...“You’re going to have to leave.”

Adrian raised himself on an elbow and stared at his new lover with utter desolation.

What did I do wrong? We had an amazing time…I can still feel his lips on my skin…holy heck, the things he did to me last night.

Adrian shook the thoughts from his head and pondered his words carefully. Rallus dropped the flimsy lace curtain out from which he’d been peeking and paced the room. In daylight, Rallus was even more handsome than Adrian had thought. The room, though…the bedroom belonged to an old lady, not a hot, hung stud. He tried not to look like he was staring but this was definitely the work of an old lady with a fetish for lace. He stared up at the top of an ancient wardrobe. And dolls. Lots and lots of baby dolls. Their sightless eyes were a little unnerving. It was like being scrutinized by a bunch of Stepford babies.

His glance flew back to Rallus. What’s the matter with him? He’s so jumpy.

Rallus seemed to be undergoing several mood changes in just a few seconds. He clenched and unclenched his fists and Adrian, emboldened by his distraction, looked further around the room. Wow. They were everywhere. Some of the dolls looked real. A baby boy in a bassinet was so lifelike, it gave him a jolt.

“I know it’s weird, right?”

Adrian couldn’t keep his gaze off the baby boy.

“They’re all over the frickin’ house,” Rallus griped. “Anatomically correct dolls, if you can believe it.”

“Really?”

Rallus moved back to the curtain.

“Who’s out there?” Adrian asked, keeping his voice soft, in spite of his fear of the creepy-looking doll.

Rallus radiated contained energy, like a caged beast, not unlike the way he’d been last night when Adrian had met him, but this was something else. Hunted. Yes, hunted. He was no longer the new guy in town anxious for cock, prowling for sexual contact.

He remembered the way Rallus had blindfolded him on the drive, and had he not been completely intoxicated by the man’s presence, Adrian would have been petrified. He could have been in the hands of a serial killer.

“I don’t know.” Rallus glanced at him. His dark eyes gleamed at Adrian, and the man on the bed knew there was still some hunger there.

Rallus’s voice came out in a sigh. “Some woman. And a dog.” He ran his hand over his close-cropped, jet-black hair. “I’m a private man. I hate…scrutiny.”

“I know you do. Come here, baby.”

A muscle in Rallus’s cheek twitched and his nostrils flared, but he came to the bed, crawling across the thick covers. Naked and muscular without being over-the-top, he was a marvelous specimen.

“Mmm…you’re hard,” Adrian murmured. He had become fixated with Rallus’s huge, uncut cock, never having experienced one before. He held it reverently in his fingers as Rallus hovered over him and sucked one of Adrian’s nipples into his mouth. Adrian jumped. His body was so finely tuned to this stranger’s touch that it responded to the smallest amount of pressure.

Rallus grunted. “Hmm. Something’s going on here.” He reached down and grabbed Adrian’s cock. Adrian felt insecure about his dick in comparison with Rallus’s majestic weapon, but Rallus had spent a lot of time lavishing it with his warm, ravenous mouth.

His mouth went back to it now and Adrian’s body arched toward him. Adrian watched his lover lick the slit, and then kiss it. Rallus sucked Adrian’s cockhead into his mouth, released it, kissed the tip again, and with a sly smile, swallowed his cock whole.

Adrian almost exploded, but held off as Rallus came off his cock again.