Love Lies Bleeding, Remmy Duchene [moboreader .TXT] 📗

disowned her after she chose to marry Daniel against their will. By the time he pulled his head from the clouds, Isha was arching a brow at him.

"What?" Leo asked.

"Have you been laid recently? You get cranky when no one's been hitting that ass."

"Isha! Why you gotta put it like that?"

"I'm right and you know it."

Leo frowned. "Not since I left the hospital. Anderson is afraid I might aggravate my back but I keep trying to show him I'm good enough. Do you know how much I want that man?"

Isha laughed. "I know. But maybe it's time you just hold him down and take it? You know, against the wall, against a bed, against the table and just…"

"Oh for crying out loud!"

"I'm right again and you know it!"

Leo wasn't going to admit anything. He was too tight up and was sure blue balls could cause death or blindness. "How's Byung?"

"He's in Korea right now for some release party. He wanted me to go, but I couldn't let him pay for all that."

"Do you like this guy?"

Isha took a breath and shrugged. "Look. I have to go."

"Bad question?"

"No. I just have to go. Give Anderson a hug for me. I'll talk to you later. I love you."

"Yeah, yeah," Leo muttered before closing the laptop. He pulled his feet from the coffee table and placed the computer on the sofa. Picking up his cup of iced tea, he walked to the window and stared out at the dying sun. There were so many blessings to being in St George's but he just felt alone and untouched. It was so strange to him. He couldn't stay in a relationship with no sex. He loved Anderson. He adored the man more than he could even understand but his body needed more. He sipped from the glass but he suddenly wasn't in the mood to be drinking anything. Leo turned from the window and made his way into the kitchen. Anderson had been holed up in the office. Leo knew he had to talk to him but he opted to dump his iced tea into the sink, wash his glass, and lock himself away in the upstairs bathroom.

He ran himself a bath, lit a few candles, and slipped his body beneath the foam. He wet his hands and ran them through his hair. His cock lifted from the water on its own, shook, then fell forward. He sighed, tracing a hand down his chest to the brush his palm over the head. The sensation it sent through him made him whimper. Leo wanted so bad to simply touch himself, to bring himself to the brink and jump over, but it wouldn't help. He'd just be craving still. Nothing did his body as good as Anderson's.

Frowning, he stood and released the water. He turned on the cold tap. When the water hit his back, Leo gritted his teeth, bowed his head, and groaned. Eventually he couldn't take it anymore but his damn penis was still there, mocking him. He climbed from the shower, wrapped a towel around his hips, and walked into bedroom. He stopped long enough to peer at a picture of Anderson before climbing into bed and lying on his stomach.

"Leo?"

He didn't move. "Hmm?"

"You asleep?"

"I was trying to…" Leo rolled over. He pushed up to his shoulder. Anderson was placing a stereo on the dresser. "What are you doing?"

"I'm not sure."

"Okay." Leo flopped to his back. "I'm going to sleep."

"You can't sleep now."

"What else am I going to do, huh, Anderson?"

"What does that mean?"

Leo took a breath, lifted his head, and bunched up the pillow before settling back against it. "I don't want to fight, Anderson. Let it go."

"I haven't been neglecting you," Anderson spoke.

Leo bit his tongue.

"I didn't mean for it to seem that way. I just wanted you to heal."

Leo rose from the bed and slowly walked toward Anderson. When they were inches away from each other he turned his back to Anderson. "What do you see?"

"Your back."

"Anderson, don't be a moron. What do you see?"

Everything went silent but the waves crashing against the rocks outside. The window blew silently and trees just north of them creaked slightly. Still, Leo waited for an answer. He reached back and pulled his hair out of the way. Instead of words, Anderson trailed a finger over his flesh. A hiss escaped his lips and he arched away from his lover's touch.

"Don't do that," Leo whispered.

"Sit on the bed, Leo."

"Anderson…"

"Trust me."

Leo turned slightly to look at him. His hair had fallen into his face then and he pushed it back with a frustrated look. Still he took a breath and walked to the bed. Sitting on the edge, he folded his arms over his chest and eyed Anderson, wondering why he felt so weak when those brown eyes turned sad and dimmed. Anderson turned to the stereo before facing him again. A familiar beat began playing and Leo arched a brow. He'd heard that song before—a long time ago. It was "Baby-Baby-Baby" by TLC. Confusion set in and he tilted his head.

Anderson swayed slowly to the beat. His eyes were closed, head tossed back as he toyed with the buttons of his shirt. He turned his back to Leo, stuck his jean-covered ass out and spun his hips. Leo licked his lips, as his body leaned forward. He couldn't stop himself. His arousal came back as he watched the sexy, chocolate man before him slowly peel his shirt off and toss it aside. Anderson moved closer then turned. He undid the button to his jeans then slid the zipper down. Every inch sent Leo's heart raging. His blood flowed through him—hot and stormy. As though his hands were thinking for themselves, they lifted out to touch. Anderson pushed his hand away. He reached out again and this time managed to trail a finger down Anderson's chest before he was once again rebuffed.

"Just sit back, Leo," Anderson whispered, moving his body so Leo could get a very