Chapter 9Vincent on My Mind
I sat on my couch, gazing into space, my c**k in my hand. I wasn’t interested in coming. Not yet.
The chimes of the clock on my living room wall sounded sweetly, and I glanced up at it, watching as the pendulum swung back and forth, ticking off the seconds.
My lover was running late.
We’d agreed he would have dinner with me this evening and spend the night. Perhaps he’d stopped by his apartment to pick up a change of clothing?
I didn’t want to think he’d simply grown tired of what we had and might be seeking ways to put some distance between us. He’d done that once before, using the excuse of his mother’s funeral to leave town, and I’d gone after him.
If necessary, I’d go after him again.
I smiled wryly.
I had a reputation for being not only cool under f
