The weather outside the window was still bad, with rain pelting down now and thunder still making a racket outside. A waitress, who was refilling their drinks looked up, a worried little frown on her face.

“Bad storm coming in?” Penny asked her and she shook her head.

“Honey, haven’t you been watching the news? There’s a tropical storm just off the coast, headed toward the Outer Banks of North Carolina. We’ll just get a lot of rain out of it here in Savannah, thank goodness. Tropical Storm Lucille. Sustained winds are already up to forty-five miles per hour, and if it gets to seventy or so, it’ll be upgraded to a hurricane. Let’s just hope it goes on up the coast like it’s supposed to and doesn’t hit us.”

Penny’s eyes grew wide. “Well, amen to that.” She blushed and glanced over at J.T. “I swear I didn’t know anything about a storm, J.T., did you? Oh God, what if it hits Savannah?”

J.T. covered her hand with his. “It won’t, honey. These weathermen know their stuff. And I didn’t know anything about a storm either. I guess we both should watch the news more often, right?”

The waitress reappeared with their check and J.T. pulled out his credit card and slid it into the leather folder. “Let me pay for lunch and you run along to your workshop. And don’t worry. It’s just a bad storm—it won’t hit us here.”

“I’m sure you’re right.” She stood up and leaned over to kiss his cheek. “See you around six. If the weather clears up some, let’s go out somewhere for dinner. There’s a restaurant called the Pirates’ House that’s supposed to be haunted,” she said, giving him a little wink.

“Yeah, tempting as that sounds, I think I’ll pass. Go on, get out of here.” He watched her leave and the waitress came back to their table with a worried little frown.

“I’m so sorry, sir, but your card was declined.”

“There must be some mistake.”

“Mm, no sir, I ran it twice and got the manager to try too. The bank has a hold on your card.”

“What?”

“I’m sorry, sir. Should I just charge this to your room until you can straighten it out?”

J.T. nodded tersely, his cheeks red with embarrassment. His card had a hold on it? There had to be some mistake.

“No, no mistake, Mr. Whitlock,” the customer service operator from his bank said when he called a few minutes later. “The Atlanta police department has placed a hold on your cards and your bank account. You’ll need to get in touch with them, I’m afraid.” Cold fury washed over him as he heard the words. The Atlanta P.D., his ass. This had Nathan James Brickman written all over it. It was exactly the kind of high-handed, arrogant, miserable, low-life, presumptuous, reprehensible kind of thing he would do. His hands trembling because he was so mad, J.T. punched Brick’s number into his phone.

“Brickman here.”

“You asshole!”

A short silence and then Brick’s self-satisfied voice came across the line. “Julian, how nice to hear from you. I was beginning to think your phone didn’t work.”

“You son-of-a-bitch!”

“Is this going somewhere, Jules, or are you just upset with me in general?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, Brickman. You put a hold on my goddamn bank account! That has to be illegal, you son-of-a-bitch!”

“Actually, it’s not. I thought that maybe after not answering my phone calls for almost a week, and then disappearing from your apartment that you might be a missing person. I spoke to your mother last night, who also is quite concerned about you, by the way….”

“I guess so, if she got a call from the police! You stupid ass!” Several women passing J.T. looked at him with concern because of all the yelling, and he gave them a sickly smile and turned his back on them. “Why are you doing this, Brickman?”

“Out of concern, sweetheart. I asked your mother if she wanted to take out a missing person’s report. We both tried to call you first thing this morning, but couldn’t reach you. I guess you ignored us or had the phone turned off. I explained that you could be in some kind of difficulty, and this might help me find you.”

Lowering his voice, J.T. stepped out onto the patio. He was under an awning, but the cold rain still blew in on him, soaking his shirt. It was raining hard, and J.T. peered up at the dark blue clouds overhead. “Get it off me right now, Brickman! I mean it. I’ll-I’ll report you! You can’t do something like this!”

“Get what off you, baby?”

“Don’t you dare ‘baby’ me! Get the hold off my credit cards.” He was breathing so hard he had to pull his inhaler from his pocket and take a hit off it before he could continue. Once his heart stopped racing, he tried to make his voice calmer. “You can’t do this, Brickman.”

“Apparently I can,” he said dryly. Then in a quieter tone, “Don’t ignore my phone calls, Julian. We need to talk.”

“I have nothing to say to you!”

“Well, that doesn’t sound reasonable to me, Julian. For all I know, you’re being held against your will. Hey, is someone forcing you to act this way? Can you give me a sign if you’re not okay?”

“I’ll give you a sign, you lunatic.” J.T. took a long, shuddering breath. “Call my mother and explain things. Tell her everything is all right.”

“Where are you, sweetheart?”

“Don’t you dare ‘sweetheart’ me. And I’m in Savannah, if you must know.”

“Savannah? You gotta be kidding. You’re going to get a lot of rain over the next few days with that tropical storm headed toward North Carolina. Don’t you watch the news? Damn it, Julian, you need a keeper and to get out of there, in approximately that order.”

