Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 10

"Super work, that girl. She's hot too, if you're into that. You're not into that, are you?"
    "What?" I didn't like sounding like a broken record, but between Sam's odd behavior earlier, and this amazing creature standing in front of me, I was certain my brain had completely melted. Maybe Sam was right. I needed to get laid in a bad way if I couldn't tell this guy off for his role in Sam's latest fuck up of a practical joke.
    "Girl parts? For or against?" He smiled, and it lit up the dim room. I suspected he knew the answer.
    I blinked at him as if attempting to dispel a mirage before sipping sand. "I have nothing against girls, but I'd rather not touch their, uh, girl parts."
    His laugh went straight to my balls and then shot through my cock. Again, as if reading my mind, his gaze dropped to my crotch. I held my breath, awaiting judgment. The left corner of his lips curled up. Amused? That couldn't be good. Could it? Fuck. Focus, Jason. He's in on Sam's sick joke. Don't play along.
    "Who the fuck are you? How do you know Sam? What in hell is going on here? Why do you have my fucking key?" He held up a hand, and I immediately stopped. Fuck me, I'm in trouble.
    He turned on a lamp beside the sofa. Not much light, but I couldn't complain since I couldn't even do that much. "I'm your birthday present." He smiled then, and it was part playful and part predatory. Even untied, I'd feel like the rabbit staring down the starving coyote, and I'd eagerly await his bite.
    "It's not my birthday." What else could I say? Sam bought me a whore, why? Because I was reading that book? I'd thought he'd finally given up giving me shit about reading it. Hell, everyone was (reading it, not giving me shit), and I had been curious why since the girls at work wouldn't tell me many details. So what if I'd started jacking off after one particularly heated chapter. There were girl parts in the story, and yet that damn scene had gotten me so fucking hard I had to have relief.
    And then Sam had walked in, looking for a bottle opener of all things.
    "Oh, good, I don't get along with water signs."
    I frowned, but he waved away my reaction. "I don't really believe in that stuff, but it has been a heck of a coincidence. I've been avoiding the Pisces altogether after my last boyfriend. Ugh, as if I could even call him that. What a jerk." He shook his head, and then gave me that cock-eyed smile again. "Or what an asshole, as you'd say. Do you always swear so much, or is it because you don't like birthday surprises?"
    "I told you. It's not my birthday."
    "Tomato, to mah to."
    "Since you're a birthday present, I don't suppose you'll untie me if I tell you that's all I need?"
    "Oh, sweetie, no."
    I raised an eyebrow.
    "Too much?" He laughed. It was musical and pushed all thoughts out of my head, including his question.
    He gave my shoulder a little shove. "Answer me, sweetie ."
    I winced, but I nodded.
    "Oh, sweetie, are you sore? I know I was a little late, I know, but I didn't think I was that late." He rubbed my shoulder, his hand electric over my skin. I stifled a little moan as he worked the protesting muscle. "Yes, you are. You poor, poor thing. I made you wait too long."
    He moved his other hand to my other shoulder. At first I was torn between accepting relief or trying to shrug him off. He was a part of my discomfort, even if Sam planned it. Whatever "it" was. Against my will, my eyes drifted shut and my mouth fell open. He had small hands, but they were strong. He melted away the stress of being frozen in place with firm and talented fingers. I forgot my anger, and soon a moan escaped my throat.
    "That's better," he whispered. He kept working my shoulders, but then I felt a weight on my thighs and the chair creaked. My eyes snapped open as he slid onto my lap, straddling my hips. Because my ankles were bound to the legs of the chair, spreading my knees wide, he had to sit high on my thighs, against my hips, against my not-quite-erection that immediately headed for full on boner with him straddling me so intimately.
    "What are you doing?" I'd meant it to sound angry and demanding, but the words whispered over my lips as my gaze drank in his mouth, his chin, his long, lickable neck, and the gentle curve of his nicely defined pecs. No, no girl parts for me, not when I could enjoy a chest like his. Smooth skin, no hair, and dark, hard nipples begging to be sucked and licked and pinched. Yeah, no way I was hiding a damn thing, so I decided to enjoy