“Are you all deaf?” Macon hated that his voice had risen at least two octaves, but panic had taken him in its icy grip. “I’m not opening a store. I’m not leasing this place. I’m not hiring employees. I’m sure as hell not dealing with customers as they stare at the freak who tried to kill himself.” By the time he was done, Macon was screaming as loud as his voice would carry, completely oblivious to the drop dead gorgeous man who just walked in with Kaden
As his friends stood there staring at him with their mouths wide open in shock, Macon finally noticed Kaden and the dark haired man next to him. Heat flared within him as his gaze roved over the older man with bulging muscles and slightly crooked smile.
The man had an air of authority that he wore like a second skin. It dominated the room, making it impossible for Macon to breathe. That this man had seen his hysterics only made things that much worse. For a moment, Macon was sure he was going to pass out and make a bigger fool of himself.
The urge to obey the silent command to get into position that he could see in the older man’s eyes was overwhelming in its intensity. His knees weakened, threatening to give way completely until he was where he belonged, on his knees waiting for this man’s orders.
Piercing eyes seemed to bore right into him, staring deep into Macon’s bleak soul that was as dark as the man’s skin. He was helpless to look away, drowning in the power the man emanated over him. He was everything Macon had dreamed of. Closely cut hair with the barest hint of stubble on the man’s face, eyes that appeared to see everything and a lush mouth with tiny lines around it indicating the man smiled often.
That had been the one thing Macon had hated about Peter. The man never smiled except when beating Macon black and blue.
All the air in the room was suddenly not enough for Macon as he realized what he’d been doing. Just yesterday he’d promised himself to not get involved with another Dom, and this man screamed Dom from the top of his head straight down to his toes.
That this guy was older than Macon, just as Peter had been, only made it worse. Hadn’t he learned his lesson?
Unable to continue to stand there, risking giving into his desire to beg this man to give him what he wanted, Macon raced past him and pushed out the door. If he had to, he’d walk home. No matter how he got there, he was going to barricade himself in the house, ensuring he never met the man with Kaden again.
Rushing down the sidewalk, Macon didn’t pause in his flight to get as far from temptation as possible. The similarities to Peter were too much for Macon to ignore. They were both large older men. Okay, sure, Peter’s size was mostly fat where the stranger was muscle. And maybe, if they stood side by side, Peter would be several inches shorter, but they were both older and a Dom. Or, at least, Peter tried to pretend that was what he was.
Truthfully, Peter had more similarities to a bully than an actual Dom. Then again, for all he knew, so was the man with Kaden. Except...everything about the guy screamed Dom. It was doubtful that man had to pretend when it came to BDSM.
Macon shook the thoughts that were trying to convince him the stranger was nothing like Peter. It didn’t matter. Even if he was willing to take a chance and trust Kaden’s friend, he doubted the man would want him.
Clasping his hands in front of him, Macon hid the scars beneath his fingers. It was time to face facts. No one wanted damaged goods. Not even the stranger who wore a look of hunger in his dark eyes that threatened to devour Macon.
A shiver raced down Macon’s spine at that thought. Disgusted with himself for practically drooling at the man’s feet after nothing more than a look, Macon mentally slapped himself.
He was pathetic. Not for the first time since waking up in the hospital with his wrists wrapped in gauze, Macon wished Vail hadn’t found him so quickly.
Raw hunger devoured him as Tyge’s gaze blazed a trail that burned him to the core as it traveled up and down his body.
He was afraid to move, even to breathe, in fear of it all disappearing. Tyge looked at him like he was all he’d ever wanted. And, now that he was there Macon was ready to give in to the desires that had plagued him since meeting Tyge. Damn the consequences.
It was time to do what he promised himself he would do when talking with Dr. Rothburn. Live his life. As hard as he had tried to deny it, Macon wanted Tyge with a fierceness that bordered on obsession. It might be a mistake. He might get his heart broken, but it would be worth it for a night in this man’s arms.
Decision made, Macon did the bravest thing he’d ever done in his life, he took a step toward Tyge. That was all he needed to do, for that one movement seemed to propel Tyge into motion.
Tyge’s long graceful strides had him right in front of Macon in just three steps. His hands were taken in Tyge’s and pulled behind his back to be transferred in one large hand. Macon couldn’t have stopped the needy moan that fell from his lips as he tugged at his arms to find them held firmly.
Dark eyes turned even darker, until they appeared black as night, as Tyge stared down at him. Everything within him stilled as he watched Tyge’s head descend. The softest lips Macon had ever known touched his in a barely there kiss.
That dark gaze continued to bore into his as Tyge feathered kisses across Macon’s mouth. It wasn’t enough and too much all at the same time. The sweetness of the act was undoing all of Macon’s resolve to keep himself from falling too much for this man who somehow had the power to hurt him more than anyone else ever had.
Desperate for the kiss to deepen, Macon heard himself whimper as he tried to push closer. But Tyge held him firmly, refusing to let Macon set the pace.
Unable to hold Tyge’s gaze any longer, Macon closed his eyes, hoping to hide from those eyes that seemed to stare right into his soul. A growl rumbling deep within Tyge’s chest caused Macon’s eyelids to fly open once more.
That stare was still on him, demanding he continue keeping his eyes open. It was unnerving how much Macon felt himself fall deeper into Tyge’s gaze. It was as if Tyge held him under a spell, one that he found himself insanely willing to dive into.
Satisfaction suddenly filled those dark orbs as Macon gave himself completely over to Tyge. In the next heartbeat, those barely there kisses deepened. Tyge traced a path along Macon’s lips with his tongue and teeth as if he had all the time in the world.
It wasn’t until Tyge had tasted every inch of his lips several times that he pushed into Macon’s mouth. Their tongues touched, sliding together in a sensual dance that had Macon’s legs weakening. Just when he thought he’d end up falling to the floor, Tyge’s other arm wrapped around his waist, holding him securely against his chiseled body. A body Macon wanted to explore, but couldn’t with his hands still trapped in Tyge’s.
Then, his feet left the floor as he was pulled tighter into Tyge’s arms. Macon didn’t hesitate to wrap his legs around Tyge’s waist as he was carried through a door that led from the living area to the bedroom. Devastated to feel those magical lips leave his, Macon whimpered for Tyge to return to kissing him.
That sexy growl from earlier rumbled once more, vibrating along Macon’s body. “I’m sorry,” Tyge bit out just as his lips slammed back onto his.
Macon had no idea what Tyge was sorry about, nor did he care, not if it meant being kissed stupid by the man. Clearly the few men he’d kissed in the past had been doing it wrong. It was like Macon had stuck his tongue in electrical outlet as electricity flowed through his body. Every cell felt charged with enough energy to light up the entire town.
Fabric was torn but Macon was too far gone to care. The cool air of the hotel room hit his overheated skin. He shivered, but not from the cold as much as from the strength Tyge had to have to rip the material from his body with one hand.
At least now he knew why Tyge had apologized. Not that he had cared. He made clothes for a living. Replacing the outfit would be easy. If it meant getting naked faster, Macon would recommend it every damn time.
Wiggling, he rubbed his aching cock against the six pack he could feel under Tyge’s shirt. He moaned into the kiss. The sharp sting of Tyge’s hand against his backside only inflamed Macon to rub harder.