Phoenix Club 5 CALEB 2 Torn in two C.J. Bishop

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.His hand hesitated when he gripped the door knob.He took a deep breath and opened thedoor. We need to talk. Samuel entered without an invitation, pushing through the partially opendoor before Caleb had a chance to deflect him.Once inside, he looked Caleb over. That s somehigh-brow wear for five-thirty in the morning.Going somewhere.Caleb just stared at him, wondering if he were dreaming, hallucinating, something.But theman s presence was quite flesh and blood. Yes. He whispered but didn t offer details. Another trip?Caleb nodded slowly.His heart had ached for some attention from Samuel, but now that hewas right here, he sensed the danger of being alone with the guy.He was barely holding it togetherand all he wanted was to be in Samuel s arms, longed for his love to somehow make everything allright and rescue him from the villain.But this was no fairytale or superhero saga.It was real life&and there were no white knights or superheroes to come along and right the wrong. Visiting your brother again? Samuel asked. Yes. Caleb released the breath he forgot he was holding. I don t have much time.I have tobe going soon. Are you driving again? No. Caleb sighed. Flying?Caleb s jaw squeezed as emotion gripped him. What re you doing here, Samuel? His voicebroke a little, his recent stress shoving him to the edge. What do you want?Stepping closer, Samuel spoke low. I want you to tell me what s really going on with you?Hurt crept into his eyes. And why you would take something so perfect as what we have together&and just throw it away? Caleb started to speak, but Samuel interjected. And don t hand me that Idon t love you bit. He closed what little space remained between them and grabbed Caleb s face. Because that s bullshit, baby.He kissed him with a passion that nearly buckled Caleb s knees, his warm, slick tonguedelving deep into Caleb s mouth.To keep from dropping to the floor, Caleb grabbed onto the man,clutching his shirt, pulling him closer, then his arms went around Samuel s back.He moaned loud anddug his fingers into the guy s firm muscles.His back sank into the sofa cushions as Samuel laid himdown, the weight of Samuel s body pressing down on him, his urgent mouth shifting to Caleb s throat.What re you doing? You know what Brock said! His mind cleared in a snap, jerking him backto reality so hard it caused a fierce thump in his head. Samuel& no. He pushed against the man buthe was a solid force, unmovable. Stop& we can t&. His throat closed and tears welled up fast asall he wanted was to pull the guy closer and hold on so tight. Why can t we? Samuel groaned then lifted his head and stared down at him, but made nomove to let him up. Why, Caleb? What changed? Tell me. Desperation singed his words.Hisfingers pushed through Caleb s hair and he kissed him again. I know you love me, baby.I know youdo.I can feel it.Right now I can feel you wanting me, needing me. He pressed his lips to Caleb smouth in a firm kiss then whispered, Why won t you tell me what s wrong?Caleb turned away from the kiss and choked on a sob.He caught a glimpse of the digital clockin the small kitchen; almost six o clock. I have to go. He pushed at Samuel, fighting his tears. Not yet. Samuel insisted. Just talk to me, dammit. I have to go! Caleb choked and Samuel finally let him up.He rubbed a shaky hand acrosshis face and went quickly to the bedroom and grabbed his bag, then returned to the living room.Heavoided Samuel s stare and went to the door and paused, his back to the man. We can t do thisanymore, Samuel. He whispered thickly. You can t& come over here again. His chin trembled andhe squeezed his eyes shut, struggling to control his breathing. I m sorry.He opened the door and left the apartment, taking out his cell and calling a cab.* * * *Samuel didn t move when Caleb walked out.His words still hurt, but Samuel now knew forcertain that the guy still cared for him, still desired him.All else was incidental as long as that muchwas true.When he returned from his trip, he would make him talk to him whether or not he wantedto.There was no way in hell he was going to lose Caleb for reasons that weren t even explained tohim. I m not going anywhere, baby. He whispered. You can tell me to stay away, but I knowthat isn t really what you want. Samuel stood up from the sofa, but rather than go to the door andleave the apartment, he walked into the bedroom and lay down on the bed.If he couldn t hold Calebright now, at least he wanted to lie where they had made love, where the young man s scent filled hissenses.He hadn t planned on coming over so early, but these days sleep just wasn t happening forhim.Finding Caleb up and dressed in a suit had been the last thing he d expected, and he didn t knowwhy he was dressed up that way to go see his brother.But the guy s apparel of choice wasn t ofconcern to him.His sudden insistence on pushing Samuel from his life was.A shuddered breath seeped out and Samuel rolled over, hugging Caleb s pillow, breathinghim in.Oh god, baby, I can t do this.I need you so bad.I need to feel you beside me when I sleep&or I may never sleep again.It was nearly seven o clock before he finally crawled off Caleb s bed and left the apartment,locking up behind him.* * * *The cab ride to the airport passed much too quickly.With each overpass sign that directedthem closer and closer, Caleb s stomach knotted tighter until a sharp, constant pain stabbed his gutwithout relief.And when he finally exited the cab and walked into the terminal, the pain mingled withnausea.He found Brock where he said he would be.The man looked him over approvingly. Adefinite improvement. He said in regards to Caleb s attire. You actually look like a respectableyoung man.His condescending attitude ground at Caleb.If you re so fucking disapproving of my lifestyle why re you in such a hurry to get your cock in my ass? Fucking hypocrite. You re on time. Brock said, as if he were surprised. I can read a fucking clock. Caleb muttered.The man looked at him, eyes slightly narrowed.His voice dropped for Caleb s ears only. You will lose that smartass tone, do you understand? he said. I get enough of that adolescent shitfrom Samuel.I won t tolerate it with you as well.Brock stared at him, expecting a response.Caleb s lips tightened. I apologize. He nearlygagged on his words, wishing to spit in the man s face. It won t happen again. See that it doesn t. Brock s tone lightened but remained triumphant.He had Caleb by theballs in more ways than one and he knew it.For the duration of the short flight, Caleb relayed the details of Nick s case, struggling toretain a non-emotional air.More than once, his voice thickened and began to crack before he forcedhis emotions back under control.Brock grew visibly annoyed when Caleb showed any humanfeelings about the events, as if it were all business and real lives hadn t been destroyed, ripped apart.Never did he give indication that there was anything more to their relationship than strictbusiness matters [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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