By the time the police left, Clyde was gone, too. Raider blinked, trying to remember when he’d left, but he had no memory of it.
“You look confused.”
Raider was. He turned to Chellie. “Where’d Clyde go? And when did he go?”
Chellie smirked at him. “He’s cleaning the bathroom. I don’t think I could pry him out of here with a crowbar. So, was he good?”
“Chel!” Raider felt his cheeks burn with a blush that was, without a doubt, a dead giveaway.
“I’ll take that as a yes, or at least an, he was okay,” Chellie decided. “It was really hard to tell since y’all weren’t super-noisy. Mrs. Jennings was sure trying to listen in. I had to stop her from walking to your door. She was going to.”
“Jeez.” Raider gulped and hid his face in his hands. “My life has become so bizarre.”
“You don’t say?” Chellie snorted and kicked a couch cushion that had been knocked onto the floor. “Get a bag packed. We’re getting out of here.”
Lowering his hands, Raider asked, “What? Why? We don’t know that this was more than a random home invasion.” Raider could do stubborn pretty damned well when he wanted to. “You said the guy didn’t mention my name.”
“So you think this is just a coincidence?” Chellie snapped, planting her fisted hands on her hips. She jutted out her chin, and Raider knew he was about to get his ass handed to him. “You think some big, scary moron just waltzed in here, silent as death, and tried to attack me for shits and giggles?”
“It could happen,” he said weakly. He didn’t want to believe he was the target, that LeHorne was sending anyone after him. “What about Murphy? Clyde’s family—“
“Are preparing a couple of rooms for us,” Chellie cut in. “We’re going to circle our wagons.”
“What?” Raider shook his head. “You say the weirdest crap.”
“You need to watch some old westerns,” she retorted. “Clyde called his folks while you were being interviewed. The point is, we’ll probably be safer if we’re all together.”
“Or we’ll make one nice, big target,” Raider countered. “Chellie, why don’t you go stay with some of your friends, or—“
Chellie startled him with a quick move, whacking him on the upper arm. “Don’t even start that shit. Get a bag packed. With any luck, you’ll get some more experience with lover-boy.”
Clyde! Raider was going to die of sheer mortification, which would put an end to LeHorne hunting him down.
Chellie beamed over his shoulder. “Hey Lover-boy. How’s tricks?”
“D-did you—“ Clyde cleared his throat. “Er, Raider? Did you tell her—“
“No,” Raider eked out. “I wouldn’t.”
“He wouldn’t,” Chellie agreed. “Raider is a gentlemen. But you two weren’t exactly quiet.”
“Oh fuck,” Clyde muttered. “Ungh!”
“Yeah, Neanderthal reversion, it happens.” Chellie patted Raider’s arm. “Go pack.”
Raider had to turn around and face Clyde. “Sorry. Chellie is—“
“Fucking amazing!” Chellie said. “Pack!”
Clyde’s lips twitched, then he grinned, and he looked so young and innocent and handsome that Raider’s heart ached just from looking at him.
“Guess Chellie doesn’t hate me and my family after all,” Clyde observed. He blushed. “But, um. Alone time at my house? Probably not happening.”
Raider hadn’t felt so disappointed in a long time. He tried not to let it show, and instead focused on what he hoped Clyde meant, though he hadn’t said it. “You would want alone time? With me?”
Clyde’s eyes went wide as he nodded vigorously. “Fuck yes! I want… I want you. I haven’t done, um, much, but I want to do everything. With you. If you want to. With me, I mean. Us. Together. Not married or anything like that, I mean we don’t really know each other, but sex—“ He snickered and blushed darker. “Sorry. I just, I really like you.”
“Oh, wow,” Raider whispered, pressing one hand to his chest, where warmth began to spread out. “I like you too. A lot.”
Clyde’s smile could have brightened up a pitch-black room. “You do? So I didn’t do too bad when I—“ He glanced toward the direction Chellie had gone. “Earlier?”
Raider’s cock began to harden with that one word. “You were incredible,” he rasped, trying to will his unruly dick to behave. “I’d like to return the favor.”
“You two sound pathetic,” Chellie shouted from her room. “Why can’t men just talk?”
Raider groaned. “Maybe because they have nosy roommates who won’t stay out of their business!”
Clyde giggled but quickly muffled the sound with one hand.
“Stop whining. You know you love my nosy ways. They got you laid today, didn’t they?” Chellie replied.
Raider couldn’t very well argue with her over that. Besides, he wasn’t stupid. He needed to quit sparring with her before he was totally verbally annihilated. “Yes, thank you, Chellie.”
“Definitely thank you,” Clyde added. “Maybe you can work some magic at my house.”
Chellie’s wicked laughter was warning enough that she’d try to do just that.
Clyde waited until she stopped, then he moved closer to Raider, so close that he was almost touching him.
Raider had to crane his neck to look up at Clyde.
He didn’t get to ask any questions. As soon as he had his head up, Clyde cupped his nape, then he kissed Raider, soft, slow, sweet.
And that little ache around Raider’s heart grew into a fizzy, giddy sensation that flowed into his bloodstream. He hung onto Clyde, feeling as if he could float on the wave of happiness he was riding.