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by Lane, Shawn;

  “What? He dated your brother?”

  Calvin smiled and shook his head. “Of course not. Barnaby wouldn’t do that. Besides he was too young to be dating that idiot. But his interest in my brother made it clear we weren’t compatible.”

  “How about you and the bisexual guy that took you to the bar? Did you ever have sex with him?”

  He snorted. “He wished. He kept trying for a while even after the bar incident, but I kicked him to the curb.”

  Matt reached out and grabbed his hand. “I admit I’m afraid you’ll do the same to me.”

  Calvin raised an eyebrow. “Are you an asshole?”

  Matt grinned. “Yeah, sometimes. I sometimes act really rash and stupid. Like when I moved here with my boyfriend. I knew things weren’t working for us, you know? The sex wasn’t great, we barely talked, and not only could I not see us together forever, I couldn’t even see us together for another year.”

  “So why did you move?”

  “I don’t know. Change of scenery? Thought it might help for a while, but right after we moved I knew there was just no way I could make a commitment to be only with him.”

  He pursed his lips and tugged on his hand. Matt was definitely touchy-feely. “You’re commitment shy?”

  “Yeah, maybe.” Matt shrugged. “Who knows with the right guy? Any others?”

  “What?”

  “Lovers.”

  Calvin nodded. “There was one other. Right after I started my residency there was this older doctor. Kind of like a mentor.”

  Matt frowned. “How much older?”

  He felt himself blush. “A lot older. He was twenty-five years older actually.” He cleared his throat. “Anyway, we became pretty friendly and one thing led to another and we had sex. A few times.”

  “And what happened with him?”

  “As it happens I found out he was married and had children.” Calvin grimaced, remembering the whole sordid mess. “I broke it off as soon as I learned. He pursued things a bit after that, but he finally got a clue and left me alone.”

  “Wow. Who knew your life had soap opera antics?”

  “Hardly. The whole thing was a terrible mistake and an ordeal.” He leaned against the counter and crossed his arms. “Actually I vowed then to never get involved with anyone from the hospital again.”

  “Lucky for me you’re breaking your vow.”

  “Hmm, well, about that—”

  “Oh, hell, no, Lassiter. You aren’t going to pull that.” Matt pulled him into his arms. “Wasn’t the sex fantastic?”

  “Yes.”

  “I’m not married and neither are you. Neither of us have a boyfriend. I really, really like you and, despite your protests otherwise, I think maybe you like me, too, so there is absolutely no reason in hell to stop seeing each other.”

  Calvin opened his mouth to protest, especially the part about liking Matt, but his words were stopped by Matt’s crushing kiss. Matt’s warm fingers brushed along his stomach just above the waistband of his pajama bottoms.

  The slam of a car door had him freezing and then hastily pushing Matt away. That sounded like it came from just outside his house. Frowning, he left the kitchen and went to the living room window to peer out.

  “Who is it?” Matt asked coming up behind him.

  “Oh, God, it’s my grandmother.” He recognized her curly white head as she bent down to scoop up his newspaper from the front lawn. At the curb was her brand new, red Smart Car. “Get dressed, quick.”

  Matt patted his arm. “Calm down, Calvin. It’ll be okay.” He tugged him down the hallway toward the bedroom. Matt picked up his clothes from the previous night.

  He went to his closet and pulled out a pair of khaki casual pants and a brown polo shirt. Then he went to his dresser for underwear and dressed quickly. The doorbell rang a couple of times and he hurried to the door.

  Calvin swallowed, ran his fingers through his messy blond hair, and opened the door with what he hoped was a welcoming smile. “Hi, Grandma.”

  “Good morning, honey,” his five-foot-one inch grandmother said, pulling him into a tight embrace.

  He returned her hug and ushered her quickly inside. “I didn’t expect you.”

  She smiled. “I know, I’m sorry. I should have called you last night, but I couldn’t remember your schedule. I had a doctor’s appointment right down the street and I just had to come by. I was going to use the cell phone you and Barnaby bought me for Christmas but it seems to be dead.”

