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Rand?”
    “Oh, God, yes, yes.”
    Rand lifted his ass, his hand pumping
hard on the cock beneath his gyrating bottom. Strangled moans and groans came
from the back of his throat.
    “Oh, God, it’s coming, I’m going to
come, don’t stop. Spank me hard, Frank, don’t stop. I’m coming, oh Christ, here
it comes.”
    Rand’s body stiffened and cries of
pleasure echoed in the room. He bucked his hips up and down, and pitched his
body forward. At the last second, Frank cupped Rand’s penis in his hand and
felt his release. On and on it went, hot and wet exploding into the hankie. It
stopped jerking for a second and spurt again and again in an endless stream of
thick semen. Frank milked Rand’s cock as it jerked spasmodically in the last
throes of ejaculation. Rand’s ass, high in the air, quivered like jelly. A
series of rapturous moans escaped his lips before he collapsed against Frank’s
lap.
    “Better than you ever imagined, huh,
pretty boy? I think you make it your mission to piss me off so I punish you.”
    “You’re a cold-hearted bastard,” Rand
said, trying to catch his breath.
    “You still hiding in that closet?”
    “Fuck you. Anyone’s body would respond
to―”
    Frank couldn’t help the mockery in his
laugh. “You came so hard just now, you almost passed out.”
    “Let me go. I gotta get back to class.”
    “One more thing before I let you up. I’m
not a babysitter. You want to fuck up in school, go ahead, but you’ll be back
living with your mother quicker than flies mate.” He rubbed his hand over his
ass. “And maybe I’ll start looking for an honest, mature roommate.”
    “Go ahead, McGuire,” Rand said, his
voice edged with cockiness. “Remember, though, all the good-looking queers sit
by me in school.”
    Frank grabbed him by his shirt collar
and yanked his neck back. “Are you threatening me, pretty boy? You’ve had a
taste of your first man and now you want to know if there’s someone better out
there?”
    “No,” he said, his voice quavering. “You
just piss me off sometimes.”
    “Good.” Frank released him. “That makes
us even.”
    When Frank scooted out from under him,
Rand scrambled from the couch, scurried to his boxers and jeans on the floor,
and pulled them over his hips. He picked up his backpack and headed for the
front door, stopping at the sound of Frank’s voice.
    “I’ll be late tonight since I had to
stay home this morning and perform my duties.”
    He jerked around, his eyes dark and hot.
“You’re not my fucking keeper!”
    “No,” he said, “I’m not, and I’ll make
sure you know that when I get home tonight. If you know what’s good for you,
you’ll be here at seven o’clock, naked and in my bed.”
    Rand didn’t answer him, but left the
townhome in a huff, slamming the door behind him.

 
     
     
    Chapter Two
     
     
     
    Frank pulled the Denali onto the
interstate and headed for his office. A curse left his lips when his latte went
flying while reaching for his cell phone on the passenger seat. “Hey, Grace,”
he said after flipping it open. “I bet you’re wondering if I died.”
    His office assistant’s throaty laugh
echoed through the line. “That would be a cold day in Hell.”
    “Which, that I died or you’d be
wondering?”
    “I always worry about you, Frank, you
know that. How would I pay my rent if you died?” Before he had a chance to
answer, she changed the subject. “Baltimore’s finest is here and he brought the
upper brass with him.”
    “Is that code for Jeffords and the FBI?”
    “You’re so perceptive, Frank, no pun
intended. When should I say you’ll arrive?”
    “How about ten minutes? As soon as I
wipe the double-shot mocha off the seat of my car, I’m there.”
    “Over and out,” Grace said and hung up.
    Frank parked the Denali in front of the
old brownstone and rushed up the steps with images of Rand flashing through his
brain. Hounded by the