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unlock the screen.”
    Sam felt sick. “Darin isn’t— Darin is—” He rubbed the side of his face, groaning inwardly. “Darin is a mistake.”
    “Well, I’m sorry to hear that.” Mitch sounded unconcerned. “Though I admit I am curious to hear why he mentioned still having plenty of empty pizza boxes.”
    Sam redirected the conversation. “So why are you fifty-five miles from the middle of nowhere?”
    “Stuck by a storm. Heading to Milwaukee, but I’m going to be late. It’s severe weather all the way across, and I have to cover a few dicey roads. But it works out, because then I was free to try and hunt you down.”
    Sam put his plate on the coffee table. “Can you enjoy the night off, at least?”
    “Not here. There was one guy eyeballing me, but I couldn’t tell if he wanted to fuck me or punch me, and I’m not interested in either with him. But I am enjoying talking with you. So tell me, college boy. What are you studying?”
    “Nursing.” Sam braced himself for the jokes.
    Mitch gave a low whistle. “Tough stuff. Good career, though. They will always need nurses.”
    “I want to do RN,” Sam admitted. “I want to work in a clinic. But it’s longer for that degree, which means more money and tougher classes. This semester is pretty tough, actually. I need to buckle down more, or I’m not going to pass.”
    “You’re a smart one. I bet you’ll pass just fine.”
    The conversation lulled. Sam dwelt on the weirdness of the entire experience, still not quite understanding how or why he could converse so casually with Mitch. He honestly hadn’t expected him to return the phone. He figured it would get lost, or he’d toss it aside. He was kind of flattered Mitch would take the time to hunt him down.
    It’s only to bring your phone, he scolded himself. Don’t get any stupid ideas.
    “Do you know something, Sam?”
    Mitch’s voice was low, and it turned Sam on. “What?”
    “If I close my eyes, I can still taste you.”
    The words hit Sam in the center of his chest. He said nothing, but he breathed a lot harder.
    “I see you too.” Mitch spoke so softly Sam had to strain to hear. “Such a pretty pink hole. Honey, I wish I could have spent an hour at that ass.”
    “ Hhhuh. ” The sound out of Sam’s mouth was more a whisper of air than a word. He was aroused, but nervous too. Mitch was hundreds of miles away, but Sam felt suddenly exposed and unsafe. He reached for a pillow from the other end of the couch and crushed it against his chest.
    “You liked that too, didn’t you,” Mitch went on. “Sweet Jesus, the sounds you made. Just thinking about the way you moaned makes me hard. Was I the first one to rim you, Sunshine?”
    “No—I mean—” Sam couldn’t figure out how to answer that. Yes, Mitch was the first, but he didn’t want Mitch to think he was some virgin. “Yes, but—” He remembered the way it had felt, and he lost it again. “The—the tongue— oh God. ”
    “Nobody ever tongue fucked you? That what you’re trying to say, shy honey?”
    Sam swallowed. The sound was audible enough Mitch probably heard it. “No.”
    “Such a shame. I’ve never seen somebody so hot for it. You need that done to you twice a day, I’m thinking.” Mitch’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Wish I were there to do it right now. I’d turn you over, spread those cheeks—” He gave a long, agonized sort of groan, a man imagining a forbidden pleasure. “And because I’d have time, I’d sit there a minute and talk dirty to it, because you’d moan and squirm, and your ass would pucker. I’d stare at it, watching it wink.”
    “ Nghyh. ” Sam gripped the phone and the pillow so tight he thought he might crush the first and tear the latter. He glanced around the room in sudden terror, as if his aunt and uncle might appear at any moment and catch him listening to someone talking dirty to him.
    “Then I would lick it, Sam. I would lick your hot little hole until you were pushing