Diablo Blanco Club 2, Under Control by Qwillia Rain Page B

something for dinner while you finish drying off; then we‟ll talk.”
    Ben didn‟t bother replying. He released a heavy, drawn-out sigh and stomped up the walk to wrench open the screen and front doors.
    Taking a deep breath, Vance rolled his shoulders to try to release the tension gathering there. He really did not want to ruin what he had starting with Ben. And he feared telling him about Aimee would surely destroy it.
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    You promised , she whispered in his ear. The soft gust of wind carried the scent of lavender from somewhere, heightening Vance‟s feeling that Aimee stood beside him with her soft hand on his back as he faced the empty, open door.
    “I know, Aimee,” Vance sighed.
    Ben slapped the screen door wide open. “Haul your ass in here, Justiss,” he ordered before turning and letting the door smack the frame once again.
    Inside the house, Vance leaned down to untie and slide off his dress shoes. Taking his time, he tucked in the laces and set them beside the door. By the time he made it into the kitchen, Vance knew he wasn‟t going to give Ben the information he wanted. His nerves were too raw from the images singing through his head—frightening thoughts of Ben turning his back on him, walking away with his face twisted with disgust—had his need for food dissipating, replaced by the hunger to have his lover close.
    As his desire built and his cock swelled in his slacks, he watched Ben move to the refrigerator, pull open the door, and lean down to scan the contents. “I think I‟ve got some leftover lasagna.”
    “Maybe later.” Vance stripped off his T-shirt, dropping it over a ladder-back chair at the table.
    “You just said…”
    As Ben turned to face him, the door of the refrigerator swung closed and Vance crowded him against the counter. He didn‟t give Ben time to react, just pulled his head down and captured his lips in a deep kiss. He grinned at the taste of peppermint. Ben‟s habit of brushing his teeth in the shower had always amused him, but now it was just another reason to make his hard-on even harder.
    Ben pulled away. “Damn it, Vance—”
    “No.” The fingers of Vance‟s right hand gripped the back of Ben‟s neck as his left moved the zipper of his jeans down. “I‟m sorry.” Again, Vance pulled Ben‟s mouth to his. This time his lips were soft as they smoothed over the other man‟s. “I didn‟t mean to scare you,” he breathed against Ben‟s lips. Sipping at the moisture from his previous Diablo Blanco Club: Under Control
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    kiss, Vance eased his tongue inside this time, seducing Ben‟s teeth to unclench and let him delve farther into the moist cave of his mouth.
    While his lips seduced, his fingers cupped the thickening length of Ben‟s cock, stroking the smooth skin of his shaft before easing it free of the denim casing. Vance hummed his appreciation at the feel of his lover‟s need. The fact that it matched his own made Vance‟s body pulse with satisfaction. Even better, the grip of Ben‟s hands had moved from Vance‟s shoulders, where he‟d been trying to push Vance away, to his waist. He pulled Vance closer, eliminating any distance between their bodies.
    As Vance eased back, his hands dropped to the loosened jeans.
    Ben shook his head. “This isn‟t answering my questions, V.”
    “But it is, Ben,” Vance assured him as he lowered to his knees and helped Ben step free of the damp denim. His gaze slid over Ben‟s legs, lingered on the jut of his arousal before continuing upward to meet his lover‟s smoky gaze. His hands followed his gaze, smoothing over Ben‟s hair-roughened limbs, enjoying the flex of muscle beneath his touch. “I‟ve been dying for another taste of you since I slipped out of bed this morning.”
    He willed Ben to understand not to ask for more.
    Not yet.
    The gray of his lover‟s eyes grew dark, and Ben dipped his head in a brusque acknowledgment. “That doesn‟t excuse you ignoring my messages.”
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