  “You have to keep it charged,” he reminded her.

  She waved. “Yes, yes. The iPod needs charging, too. Anyway, I decided to come by and see if you were home and I saw you had a visitor so figured you were.” She looked beyond him to Matt standing in the hallway doorway. “You must be the visitor.”

  “Um, yeah.” Calvin said feeling his cheeks heat. “This is—is—”

  “Matt,” the other man supplied and held out his hand to his grandmother. “Nice to meet you, ma’am.”

  “Kay Lassiter,” she replied with a wide, warm smile. “What’s your last name, Matt?”

  “Walton.”

  “Like John Boy?” she teased.

  Matt laughed. “Yes, ma’am.”

  “You can call me Kay. Well, boys, have you had breakfast yet?”

  “No, we were about to.”

  “Excellent, I’m starved.”

  * * * *

  “I don’t know why but I thought Lassiter was Calvin’s father’s name,” Matt said to Kay as they washed breakfast dishes at the sink. Calvin was in the other room making follow-up calls related to patients he’d seen in the emergency room.

  “How much has he told you?”

  “Everything, I think. I know what his father did to his mother and to him.”

  Kay nodded. “I felt, considering everything, the boys were better off using their mother’s last name. We don’t like to associate ourselves with their father.”

  “Makes perfect sense.”

  She rinsed off a dish and handed it to him to dry. “How long have you known my Calvin?”

  “Not that long. I’m a nurse at the hospital. To be honest, I probably come on pretty strong, but I really like your grandson.”

  “Well, I’m not surprised by that. Calvin is a very likeable man. He’s very serious though and I have to confess I didn’t think you were exactly his type.”

  Matt grinned, taking no offense. “I doubt I am, too. But, well, if I have it my way, I’m going to change his type.”

  She laughed. “Good for you. He could use a little shaking up.” Handing him the last dish, she drained the sink. “My boys are more important to me than anything in the world.”

  “They’re very lucky to have you.”

  Calvin came in. “Well, that’s all done.”

  “And you missed doing the dishes, too,” his grandmother declared. “Reminds me of when you always managed to have something you just had to do when it was time for chores.”

  Calvin blushed. “Grandma, really.”

  Matt chuckled. “Listen, I’ve got some errands to do at home, so I should be going. Kay, it was really nice to meet you.”

  “You, too, Matt. I hope to see you again soon.” She smiled. “I’m hoping to convince Calvin to go shopping with me.”

  Calvin grimaced. “Swell. I’ll walk you out,” he said, taking hold of Matt’s elbow.

  Matt waited until they were outside before he spoke. “I like your grandmother, Calvin. She’s pretty cool.”

  “Thanks, I think she liked you, too.”

  “When do you have to go back to the hospital?”

  “Tomorrow morning. I’m on at seven.”

  Matt opened his car door. “I don’t have to be back until the day after tomorrow for the night shift. Think maybe you’d like to come to my apartment tonight? After shopping with your grandmother, of course. I’d love to fix you dinner.”

  A smile curved those amazing lips. “You cook?”

  “I try to
anyway. You can be the judge. If you’ll come?” Matt asked hopefully.

  “Okay. I’ll need your address.”

  Matt grinned, leaned into his car, and took out a pen and paper. He quickly wrote the address. He took a deep breath and hoped like hell he sounded casual when he said, “If you want, you could bring your clothes with you and go straight to the hospital from my place.”

  Calvin’s blue eyes twinkled just a bit. He was so damn beautiful, he really did steal Matt’s breath like the cliché went. “All right, I’ll think about it. See you later, Matt.”

  Matt glanced around the neighborhood, seeing no one in particular, he grabbed the back of Calvin’s head and drew him in for a kiss. He made it brief so Calvin couldn’t protest the public display. “See you tonight. Sixish.”

  Chapter 7

  Calvin paused in front of Matt’s apartment door, an overnight bag clutched in one hand and the other raised to ring the bell. Honestly, he’d spent most of the day trying to get out of coming over.

