“Uh-huh.” He was sure it was fine. It wouldn’t be like home, but it would be better than Folgers. Kyle didn’t seem like the Folgers’ type.
“You have your phone on you?” Kyle reached for the counter and pulled his off a charger.
“I do. Thanks.” He handed his phone over, then drank deep from his coffee. Oh. Oh, fuck. That was nice. He took another drink and moaned. “That’s fine.”
Kyle smiled and plugged in his phone. “Coffee needs to be good. What’s your number?”
He typed it into Kyle’s phone, and Kyle called him. “There. Now you have mine.”
“Excellent. I’ll use it. I would see you again.”
“I would like to see you again too. Do use it. There must be something we didn’t try last night.” Kyle’s tongue ran across a flirty bottom lip.
“I bet there is.” He stroked one hand down Kyle’s belly. “I bet there’s lots.”
“Mm.” Tight abs grew even tighter under his hand, and Kyle reached out to draw circles on his chest with a long finger. “Well, you think on it. And let me know what you come up with.”
“I can do that.” His nipples drew up, hard as a rock, the touch making him dizzy.
Kyle leaned in, nuzzled his jaw. “You want an Uber? Or are you going to brave the subway?”
“I’ll manage. I don’t mind. I’m brave.” He liked exploring all these new places. Hell, where he grew up, you couldn’t even plant dead bones in the ground before the water pushed them up, much less run a train down there.
“When in New York, right? Good for you. You better get moving, then. Closest station is at Seventh; that’s about a ten-minute walk.”
“Good deal. Call, eh? I’m playing until six, for sure. Maybe later. I never know.” Playing was what he did.
Kyle took his coffee cup, trading it for his phone, and saw him out. “I’ll call. How long are you in town?”
“So long as someone wants me here, I’ll be here.” Or until someone else wanted to pay him more to go somewhere else.
“Works for me.” Kyle leaned in the doorway. “Play hard, music man.”
“Always.” He took another kiss, letting this one mean something. “Bon temps, cher. Roule on.”
Kyle smiled at him and gave his hand a squeeze. “Subway’s that direction. See you soon.” The tall ornate door closed, Kyle disappearing back inside.
Time to get to work.
Lord have mercy, it was gonna be a grand day.
4
After theday he’d had, Kyle had needed a shower almost as much as the coffee he was drinking. He sat on his couch and smiled at Colt’s number on his phone, wondering if it was easier to play music all day on a couple of hours of sleep than it had been to choreograph. Thirty was staring at him and laughing its ass off.
How totally fucking worth it, though. His bed had been a playground all damn night. Everything about Colt was fun and sexy, right down to “cher.” He liked feeling appreciated. If the man was ready for round two, he was game. Honestly, the worst part of his whole day had been waiting for after six to call.
“Let’s see if I’m still on your mind, hot stuff.” Bouncing a little in his seat, he hit Call.
It took three rings for Colt to pick up, husky laughter sounding before the “Mmm, cher. How you be?”
Seriously? Chills. “Fabulous. How was your session? Or are you still playing? You want to call me back?”
“Everybody just left. I laid down the work today. All the folks here got gigs to run to tonight, but I was looking to hear from you.”
“Yeah? You just made my day.” He hopped up off the couch, grinning, and headed for his room to get dressed.
“Good deal. Where you want me to meet you?”