Dirty Laundry: A Tucker Springs Novel #3

go again.
    That was all there was to the world, Adam holding still beneath Denver’s hand as Denver plunged in and out of Adam’s body. At some point, he went deep enough to scrape Adam’s prostate after all, but even then Adam didn’t move, only moaned and gasped and held absolutely still while his cowboy used him. Denver took his time, thrusting, rolling his hips, slapping at Adam’s ass, squeezing it so hard Adam cried out.
    Adam never wanted it to end.
    Denver took Adam’s cock in his hand and stroked it in time to his own thrusts, urging Adam toward his release. Adam did as he was told, following that electric feel, letting Denver send him there, tipping himself over the edge when Denver told him to. Spending against the clothes beneath him, he lay still and shuddering with aftershocks as Denver pulled out. Head tilted to stare dreamily at the wall, he felt Denver fumble behind him with the condom before shooting all over Adam.
    He lay there, ass bare and sore, glasses dangling from one ear, shirt covered in spunk, as Denver’s belt buckle clinked. He kept still as Denver’s footfalls moved around the table to the bathroom and back again. He didn’t move even when a damp, warm washcloth—bless you, laundry—moved over his backside and between his legs, cleaning him up.
    When Denver pulled him back to his feet and straightened his glasses, however, he faltered. Not just because his legs didn’t seem to want to bear him up, but because as Denver tugged Adam’s pants back into place, the real world came back with them. Adam realized what he had just done, how he had behaved. What he had let a stranger do to him. How much he had exposed himself in ways that had nothing at all to do with being fucked in public, how far he had strayed from safe with Denver. He thought about how much he had wanted this—all of it, kinky sex, danger, everything—and how long he had wanted it.
    This was what Brad saw. This was why he rejected you. This was why you had to go.
    “Hands up,” Denver murmured, and like a child, Adam lifted his arms, letting Denver strip the semen-stained shirt off his body, pulling the neck wide to keep his glasses from getting smudged—well, worse than they already were. When Denver came back with his Ten Reasons T-shirt, Adam lifted his hands without being told and let himself be dressed.
    When Denver looked down at him, searching Adam’s face, Adam stared back up at him, unable to do anything but silently beg Denver not to let this be the end of their encounter.
    Denver stared at Adam a long, long time. Eventually, he nodded at the table full of mangled, semen-soaked clothes. “You messed up my laundry, boy.”
    There was a sharpness, an edge to Denver’s tone that tempted Adam to be afraid. He wouldn’t let himself take the bait. “I’m sorry.” Adam dipped his head. “I’ll wash them for you again if you’d like.”
    “I’m out of quarters.” He caught Adam’s chin and lifted it. Adam met his eyes, heart pounding, but still didn’t let fear get a grip.
    “Yes, sir.” He wasn’t even sure what he was agreeing to, he just knew he’d agree with whatever Denver said.
    Denver let go of Adam’s chin and ruffled his hair. When he started to gather his semen-stained clothes into an empty basket, Adam realized his cowboy planned to leave without so much as an exchange of phone numbers.
    He also realized there was no way he could let that happen.
    “Wait.” Adam put his hand over the top of the basket, screwing up his courage and looking Denver in the eye. “I still have quarters. I want to wash your dirty laundry for you.”
    Denver frowned at the dirty clothes. “I gotta get to work, so I can’t stay.”
    Get to work? Adam glanced at the clock on the wall, which read 9:30. “Where do you work?”
    “Lights Out.”
    A gay bar, the local one instead of the college club scenes. The one Adam hadn’t ever been to because he didn’t do bars without the rest of the Bug Boys as backup, and they didn’t do gay bars. A trill of anxiety tried to take root, but Adam was too eager to meet Denver again to heed it. He’d moved out, hadn’t he? Surely he could go to a bar alone as well. “I can finish them for you and get them to you later. When you get off work, maybe.”
    Denver looked amused. “I get off at 2:30 in the morning.”
    Something in his tone made Adam swallow his offer to arrive after closing. He tried to hang on to his bravado, but it wasn’t something he was