Desperate Lovers Adam Carpenter (the reading list book txt) 📖

John have something similar in mind, drawing Marc inside Number Two as a way to cause trouble between him and Rich? As forgiving as Marc had been with Rich’s…diversions, he didn’t think for one minute that Rich would stand for his own lover to be a cheater. A double standard, yes, but was Marc willing to take such a risk?

He was here, though, wasn’t he? What did that mean?

The double shot of vodka he’d knocked back before leaving hadn’t really settled his nerves.

Scanning the inside of Number Two, Marc noticed sheets covering the furniture, ladders situated in both the living room and hallway, fresh cans of paint waiting to be opened, stirred, and brushed on walls in desperate need of a fresh coat. Whatever Parker’s true intentions were, they clearly included making Number Two livable again. Marc stole another look at walls stained brown and had to wonder: what really happened years ago, and why was the Saunders family denying Parker St.

John as one of theirs.

Just then Marc heard a distinct sound, the scraping of a chair against floorboards.

It came from upstairs.

“Hello?” he called out.

There was no reply, and for a second Marc contemplated leaving.

But he closed the front door and moved forward toward the staircase. He placed a foot on the bottom step, then took another step, the winding staircase nearly pulling him up. He paused, gave a listen.

“Parker?”

Still, no answer.

Chills ripped through Marc, up his spine and down to his toes.

Something wasn’t right. He retreated to the front door, his hand on the doorknob. But then he heard that scraping sound again from upstairs. This time Marc was determined to find out what was going on; no more wimpy behavior, take charge, see what game Parker is playing. Taking the steps two at a time, Marc reached the second level of the old Victorian, his footstep so light, barely a creak sounded.

He padded down the long hallway, finally coming to a halt outside the door to what he imagined was the master bedroom. The door was closed. He turned the knob, pushed open the door cautiously, and then peered inside.

“Jesus Christ…Parker!”

The man was on the bed, completely naked, his hands tied to the bedposts. A gag was stuffed in his mouth. Only his legs were loose, and one of them was resting against a wooden chair that had been pushed up to the bed; no doubt, this was the scraping sound Marc had heard. Marc stared at the sight before, not sure what to think, what to do. Was this part of the act, an S&M game that Parker had envisioned them playing out? Or had something more sinister occurred inside this home? A sex-game gone bad, or worse…a robbery?

Marc rushed over to Parker, removed the gag.

“You okay?”

“Someone came by…I thought it was you…playing a game.”

“Me? What kind of game…Parker, how did you end up tied to the bed?”

“I was waiting upstairs for you…on the bed. I heard someone enter the house—I left the door open, so you could just let yourself in. But then the person, whoever he was, came up the stairs and stood in the doorframe. He was wearing a hood, I couldn’t see his face at all. I didn’t say your name, I wasn’t sure if it was you…or someone else, and besides, if it wasn’t you, no one needed to know that I was expecting you.”

“What did this person do?”

“He pulled a gun,” Parker said, his chest heaving with anxiety.

“A gun? On Eldon Court…what the hell is happening here?”

“Can you help me…you know, untie me?”

Marc swallowed a bit of amusement, realizing how, despite the inherent danger Parker had just lived though, there was something really hot about this situation. A gorgeous, naked man tied to a bed that had been getting ready for a big old fuck session. Now, with Parker’s flaccid penis and Marc’s apprehension, sex was decidedly out of the question. Marc sat down on the bed and tried to calm Parker down. He reached over, undid the first of the ropes and freed Parker’s wrist from the bedpost. He repeated the process, and suddenly Parker was free of his constraints. They stared at each other, at what might have been. Marc found himself staring at the man’s body, at the thick cock between his legs and the coating of hair on his body, from his legs and arms to his hearty chest. Marc wondered again what it would feel like to have this man screwing him.

Their eyes found each other, and Marc knew Parker was thinking the same thing, what it would be like to fuck him.

But then, as though the wind had swept through an open window, the moment of sexual desire was gone.

“Thanks, really,” Parker said in an effort to break the tension,

“I…I don’t know what I would have done. I mean, what if you had

changed your mind about coming here? I could have been tied up overnight, longer…”

“I almost didn’t. I mean, I came here, but only to tell you that I couldn’t. I can’t cheat on Rich. No matter what he’s done to me, I can’t be like that. Like him.”

“Rich is lucky then,” Parker said.

Marc was silent as he looked away from the sexy body splayed out before him. A tear escaped from his eye, dripped down his cheek.

Parker sat up, his arms reaching out to massage Marc’s shoulders. Deep heated sensations rippled through his body. This guy’s touch was electric; his hands strong and powerful, wiry hairs coating them. Marc, not able to help himself, felt his cock stiffen inside his shorts. He moved away from the edge of the bed, Parker’s hands landing in the empty space between them.

“I’m sorry…”

Marc waved it off; he was all business now. “What did this armed assailant want?’

“What do you mean?”

“A man comes into your house, pulls a gun on you, and ties you up. What did he take? Money, electronics, credit cards…what?”

“No, nothing like that. He just wanted information.”

“What kind?”

Parker looked away, uncertain whether to continue or not. But

Marc was having none