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crucifix glinting in his chest hair. I touched it.
“Shouldn't that burn me?”
“Maybe it only works if you believe in it.” His hand caressed my hip.
“I believe,” I protested.
When Peter's really turned on, his eyes go so dark blue they're almost
black. They were black just then. “Sure you do.”
“Shut up.” I leaned down and covered his mouth with my own. We kissed,
our tongues pressing against each other. He bit at my mouth, teasing, and I bit
back.
His hands slid beneath the elastic of my briefs and I helped him push
them off. Then he rolled, so he lay across me, his cock jabbing at my belly. Wet
trailing behind it.
I grabbed his tight little butt. “Peter?”
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“Yeah.” He rocked on his toes, sliding back and forth, a kind of stupid grin
on his face, eyelids half-shut. His cock bumped my balls on every other thrust
or so and all I had to do was arch my back a little and I could feel him catch
against my knob.
Then he got his head down, in my neck, and the frottage was in earnest.
He moaned my name. It sounded almost prayerful.
I knew every square inch of this man, every erotic zone, every bruise. My
fingers moved up his neck into the short hairs there and I knew this neck,
these hairs, better than my own.
“Peter,” I whispered.
“Gonna come,” he said, into his rhythm now. The furze of curling hair and
the wet hard flesh and his heat all rubbing up against me faster now until he
shuddered and came in little frantic jerks against my belly. Then it was slick
there and warm and smelled like spunk and I was gone too.
“Hey,” he said and I felt his lips against my cheek, his hand. “Hey, there,
what's this?”
“Nothing. Dust from the ceiling fell in my eyes.” I rolled out from under
him so I could wipe at the wet on my face with my arm. “God, I missed you,” I
whispered.
His hand on my shoulder. Peter knew better than to say anything, until I'd
regained a little self-control and could sit up, light a cigarette. Casual as hell as
if I hadn't just had a meltdown there. “How'd you know I'd be here?” I asked
him.
“I didn't. I've been all over town looking for you.”
There was something about the way he said that. “What?” I asked him.
He propped himself up on one elbow. “I talked to Alli.”
Okay, I hadn't expected that. He rolled off the mattress and went to his
coat, drawing out a letter-sized envelope and handing it to me. “I spoke to the
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ATF field agent in charge and he's agreed to relocate her to Toronto. New ID,
full recommendations to the liaison up there. He says he'll make sure she's set
up.”
You see? Look at him, he's a saint. Then look at me. Not so much a saint.
“Thanks, Peter.”
He shook his head. “She deserves it. Hell of an agent. She asked me to
give you this.” He handed me the envelope.
Now, me? I would have opened it and read it first. But I knew Peter well
enough to know he hadn't.
Alli and I are alike in a lot of ways. Her letter was brief and to the point.
Albert and I just couldn't make it. We had great fun trying, but sex isn't
everything. Not like you and Peter. You asshole. Why didn't you tell me?
I've decided to stick with men who still have a pulse. It's just simpler. You
ever find yourself in Toronto, you might want to cruise around the embassy and
see if a familiar hot brunette is there.
Don't fuck it up, Snake.
-A-
I folded the letter over and over. “You talked about me.”
“It's what we had in common,” said Peter. “Don't worry, we didn't say
anything nice.”
“Oh, thank God.”
“She did tender a little advice,” he said.
“Advice about me?” My mind started spinning, trying to recall anything I
might have said or done around Alli that would put that devious expression on
Peter's face. “You know, I'd never put it in an official report or anything, but
that woman is a psychopath, Peter. Who knows what goes through her head.
Once, she—”
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He grabbed my chin and shut me up by means of his tongue in my mouth.
When he released me he said, “You were saying?”
“I don't remember.”
His eyes were soft, sparkling, and two inches from mine. “Let's take all of
our clothes off this time.”
Later, he said, “You know what Alli said? That she'd always thought you
were a cold bastard until she saw the way you looked at me.”
God. The artificial blood was an adequate supplier of oxygen and when it
rushed to my face it made my head pound. “Women romanticize everything. I
was probably thinking about something else altogether.”
“Yeah, that's what I told her. 'Don't read too much into that meathead's
facial expressions,' I said.”
He laid his cheek on my chest, rubbing his face against me the way he
would sometimes before falling asleep. I combed his hair over and over with my
fingers.
“Peter?”
“Yeah, buddy?”
“Um, it's none of my business, but…how's Jonathan?”
He was quiet for a second. “Oh,” he said. “Jonathan.”
I can't tell you how it twisted inside me, but I managed to say, “He's not so
bad.”
“No. He isn't.” Peter pushed himself up and got hold of my chin with those
strong fingers and looked me dead in the eyes. “But he's not you.”
“I thought that was the point,” I protested.
“Adam?” A glare that made bad guys squirm. The effect on me was similar.
“Yeah?” I whispered.
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His mouth was warm and determined and knew exactly what it wanted. I
couldn't have resisted him if I'd tried.
But I didn't try.
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Glossary
¿ Hermano, que onda?—Brother, what's happening?
¿ Quién como es éste?—Who the hell is this?
Snake es muerto—Snake is dead.
Petiso de mierda—piece of shit
Usted me hizo mear—You scared the crap out of me
Pinche—Asshole
Mi usted hizo palo—You're making me hard.
No me importa dos cojones—I don’t give a rat’s ass.
¡El Demonio! La caminata muerta—Demon! The walking dead.
¿ O es usted un fantasma?—Or are you a ghost?
Mierda—Shit
Sí, cuate—Yes, buddy
Cojale—Fuck you.
Pero, sí, usted necesita culear—But yes, you need to get laid
Puta—Whore
Marcena—Faggot
Mi dios. Me maldicen al infierno—My God. I'm damned to Hell
Maldita puta—Damned whore
Parezco un grifo—I look like a junkie
Tetorras—Big breasts
Nalga de angel—Angel's butt
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Gandul—Lazy one
Diablo—Devil
Marcena del inferno—Faggot from he
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In Mexican mythology, vampires are female and rise from Hell to eat
babies in their cribs.
“What is truth?” Albert is quoting the bible, John 18:38
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A. M. Riley
A. M. Riley is a film editor and sometime poet, living and working in Los
Angeles, with an interest in paranormal, erotica, and anything that tests
established boundaries.
Find out more about the author by visiting http://www.amriley.net/.
Document Outline
About this Title
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-one
Chapter Twenty-two
Chapter Twenty-three
Chapter Twenty-four
Chapter Twenty-five
Chapter Twenty-six
Chapter Twenty-seven
Glossary
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