“A little rain isn’t going to hurt me, damn it. I’m inside a hotel—not camping out.”

“Smart ass. Who are you with, anyway? I know you’re not there by yourself. Are you with some guy just to try to piss me off?”

“I don’t owe you any explanations. And why should it piss you off anyway, if you need some time away from me?” J.T. said, in as dignified a manner as he could manage. Let him worry, damn him. They were “taking some time” away from each other—isn’t that what he said he wanted? He took another deep breath and reminded him.

“We’re on a break, Detective. Now please take the hold off my credit cards. And call my mother—I’ll call her too, but you probably scared her half to death, so you owe me.”

“She’s not the least bit scared. She’s surprisingly level-headed considering who her son is. I guess in your case, the apple fell pretty far from the tree, huh? Anyway, I explained to her that we’d been seeing each other—she wants to meet me by the way—and that we had a little tiff. She was very sympathetic, as a matter of fact.”

“A little tiff? Really? You broke up with me!”

“I did not. I tried to discuss taking a little break, just a little time to get our priorities straight and figure things out, and you totally freaked out and overreacted. As usual, I might add. It’s a bad habit of yours, Jules, and one you need to work on. I’d be glad to help you.”

“I don’t need your help, thank you very much. And my ‘priorities’ are just fine.”

Brick huffed out a huge sigh and he lowered his voice. “Damn it, Julian, you know how I feel about you.”

“No, I really don’t. I thought I did, but I guess I was wrong.” J.T. leaned up against the building with a trembling hand—by this time he was about as wet as he could get anyway, so fuck it. He was so tired and discouraged, and just hearing Brick’s voice again had set his pulse racing out of control. Damn it, why couldn’t Brick leave him alone so he could get over him?

“Look, just give me a few days to think things through, Brick…please. I promise I’ll call you when I get back to Atlanta, and we can—we can sit down and talk things over if you still want to.”

Before Brick could say another word and confuse him even more, he ended the call and slipped the phone back in his pocket, peering up at the sky. It was even darker than it had been a few minutes before. Maybe he should watch the Weather Channel, just in case. Wet, cold and miserable, J.T. went back in the hotel and up to his room. It looked like it was going to be a long, long afternoon.

Adult Excerpt

There was a long silence while Brick seemed to be mulling things over. J.T. wished he could see his face, but things had to be said. It was the only way he knew to protect himself.

Brick placed his hand around J.T.’s waist. “I’m afraid I’ll hurt you, but I really need to make love to you, Jules.”

“And I said yes,” J.T. said, nuzzling his throat.

He slid his warm hand inside J.T.’s underwear, and took out his lover’s hard, rigid cock. J.T. thrust a little into his hand. “Mmm, you say yes, I say no,” Brick murmured against his ear. “You say go, go go…”

J.T. smiled. “You’re singing Beatles songs? You can serenade me later, baby. Get on with it before Penny comes back.” Need was clawing a path down J.T.’s spine—they’d come so close to fucking this whole thing up, and they weren’t even close to being out of the woods yet. He half-turned and fumbled at Brick’s pants, his eager hands clumsy as they tore at his belt.

“Easy, baby,” Brick whispered as J.T. groaned in frustration. “Just let me pleasure you.”

“Go right ahead,” J.T. said, panting for breath. “But help me get these damn pants of yours off—now.”

Brick still looked unsure, but he freed his belt and eased his pants down so J.T. could explore this interesting new development. J.T. turned toward him and pulling at the front of Brick’s underwear with his good hand, he freed Brick’s big, dark red cock. It sprang out, wet, hot and ready for action. J.T.’s hand caressed it, smearing the wetness over the head.

Brick gasped and his knuckles brushed J.T.’s stomach as he rooted for J.T.’s cock. When he grasped it, he put his other big hand on J.T.’s ass and effortlessly moved him up close and personal as their dicks snuggled up against each other.

This was going to be quick, but J.T. needed it to be. He and Brick had experienced a close call—a little too close for J.T., and he felt like the survivor of a terrible storm at sea, just climbing out onto shore, breathless and exhausted and so fucking relieved to be alive. To know Brick was still here and the ordeal was finally almost over. Almost.

Brick wrapped his huge hand around both their cocks, working the soft skin up and down, rubbing them together with delightful friction, as Brick took J.T.’s mouth again, swallowing his soft cries. After a few moments of that bliss, Brick growled and flipped J.T. over to his other side, still working his dick, but now sliding his big cock up between J.T.’s thighs, pinching the flesh of his balls.

J.T. clenched his thighs around Brick’s shaft, moaning and sobbing as he tried to grind his dick harder into Brick’s hot hand. Brick’s fingers and palm were rough and calloused and fucking wonderful as his hand tightened on J.T.’s flesh.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” Brick said, as J.T. moaned against his mouth. “Come on, baby. You come for me.”

J.T. whimpered, uncomfortable with the dirty talk, but at the same time excited by it.