There were easier ways to get off, Gavin thought, watching Derrick work. Cheaper, too.
After all, Gavin didn’t imagine a phone sex or live webcam sex show would cost as much per hour as Derrick billed for labor.
But then, a phone sex operator wouldn’t fill out a simple pair of well-washed jeans the way Derrick did. A webcam sex operator wouldn’t push his hair back behind his ear with such an artless lack of awareness of his own appeal.
That was, perhaps, the thing that made it all worth the money. None of it was a show. None of it was a put-on. Those ass-hugging jeans weren’t bought because they looked good. They were bought because they were sturdy, comfortable and on sale. He didn’t push his hair back for effect, he did it because it was kept falling in his eyes as he tried to focus on his task.
Gavin tried to turn back to the work he’d brought home, and failed miserably at keeping his mind off the man working behind him.
His unaffected nature was only part of Derrick's appeal, he thought, glancing over his shoulder again as Derrick dug in his toolkit, his jeans pulling tight across his firm ass. The other part was the contradictions he posed.
The gray jersey of his t-shirt had creases from being ironed. He triple-checked each step of his work for accuracy. He put each tool back in his toolkit with neat precision from exactly the spot he’d taken it out.
Everything about the way he dressed and worked pegged him as exacting and orderly. And yet his chestnut hair hung loose, unruly enough to fall in his face each time Derrick ducked his head.
Why? Gavin would expect a guy as fastidious as Derrick to sport a crew cut or something equally appalling.
Instead, he had the sort of hair that would brush a man’s thighs while Derrick sucked him off.
It would be perfect for gathering in his hand, clenching in his fist as he guided Derrick’s head up and down.
Stop. Just stop. Now.
Gavin shifted in his chair and Derrick quickly turned his head, as if realizing that he was being watched. Unwilling to let Derrick see the erection that had just begun firming up in his suit pants, Gavin spun back to the work on his desk.
Too late, Gavin thought, hunched over his laptop and cursing himself for being caught staring at the handyman. After a moment, he heard Derrick return to work.
When he glanced back once more, the skin of Derrick’s neck where his hair parted to expose it was a ruddy hue.
God help him, Gavin thought, wishing Derrick would turn around again so he could see the way the blush suffused his face and brightened his stormy green eyes. He wanted to see those eyes widen as he began to realize just what it was he was unwittingly doing to Gavin. He wanted to be the one to tell Derrick just how gorgeous he was, and to watch Derrick’s face transform from bashful disbelief to melting acceptance as he began to believe it.
Now he understood just what drove men to spend their life savings on a phone sex line, or a web cam show, Gavin thought, deleting an error from the screen before him.
He was already planning what he’d break next.
Gavin and Derrick have a much longer story--aren't you just itching to read it? These guys are from Amelia's first book, Inertia, which is now available from Amazon and Smashwords, and is in my TBR pile.
By the age of 21, down-to-earth Detroit handyman Derrick Chance had lost everyone he'd ever loved. Too worn-out and wounded to play the dating game, he wrote off the possibility of relationships, or even just sex. Living alone in the old house his grandparents had left him, with only his dog and a few close friends for companionship, he refused to consider himself lonely, or let himself wonder what he might be missing. He knew who he was and where he was headed. His life was comfortable, organized, predictable, and best of all, risk-free. He was content.
Until the day he installed some shelves for accountant Gavin Hayes. A contradictory combination of confidence and uncertainty, Gavin’s shameless flirtations drew him in with an intensity Derrick had never known he longed for. As undeniable as the force of gravity, he abandoned ten years of self-imposed solitude and found himself falling rapidly for Gavin in defiance of all his usual slow and methodical ways.
But Gavin carried wounds of his own. Fresh from an emotionally abusive relationship that ended with a potentially dangerous betrayal, his future was far from certain. Derrick would have to decide if his rediscovered passion was worth taking the chance of another loss.
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