego grinned thinking about the hilarious exploits Rich had shared regarding the cleanliness challenged roommates he had to tolerate on a daily basis. They were definitely a couple of characters. It had also made the state of the house more understandable. Rich spoke of it as if it was a biohazard. He mused that it had to be a big stress on the clean, neat and tidy Rich that Diego had observed in the months he’d been noticing him at the coffee shop.
“I don’t want to keep you up past your bedtime. When do you get up for work?”
Rich fiddled with his coffee spoon. “Oh. I uh, I usually get up at four.”
Diego cringed. He couldn’t imagine doing that on a regular basis.
He does what he has to do.
“And you go to sleep…?”
“If I’m being a good boy, nine or ten. Eleven or twelve if there’s a book I can’t put down.”
Rich glanced up at him, a twinkle in his eyes. “Damn hairy hunks.”
“So it won’t be too bad of me then to keep you out until nine?”
Rich straightened, but still played with the spoon, keeping his gaze on the piece of cutlery as he spoke. “Well…I don’t have to be a good boy every night.”
Diego inhaled sharply through his nose. “So, if I corrupt you tonight, you won’t be mad at me later?”
Rich bit his bottom lip, finally raising his eyes. “No. It’s been waaaay too long since I’ve been properly corrupted.”
Diego struggled to keep from letting out an incredibly humiliating moan. “I can’t even begin to imagine why we’re still sitting in this restaurant.”
Rich gave him an exaggerated expression of confusion. “I know, right?”
Author Morticia Knight spends most of her nights writing about men loving men forever after. If there happens to be some friendly bondage or floggings involved, she doesn’t begrudge her characters whatever their filthy little heart’s desire. Even though she’s been crafting her naughty tales for more years than she’d like to share – her adventures as a published author began in 2011. Once upon a time she was the lead singer in an indie rock band that toured the West Coast and charted on U.S. college radio. She currently resides on the northern Oregon coast and when she’s not fantasizing about hot men she takes walks along the ocean and annoys the local Karaoke bar patrons.
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