  It wasn’t that he didn’t like Matt. He found himself really liking him, actually. Enough to think, maybe, long-term relationship. Which is why he wanted to put the brakes on the entire affair.

  At work relationships did not work. He’d learned that the hard way. Of course, he knew Barnaby and Nathan’s relationship seemed to be going okay and they worked together. And even another couple from their firm, Darrell and Travis. But Calvin, being a cynic, knew eventually they’d all experience painful breakups.

  Calvin could not imagine trying to work at the hospital in life or death situations with everyone whispering behind his back about how he got dumped by the hot nurse, Matt.

  No way.

  After he’d finished shopping with his grandmother, Calvin had thought about calling to cancel. Then he thought about texting the cancellation, but decided that was far too much like a teenager. He’d drafted a Dear Matt email canceling and breaking off any further prospects. He hadn’t sent it and here he was.

  He lowered his hand and looked around the complex. It was one of those newer apartment buildings that had been turned into being owned rather than rented during the crazy housing boom of a few years earlier. Matt’s apartment was on the ground floor and just a few steps away was a duck pond. It seemed very quiet, too.

  Just as he was making the decision to go back to his car and come up with some emergency to cancel with, the door of the apartment flew open.

  “Hey, did you just get here?” Matt asked with a welcoming smile and a hug.

  “Uh, yeah.”

  “Perfect timing. I was going to go check the mail, but now that can wait.” Matt grabbed onto the edge of his polo shirt and he tugged him into the apartment. His smile widened when he spotted Calvin’s overnight bag. “Fantastic. I was hoping you’d decide to stay. Want the tour?”

  “Sure.”

  Matt’s hand found his and closed over it as he led him farther into the place. “First stop, the living room. As you can see it’s not terribly exciting. That leather couch there is a hand-me-down from the folks.” He winked. “Pretty sturdy though. Best thing about this room is the flat-screen television.”

  Matt pulled him out of the living room which truly had been made up of only the couch, television, and a coffee table crammed with papers. He headed down a very short hallway to what Calvin guessed were the bedrooms. There were three of them. Matt stopped at the first.

  “I’ve turned this into an exercise room. Treadmill, stationary bike, and weights. Pretty cool, huh?”

  Before Calvin had a chance to reply, Matt moved him along to the next room which had a single bed and a dresser.

  “I use this as a spare room. Or I’m going to. No one has actually stayed here yet, but I’ve got some younger half-siblings that keep threatening to come and visit.”

  Matt briefly flicked on the light of a hallway bathroom. “Bathroom.”

  They went down to the last room, which was clearly the master bedroom. Matt paused in the doorway.

  “Okay, before we go in, I should warn you. I’m renting this place from a guy who bought it and then ended up moving to Hawaii for two years for a temporary assignment. So, um, he made some interesting choices for decorating.”

  Calvin nodded. “All right.”

  Matt grinned and pulled him inside. The room consisted of an armoire, a king-sized bed with a comforter done in earth tones, two end tables on either side of the bed, a bathroom off to the side, and…a mirrored ceiling.

  Calvin stared up at the ceiling. He knew his jaw hung open, but damn, he’d never seen a mirrored ceiling. He felt like a country bumpkin looking at the Las Vegas city lights for the first time. His gaze strayed to the bed and back to the mirrors. His pulse raced.

  “Wow.”

  “I know. When I first moved here I thought it was a little weird, but now…let me just say it’s freaking hot.”

  Calvin licked his lips, his cock perking up to half hard at the thought. “Um, really.”

  “Ah, come on, Calvin, you had a mirror in your bedroom.”

  “To see how I look in my clothes.”

  “Did you never think about other possibilities? Watching yourself have sex with a partner or touching yourself?”

  He felt his cheeks heat. “I can’t say I ever thought about it.”

  Matt pulled him close, so close their faces were separated by less than an inch, their breaths mingled. “Wouldn’t you like to try it?”

  His pulse jumped. “M-maybe.”

  “Great, how about now?”

  “What?”

