The brownstone was haunted, I swear. Things went bump in the night, and I knew that those mysterious sounds were not of two men having s*x in an upstairs guest bedroom. In truth, I invited Kintano over to protect me throughout the night. If I could get him to stay until dawn, maybe I wouldn’t like him so much.
Of course he was prompt. The black ambition carried a bottle of Absolut in his right hand, wore an ear-to-ear smile on his face, and said upon entering the abode, “Who owns this masterpiece?”
“A friend of mine. His name is Adrian Hart.”
“Like the porn star?”
“Same name, different color of skin.”
“That’s a perfect color of skin for me. You know I like white dudes.” He moved up to me, nuzzled his chin to the back of my neck, darted his tongue out, and licked my flesh.
I pulled aw
