Blood Lure by J. P. Bowie Read Free Book Online

Jared’s friends, something he was drawn to, something unique .
    He looked up and caught Jared’s intense but warm gaze. “What?” he asked, smiling at the beautiful man.
    “I want to kiss you again.”
    “I’d really love that,” Joey said, then stepped back in surprise as Jared leant in for the kiss.
    “ Here ?” Joey all but squeaked. “There’s a million people all over the place, and—”
    “They can’t see us,” Jared murmured, taking Joey’s hand and leading him to the side of the wine stand. “It is impossible for me to stand here looking at you and not kiss you, Joey.”
    “Wow…” No one, no one , had ever said that to him before, and if Jared wanted to kiss him right there in front of everyone at the Hollywood Bowl, he’d damned well let him.
    As of one accord, they set their wineglasses down on a nearby table and fell into one another’s arms. Joey lifted his face to Jared’s and surrendered to the rapture of Jared’s kiss, to the all consuming passion those luscious lips filled him with, to the burning lust that sent fire through his blood and made him harder than a steel pipe.
    Jared’s hands cupped Joey’s butt and pulled him in against his crotch, grinding their erections together. God, but this was heaven, Joey thought. Obscene, indecent maybe, in the eyes of those he was sure could see them writhing together, but pure heaven, and he didn’t give a damn. Let them watch—they might learn something.
    “Joey, Joey…” Jared’s breath on his lips had Joey so fired up he could scarcely think.
    Oh, why the hell were they in this stupid place? They should be back in his apartment, fucking their brains out!
    “Don’t worry, Joey…” He was barely conscious of what Jared was saying. “We will fuck each other’s brain out. I promise you.”
    “Now, do it now,” Joey begged, then was brought back to reality by Jared’s soft chuckle and sweet kiss.
    “Later, Joey… I promise.”
    “Oh, yeah. Whew … you had me going there.”
    Joey glanced around, relieved his unruly behaviour seemed to have gone unnoticed by the people that milled around them, laughing, talking, drinking wine, oblivious to the two men who had practically been having sex in front of them.
    BLOOD LURE
    J.P. Bowie
    34
     
    “Uh… Maybe we should go get our seats?”
    Jared’s smile was enough to set Joey off again, but he merely said, “Yes, that is a good idea.”
     
    The concert was good, but Joey had neglected to take a jacket, forgetting that California nights can turn sharply chilly after sunset. Halfway through the first part of the concert, he shivered, and Jared put an arm around his shoulders, pulling him in close to his body. It was strange, Joey noted, that Jared’s body didn’t feel warm, yet there was a definite comfort in being pressed to his side.
    He rested his head on Jared’s shoulder and let the swell of the orchestra’s symphonic string section carry him into another world, another time. In his mind’s eye they were standing on the marble floor of a vast veranda. Moonlight flooded the space, empty but for the two of them as they danced— danced —slowly across the floor, their bodies swaying together, Jared’s right hand on the small of Joey’s back, slipping down to caress his butt. Oh, yeah …
    Just as before, he lifted his face to Jared’s, craving his kiss.
    Joey blinked, shaken from his dream-like state by the sound of applause around him.
    He looked up at Jared who was smiling gently at him, and Joey had the uncanny thought that Jared knew exactly what he’d been dreaming about.
     
    During the interval Jared disappeared on the pretext of visiting the restroom. When he returned he was carrying a sweatshirt with the logo ‘ Music of the Night’ emblazoned across the front.
    “Here.” His smile was disarming. “This will keep you warm during the second half.”
    “Oh, wow.” Joey was touched by Jared’s thoughtfulness. “But you shouldn’t have.”
    “I can’t