  Matt grinned. “Yes, now. You implied you’d fuck me this time. Why not now?”

  Calvin laughed. “You’re supposed to be making me dinner.”

  “I am. See, I’m making this chicken, cheesy, broccoli casserole thing and it’s in the oven. It’s gotta cook, so there’s plenty of time.”

  “You’re incorrigible.”

  “I know, but I’ve been thinking about you all day,” Matt whispered against his lips. “Thinking about kissing these amazing lips.” He reached between their bodies to close over Calvin’s crotch, feeling the half-hard dick there. “Thinking about feeling this pounding into me.”

  He swallowed. “Well, you certainly know how to be convincing.”

  Matt’s teeth pulled at his bottom lip. “Let’s get naked.”

  Calvin nodded, stepped back a couple of inches and pulled his shirt over his head. He looked around, trying to decide where to put it, but Matt ripped it out of his hands and tossed it. Before he could get his fingers to undo his belt, Matt was already working at it, undoing the zipper.

  “Go on and take care of your own clothes.” Calvin sat on the edge of the bed, looking up briefly at his reflection above. He nudged off his shoes and whipped off his socks before standing up to shuck the pants and briefs. He was glad to see Matt had divested himself of his clothes, too, and the man now leaned over one of the end tables, his round ass displayed.

  Lord.

  His cock filled and rose fully. Calvin closed his fist around the head and stroked.

  Matt turned back to face him, holding a foil packet and a green tube of lube. “Green apple,” he declared with a wink. He pulled the comforter off to reveal dark green sheets, and tossed the supplies on the bed.

  “Okay, how do we do this?” Calvin asked, once more glancing at the ceiling. It was a bit odd to be looking at the reflection of their naked bodies.

  “I want to be on my back so I can watch you sliding into me.” Matt laid on the bed.

  One thing was true about Matt. The man was not the least bit shy about what he said or his body. Not that he had a reason to be. His body was gorgeous. Ripped abs and muscular arms that would make just about any weight lifter proud. And a damn fine hard cock, too.

  Calvin knelt on the bed and reached for the lube. He squirted the pale green goo out, instantly acknowledging it did indeed smell like apple, and hoisted Matt’s legs up over his shoulders.

  Matt laughed. �
�I love a man who gets right to it.”

  He blushed. “Um, yeah, sorry.”

  “Don’t be, babe.”

  Calvin nodded and slipped two lubed fingers into Matt’s entrance. For the most part, Calvin bottomed, but he’d topped a time or two and he liked it both ways.

  “Look up,” Matt urged in a raspy voice.

  He did, watching his fingers slide in and out of the other man’s ass. Their eyes met in the mirror above. Matt started pumping his cock. Calvin had to admit seeing everything they were doing was indeed pretty hot.

  Matt stopped stroking his erection long enough to reach for the condom packet. He tore it open and handed it to Calvin.

  He withdrew his fingers and rolled the condom over his cock, his gaze on the mirror above. His balls ached with the need to come.

  “You’ll have a much better view of us fucking.”

  Matt nodded. “Planned it that way. You can do the same when I fuck you after dinner.”

  Calvin raised his eyebrow at the man’s audacity. But at the moment he wasn’t interested in playing hard to get, he was interested in getting them both off.

  “Ready?”

  “Oh, yeah.”

  He poised himself at Matt’s hole and slowly pushed in, tilting his head back to watch the scene from the mirror. Matt’s hand worked his length, his jaw slack as he, too, watched Calvin enter him.

  Still keeping his eyes on the mirror, Calvin began to move, thrusting slow and deep, fascinated by the sight of them. He could watch his own expressions, his own movements. Something he’d never even guessed he would be interested in. Didn’t that make one narcissistic? Calvin didn’t know. He just knew watching his cock pull out and push in to Matt was hot.

  He hiked Matt’s legs up higher, bending him nearly in half as he speared his ass over and over. Matt’s hand sped up, tugging harder on his cock, reaching down to squeeze his balls. His face was flushed, his forehead beaded with sweat.

  “Calvin, I’m gonna come.”