Swish by E. Davies Read Free Book Online

star of morality, but Christ, he'd never knowingly cheated. As a honeytrap, it had always been a job done for the partner, with limits set by his client. Darren was just playing these women, including his own wife. That was an asshole move, and he deserved to lose the Volvo.
    Darren didn't even close the damn blinds before pushing his fling's dress up. The bedroom lamp was on, so the silhouettes against the sheer curtains showed everything. Alex recorded visual, though the windows were closed against the January cold. He wasn't going to get any audio. Not that he needed it with video this good.
    When they went out of sight, presumably for the bed, he still waited in case there was any more evidence. Now, he had time for his mind to wander.
    Thomas had been so good. Way better than he remembered – not that he'd ever let Alex get that far before. And suddenly he wanted it now? Alex wasn't complaining. Better late than never. And maybe he'd call him again...
    Alex realized that something in his heart was... he didn't want to say fluttering , but it was.
    He didn't believe in love, really, or even long-term happiness. He'd seen too many couples dissolve. Yet as he waited for more evidence of this woman he hadn't connected with Darren before, he wondered. Maybe he just saw the worst side of things – people sneaking around behind their spouses' backs. Even when he found no evidence of cheating, there was some underlying trust issue. Something always made the client call him in the first place.
    He never got hired to spy on great marriages or relationships between couples who finished one another's sentences.
    Alex was smiling.
    “Christ,” he muttered, rubbing his face. “It was just a... hookup.”
    With his ex. The one he'd always had in the back of his mind, whenever he'd dated a man for more than two or three months... The one who'd rejected him when he came back to town. Who had made it clear he could fuck off. Until tonight, when he'd flat-out wanted Alex to fuck him.
    And it wasn't just sex. Anyone could see that from a mile off. The chemistry before they'd even touched, the way they'd held each other afterwards...
    Alex wanted more than Thomas could give him.
    Not even an hour later, Alex recorded the other woman getting in a taxi and leaving. He called it quits and headed to bed. He had to talk to Lexy, Darren's poor wife, tomorrow and show her this bullshit.
    One thought wouldn't leave his head the whole time. As he walked through the stinging cold to his front door, he wondered: was Thomas the one that got away?

Chapter 9
Thomas
    Christ.
    He couldn't tell his brothers yet.
    This was either the best or the stupidest thing he'd done in his life, and Thomas still wasn't sure which.
    There was one thing for certain: his idea about getting over Alex by sleeping with him hadn't worked. Instead, Alex was on Thomas's mind even more as he went through the work week with an eye on Thursday, not Friday.
    He was in the bar that Wednesday evening with his brothers and friends. Well, mostly his brothers' friends, though they had become his own over the last year. As he thought, Thomas tuned them out for the most part. He was too busy thinking about the possibilities for tomorrow.
    Maybe they'd see each other and there'd be another spark of chemistry.
    But...
    His stomach twisted to think of it, but maybe that was all Alex had ever wanted.
    “Huh? Yeah,” Thomas agreed when he heard his name, looking around at the others.
    Floyd was chuckling at him. “You're completely out of it, man. You all right?”
    Behind the teasing eyes, there was concern from Chase's boss. Floyd owned Chase's tattoo shop, and he'd come around to hang out with the rest of them these days. “Oh, yeah, I'm fine,” he assured him.
    “You sure?”
    Thomas hesitated for a moment, then shook his head with a smile. If he was going to break down and talk to someone, it should be his brothers. Floyd was the friend he most loosely knew. “Yeah, I'm fine,”