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.He cleaned Montana's ass, making amental note to bring a plug next time.They wriggled and together got Montana's pants done back up, and then his own."There.All tidy.""Tidy is a weird word, huh?"Billy grinned, dumping the napkin in the little garbage can subtly placed beneath thetable."Is it?""I think so, yeah.It's like finicky.""I like persnickety myself."Montana grinned."That one's good."He chuckled."You do have a way with pillow talk, love."That laughter rang out, and Mic grinned over at them."He's cute, Billy.""He is.He's mine." He knew Mic had no designs on Montana, but the words had poppedout anyway; he'd laid his claim.Snared - 137"I can tell.Congratulations." One hand pinched Ben's chest."This one is mine."Billy grinned and nodded."Sorry.Kind of a knee jerk reaction.""It's fun, though, needing them.""Fun and.satisfying."Montana ducked his head, swallowed, smiled.Billy finally turned his attention back to the stage, only to realize the demonstration wasover, Marcus helping the sub down off the cross.Montana wasn't watching, but it didn'tmatter.He'd done so well, performed beautifully.He turned Montana's head enough to kiss him.Montana moaned, tongue fucking his lipsgently.He sucked on it, fingers sliding beneath Montana's T-shirt to tug at the nipplering.Montana moaned, body stretching, reaching for him."So sexy.""Only for you, Billy.""That works for me."Montana offered him a warm, wonderful smile.The music started up again and he smiled, rubbed their noses together."You want todance?""I'd love to dance.""Good." He patted Montana's ass to get him to move off his lap, and then stood as well,taking his lover's hand.For the second time, Montana moved into his arms.Just like that, everything else fadedaway and it was just him and Montana again, moving together.Like it should be.Snared - 138Chapter Twelve"I gotta go, Margaret." He grinned."I'm going to stop at the store and get light bulbs forBilly on the way.""Be careful, Tanny.I'll see you tomorrow.I'll be late.I'm getting a haircut."He nodded, smiled, and grabbed his backpack.Store, a quick stop at the 7-Eleven for aDr.Pepper and a Snickers bar, then home.He needed a shower and a nap.Billy had anarticle and.A hand landed on his arm."Where do you think you're going?""Home." He pulled away, shivering as he met cold, hard eyes in a red face.Fucking pigs,and this one was the worst, always looking at him, always watching him."What do youwant?""To search your bag.A customer at that shop you came out of said you were dealing inthere.""Fuck you.I haven't.I was at work.""Dealing."He stepped backward."No.No, I didn't.I never did that." Never.Shit, he used to use,not deal."Then give me the backpack.""No." No way."Then I'll arrest you.Right here.You think your boss'll like that?"Fuck.Fuck."Can't you fucking bother a real criminal?"That hand shot out, grabbing his arm hard enough that his muscle ground against hisbone."You are a criminal, Tanny.You've been in, what, four times for possession? Five?Once we got you on a big deal -- you had plenty on you.""What do you want?" He wanted to go home.Please."And then there's your pimp, huh? Is he helping you?" He almost nodded at the words,but the cop kept talking and he was glad he hadn't."I bet he's cooking your shit up foryou.God knows you're not fucking smart enough to do it.Idiot."Snared - 139"He doesn't use.I don't either.What the fuck do you want?" Why was this guy fuckingwith him? He didn't understand.He didn't.The ugly, smarmy fucker grinned at him."I want your help, asshole.And if you don'twant me to skull fuck your world, you'll give it to me.""Fuck you.You can't prove anything.I haven't done anything."He yanked his arm away and started jogging, moving fast.He wasn't even payingattention to where he was going, just heading home by the shortest route possible.He hadto get home, get away from that jerk hassling him.Why couldn't they just leave himalone?He'd only just crossed the street to turn into the nice neighborhood where Billy livedwhen the cop car pulled up in front of him on the sidewalk, cutting him off.The sameasshole stepped out, the sound of his laughter nasty."I've got you now, boy.You crossed on the red light -- that's called jaywalking.And, oh.Oh.Look at this." A little baggie of rock was held up, dangled."Add that to your record,your use, and the fact that we know you're dealing, maybe even whoring, and your ass ismine.I'll pull your pimp in, too.Maybe they'll let you share a cell."Snared - 140Chapter ThirteenBilly hummed as he chopped salad for fajitas.He had all the fixings spread out on thekitchen table, the tortillas ready to warm in the microwave, the meat cooked and waitingin the oven.The other night at the Hammer had been amazing; he was still hummingfrom it.They'd have to go back again soon.He glanced at the clock and frowned.Montana should have been back over an hour ago;had they made lunch plans that he'd forgotten about?As if his thoughts had conjured up his lover, Montana came in through the front door,heading straight for the bedroom."Stinky.Going to shower.Be right out." The bathroomdoor closed behind Montana.Now, that wasn't quite right.Billy finished up with the lettuce, made sure there was soda pop in the fridge, and thenslowly made his way toward the bathroom.He could hear the shower running, hearMontana splashing.He went into the bathroom, picking up Montana's clothes andpopping them in the hamper."Everything okay, love?""Yeah.Just dirty.I needed to get clean.""Margaret working you hard?" He debated joining Montana, but figured they shouldmaybe eat first.If he got into the shower they'd get.distracted."Always.Today was hard, long.A long day." Montana started scrubbing his hair."Do you need some help with that?" It wasn't like the food wouldn't keep, and so what ifhe'd just talked himself out of getting into the shower with his lover? He could change hismind.Montana didn't answer right away, but then he got a "Sure, if you want to." Well, thatwasn't like his lover.He stripped quickly and climbed in, grabbing the soap.Montana pushed into his arms,hands sliding around his middle."Hey, love." He wrapped his arms around Montana, pulling him in close and holding on."Mmm.You feel good.""Yeah? You always do." He brought their mouths together for a long kiss.Montana felt tense to him, but only for a minute.He lost himself in the kiss, then,opening Montana's mouth to slide their tongues against each other [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]