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[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] mean smile pulling at his lips. Ah, there he is. Jeff, isn t it? Did you drop by to stutter all over Reese s cock? Reese swiveled toward the kitchen door, where Jeff slouched against the doorframe, his hands in his pockets, his expression impossible to read. Reese implored, Jeff, I m really sorry. Just ignore him. He ll be gone in a second. Hank offered a hollow laugh. I warned you, Hartman. Don t tell me you actually believe him. Not after all the lies. He advanced toward Jeff but Reese stopped him, blocking his way. Unperturbed, Hank continued to address Jeff. I have my own key to Reese s house. Do you? Reese and I have been fucking since you were in junior high school. Reese owes me everything he s got, and then some. Do you really think he s going to pick you over me? Shut up! Reese roared, the barely controlled rage now spilling out, spreading like a red film over his eyes and heating his blood. He started toward Hank, ready to physically propel him out the door if necessary. Hank dodged quickly around him, laughing softly. I don t write checks I can t cash, he said, pulling something from the inner pocket of his jacket. Watch and learn how the big boys play. Before Reese realized what he was doing, Hank pushed the button on the DVD player and slipped a disc into the slot. The TV turned on and after a moment, the images lit up the screen. It was Reese, naked in a video taken several years before with a man who, like Jeff, hadn t known he was being videotaped. Tears of shame and fury filled Reese s eyes. You fucking bastard. Helpless anger robbed him of judgment and he shoved Hank so hard Hank sprawled to the ground, landing with a thud. With a shaking hand, Reese pushed the power button off, wondering how much Jeff had seen. All the petty lies, all the cavalier sexual games Reese had played over the years, weighed on him now like a stone. He felt himself sinking beneath the weight of his shame. Please, he begged, his voice ragged with pain. I m not that man. Not anymore. Hank got slowly to his feet, the snide expression of a moment before replaced with something darker and more menacing. You are that man, Reese Armstrong. You ll always be that man. Look at him, Jeff. This is the real Reese. Piss him off and he ll push you around. He s a rage-aholic, out of control. Turning to Reese, he demanded, You probably want to kill me now, don t you, Reese? Just like the last time you killed someone, huh? Did you bother to share that little detail about your life with your new lover? Huh? Did you? It was as if Reese were thrust back in time, back to that horrible day when, as now, rage had blinded him. Hank was right. He did want to kill him. Not just punch him or make him leave, but smash his face in. He wanted to slam Hank s head down against the floor until it split like a melon and silenced forever the corrosive, damning voice of the man who was trying to ruin the first and only good thing ever to happen to him. Fury propelled him forward, his hands curling into fists as he advanced on Hank, who held his ground, his expression defiant. You wouldn t dare hit me, you pathetic little shit. Don t forget who you re dealing with. I had Daddy clean it up the first time. This time I ll be the one pressing the charges, and you can bet I ll make them stick. Reese barely heard him. Just beneath the blinding anger, his heart breaking with sorrow, certain now by Jeff s silence that he d lost whatever slim chance they d had of a reconciliation. You fucking bastard, he cried. If nothing else, he d have the pleasure of wiping that smug, superior expression off Hank s face. He brought his arm back, fully prepared to deliver a sharp right when Jeff s quiet voice penetrated the blood roaring in his ears. Don t, Reese. You re better than that. You are a different man now. I know it. It was as if someone had taken a lance and punctured the bubble of fury that had encased him. All at once he felt it easing away, draining from him like blood and pus from an infected wound. He dropped his arm, suddenly aware he was shaking, and turned toward Jeff. The tender expression on Jeff s face washed away the last of his anger. Jeff was right. He was a different man now. It wasn t just lip service or wishful thinking. That kind of uncontrolled, helpless anger no longer held sway over him. Hank just plain wasn t worth it. Reese felt a strange exhilarating calmness descend over him. All the dirty, guilty shame over his past behavior and deeds seemed to slough off like a skin no longer needed. He was washed clean at last by Jeff s faith in him. Was that what love was? Something that refused to believe the ugly and shallow, that saw only the good in a person? Or did it also see the fears and the failures, the dreams broken, and still love the person? Was believing in the possibility of the good what inspired it into being? Addressing Hank, Jeff spoke with quiet but undeniable authority. You need to leave. I think Reese has made it pretty clear you re not welcome. Hank s face was mottled with rage, his mouth twisted into a snarl. Taking the key from his pocket, he hurled it to the floor. When you come to your senses, Reese, you ll have to get on your knees and fucking beg me to take you back. Reese stared at him, too stunned that Hank actually thought such a thing might be possible to answer. Hank started back, his dark, hooded eyes glittering. Once Reese would have been afraid of Hank s wrath, but not anymore. He felt nothing. Good bye, Hank, he said quietly. Hank glared a moment longer, his eyes flitting from Reese to Jeff and back to Reese. Turning on his heel, he strode out the front door, slamming it as he went. Calmly, Jeff followed him and turned the lock. Jeff walked back toward Reese. Reese said nothing, any words he might offer too clumsy, too inexact to convey his happiness. Stepping closer, Jeff took Reese s face in his hands and pulled it toward his. Reese closed his eyes as their lips met. Reese brought his arms around Jeff and held him tight, tenderness warring with lust as his cock rose hard against Jeff s body. His own body ached with the memory of Jeff s touch, the heat of his kiss, the hard press of his cock. Desire for this quiet, sensual man burned like a flame over his skin. Arms still around each other, they moved in silent accord to the bedroom. It was a [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |