Doubly worse?
The way I pictured it was kind of hot. The idea of Erik’s compact, strong body moving Declan’s bigger body around and taking charge to bring him pleasure?
I sat down with a bump, causing the chair to scrape back an inch with a screech. I cleared my throat and pulled at the front of my coat, making sure it covered my lap. Because this semi was entirely inappropriate. And very confusing.
Chapter 6
Declan
Idon’t know what I’d been thinking. I began to sweat as I got out of the car and found my balance. This was a date, wasn’t it? I’d bought Sonny on a date to the lake.
We’d been friends forever and I had risked that by bringing himon a dateso he would know that I liked him and wanted to be with him forever.
Sonny bounded round the car to stand beside me. Even wrapped up in all his layers, he still managed to radiate excitement so strongly that I could feel it from a foot away. I swear he warmed me up just by looking so happy and excited.
Although, speaking of being warm…
“Sonny, where’s your scarf?”
His hand flew to his bare neck to touch it, as though checking he really didn’t have it on.
“Oh yeah. I don’t know. I guess I forgot it?”
I’d known he would. He always did, and the only reason he’d never caught pneumonia before was that I’d always been aroundto lend him one of mine, which I kept in my car specifically for him. I didn’t have a spare, though. This wasn’t my car. Mine had been completely written off for scrap.
Sonny shrugged. “I’ll be okay.”
I reached up to unwind my own scarf from around my neck, saying, “Here, you can wear mine,” but Sonny reached out his hands to stop me.
The moment he touched my hands, I froze. Even though the air was chilly, biting at my exposed skin, the simmer of warmth in my belly was growing hotter and hotter at his closeness. Damn, I’d forgotten just how beautiful Sonny was. The warm tones of his red jacket suited him, and I couldn’t think what to say.
My concentration was broken suddenly by a familiar voice behind me. Erik.
“Evening, Declan. Sonny.”
Sonny and I broke apart as though we’d been caught doing something we shouldn’t be, and I couldn’t tell which of us was more startled.
Sonny said, “Erik?”
Erik smiled and held out his hand for Sonny to shake. I watched their hands touch and was it me or was there something weirdly erotic about that? Their hands clasping together right in front of me, touching, looking so delicate and dexterous.
I cleared my throat and Erik said, “It’s good to see you again. Are you here to skate?”
“Um,” said Sonny. I’d been arguing with him all the way here as he insisted that he didn’t need to skate but I knew he loved it and wanted to have a go.
I took his hesitation as my opportunity.
“Sonny loves skating,” I told Erik. Again. But Sonny didn’t need to know that.
Erik held up a pair of skates. “Me too. I’m not very good yet. I’m still learning. Want to join me for a while? I could use someone to hold onto until I get my balance.”
Wow, Erik was making this sound so natural. I stared at him, wondering whether he really meant that or not. It was impossible to tell, with the way Erik smiled at us both, looking for all the world like he’d just happened to come across us here in the car park.
If Sonny thought it was an unlikely coincidence, he didn’t mention it. Instead, he stuttered, “Y-yeah, sure, I can hold onto you.”
He ducked his head and fussed with his sleeves for a minute and I wondered whether he was blushing or whether the cold wind was making his cheeks rosy.
Before we moved off, Erik unwound his scarf from his neck. It was a rich red colour that somehow made his plump little lips look more red and ripe than ever. I stared at those lips, and saw Erik’s mouth move to form words.
