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coming back to Rase now. He was an old devil, well suited to sparring with Rase's father.
"Mr. Bitmore," Rase said genially. "Fancy meeting you here. It's been years. You haven't
changed a bit."
"Rase." Bitmore shook Rase's hand, and Rase was pleased to find out that he hadn't really
hurt himself. "It's good to see you again. How's your mother?"
"She's about the same as always," Rase said, "thanks for asking. I just wanted to let you know
that your dinner companion, Mr.& "
"Jim Malloy?" The blonder of the two blondes piped up.
"Mr. Malloy, right." Rase gave her a brilliant smile and was rewarded by her batting her
lashes at him. "Anyway, he's not feeling particularly well, and he asked me to let you know
that you should go onto the next course without him."
"Oh, I hope he's all right," she said.
"Oh, I'm sure he'll be fine," Rase assured her. He patted her hand gently. "You have fun,
though; I know he'd hate it if you weren't having a good time."
"Thanks for letting us know," Bitmore said, offering Rase his hand one more time. Rase
shook it and then moved out of the way so that the waiters could bring the next course to the
table.
"Any time." With that, Rase headed back to his table.
Gabriel was waiting for him, tense and pale. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Nothing." Rase gave him a warm smile. "Just taking care of business."
"Don't lie to me." Gabriel looked on the verge of fury.
"I was just letting the party know that Mr. Malloy wouldn't be joining them right away
because he wasn't feeling well." Rase sat down and flexed his hand without thinking about it.
Gabriel's expression was still so distressed that Rase gave in. "He was rude to me," Rase
admitted. "About you, and smug. I hit him. He pissed me off."
Gabriel was silent for a moment, staring at Rase, and then he pulled his napkin from his lap
and put it on the table. "We're leaving," he said flatly.
Rase wasn't shocked, but he was a little disappointed. As Gabriel got up and straightened out
his jacket, Rase tucked cash under the centerpiece and followed suit. They were on their way
down the steps to the main part of the restaurant when Rase caught sight of Malloy heading
their way. He put his arm around Gabriel, just enough to let his hand rest of the small of
Gabriel's back, and kept walking as though he had never seen the man.
Gabriel was silent all the way to the elevator. Inside, once the doors had closed, the silence
was almost oppressive. The attendant kept his eyes forward and pressed the button for the
ground floor.
Rase turned to Gabriel to apologize, but anything he had to say was lost when Gabriel's
mouth met his. Rase made a small noise of surprise and wrapped his arms around Gabriel to
hold him close, yielding to his fierce kiss. Gabriel's fingers twisted in Rase's hair as they
kissed, tugging painfully and making Rase feel as though he could catch fire from need.
Gabriel didn't stop until the elevator chimed on the ground floor. "Take me home," he
whispered as the doors opened. "Your place."
Rase could only nod; he was aroused and breathless and still stunned. He had the presence of
mind to slide his arm around Gabriel's shoulders as they left the elevator, though. He didn't
want to lose a single moment of contact, no matter who saw them together or what they
thought.
Chapter Twelve
To Rase's surprise, Gabriel let him drive. The reasoning became clear even as they were
pulling away from the curb and Gabriel, foregoing his seatbelt, leaned in to kiss under Rase's
ear.
"Seatbelt," Rase said, trying to keep his voice steady. Gabriel didn't obey; he just bit where
he'd been kissing and made Rase's breath catch. "Seatbelt or let me drive. Please."
"Just be careful." Gabriel started undoing Rase's tie, his mouth ravaging the side of Rase's
throat. "You can do that." He got Rase's tie off and started working on the buttons of his shirt.
Rase gave up and pulled into a loading zone, turning to kiss Gabriel hard.
"I can and I don't want to," he said between hot, messy kisses. "I want you and I can't do that
and drive." It was raining, and that made things worse for driving; Rase didn't want to take
his chances, not with Gabriel.
"Then you don't want me enough." Gabriel bit Rase's lower lip hard, then shoved him back
against the driver's side window. "If you did, you'd drive right now."
Rase just pulled him close for another hungry kiss, moaning into it and ignoring the noise
when Gabriel put out a hand to steady himself and hit the horn by accident. This was so
inconvenient and so fucking hot, and Rase was trying to figure out a way they could have sex
here in the front seat. Gabriel was trying to climb into Rase's lap when someone going past
pounded on the hood of the car with a fist.
"Get a fucking room!"
"He has a point," Gabriel said breathlessly. "How the fuck am I going to get a good swing in
this space?" He pulled back to look at Rase, leaning on the dashboard; he was just visible in
the light from the streetlamps, and his expression was purely salacious. "God, I want to beat
your fucking gorgeous ass and make you come."
"Then do up your seatbelt," Rase said, feeling reason still prick at him through the haze of
desire. "And then we can go and you can do anything you want to me." He had no idea what
that would be, but it was bound to be amazing. This was Gabriel, after all.
"Fucker." Gabriel grabbed a handful of Rase's hair and yanked him in for a hard kiss. "I can't
fucking blow you with my seatbelt on."
Rase moaned as his lips were crushed against his teeth. "You're young and flexible," he said,
holding his ground. "You can manage."
"Fuck. Fine." Gabriel threw himself back into his seat and did up the seatbelt. He slouched
there like he'd been thrown, glaring at Rase. "Happy?"
Rase reached over and slid his hand between Gabriel's thighs, stroking up his erection.
"Yeah," he said thickly. He put the car in drive again, taking his hand away to do it, but once
they were moving with traffic once more, he did it again. Gabriel's hands slowed at undoing
his own tie and Gabriel moaned, spreading his legs more. "That better?" Rase asked as he
kept stroking.
Gabriel just whimpered and undid his pants, opening them up so that Rase could slide his
hand under the fabric without looking. At a stoplight, Rase looked over to see his hand
sliding up and down Gabriel's cock that was exposed for anyone to see. He was sure they
were breaking at least one law, and he didn't care. Gabriel was watching him, eyes wide, lips
parted. "Better," he whispered, nodding slightly. "Make me come."
Rase didn't question. He just kept his hand moving as he drove, rolling the palm over the
head of Gabriel's cock and making him moan. It was busy downtown, and traffic was heavy
but not too sluggish; it was the pedestrians that kept slowing things down. By the third
stoplight, Gabriel was panting hard and writhing, hands clenched on the sides of his seat.
Rase would have been painfully aware that anyone could look in and see them, but the rain
had started coming down hard so that the windows were awash in drops.
"Rase& " Gabriel hissed his name as traffic picked up again and Rase sped up. "Fuck. I never
let him fuck me," he whispered through clenched teeth. "I never let any of them. I never even
let them touch me."
Rase's hand was wet and slick with pre-come; the car smelled like sex. "I don't care," he said,
forcing his voice to stay steady. He palmed the head of Gabriel's cock and made himself
moan with the hard heat of it.
"Fuck." Gabriel whimpered and arched. "You don't& "
"This is now. You came to me tonight. Nothing else matters." That was the end of it. Rase
tightened his hand and was rewarded with a desperate noise from Gabriel and the scraping of
his feet on the floor mat.
When they didn't make the next light, Rase leaned over and sucked the head of Gabriel's cock
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