Smoky Read Free

Jaramie’s hand again. “Can I show you something?”
    “What?”
    “Just come with me. Come on; be brave.”
    “I don’t want to make Tommy worry.”
    “No problem.” Smoky signaled the deejay again. “All fixed. Janos will tell your friend that you’re with me.”
    “I don’t think I should.”
    “Why not? You’re not really scared, are you?”
    “A little,” Jaramie said honestly. “I don’t really know you, and your clothes send a message.”
    Smoky stroked a hand down one of the studded leather straps that crisscrossed his chest. “And to think I dressed down tonight.”
    Jaramie had to smile at that. “I guess I’m not exactly dressed for church either,” he said.
    “Come with me,” Smoky said, his voice dropping a half-octave. “I promise you won’t regret it.”
    The little hairs rose on Jaramie’s forearms as that dark chocolate voice melted in his ears. Dancing with Smoky had raised his heart rate and put a blizzard of butterflies in his belly, but he’d felt that effect with other men, and he’d managed to resist them. Why was the little voice in his head telling him that this one was different? Why did he feel so sure that each step he took brought him closer to a point of no return? Why was he being such an old maid? “Okay,” he said. “Show me.”
    “Excellent!” Smoky pulled Jaramie down a narrow hall beside the stage that led to an even narrower staircase. “Sorry about the climb, but it’ll be worth it.”
    Jaramie followed the other man up the steep steps and through the door at the top. He’d counted three stories and wasn’t particularly surprised when they emerged onto the roof, but the panorama spread out in front of him took his breath away. “It’s beautiful,” he said, walking to stand at the edge and lean against the wall.
    “It really is, isn’t it?” Smoky came up behind Jaramie and slipped his arms around him.
    “What are you doing?”
    “Holding you. Do you mind?”
    “I guess not.” In fact, it felt wonderful to have Smoky’s arms around him. “But don’t get any funny ideas.”
    “Like what?” Smoky nuzzled at Jaramie’s nape.
    “Like that.”
    “Are you sure you don’t mean this?” Smoky licked the hollow behind Jaramie’s left earlobe.
    “Cut it out.” Jaramie groaned as one of Smoky’s hands slid down to brush his crotch.
    “I thought so. The dancing turned you on a little, didn’t it?”
    “None of your business.”
    “Hey, there were two of us involved, you know. Be fair.” Smoky pressed his crotch to Jaramie’s backside, letting him feel how hard he was.
    “Man, you really don’t take no for an answer, do you?”
    “I haven’t heard you say no yet.” Smoky squeezed the bulge in Jaramie’s jeans.
    Jaramie moaned, leaning heavily on the retaining wall. “Please,” he whispered.
    “You don’t have to beg,” Smoky said, squeezing again. “Just let me love you.”
    “You mean let you make love to me.”
    “We have to start somewhere.” Smoky’s breath was warm on the back of Jaramie’s neck. “Come on, pretty baby. Let me love you and see where it takes us.”
    “I don’t—”
    “Usually do this kind of thing,” Smoky finished for him. “I believe you. I won’t think you’re a slut. I was just hoping that I turned you on as much as you turned me on.”
    Jaramie sucked in a sharp breath as Smoky squeezed a little harder. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this horny,” he said. “That’s what scares me.”
    “Why is it scary?” Smoky continued to fondle Jaramie through his jeans as he talked.
    “I don’t know what will happen if I let myself go.”
    “No one does, but I can promise you that I’ll make you feel good. What’s so bad about that?”
    “Nothing, I just—” Jaramie’s words trailed off into a moan. “Damn it; that does feel good.”
    “Just relax.” Smoky deftly unbuttoned Jaramie’s jeans and slipped his hand through the fly, unhindered by underwear. “Let me please