Page 2 of Bleed for You (Bloody Desires #6)

C raig Houston sat back in his chair and rolled his head from side to side, trying to ease the stiffness.

As a drafter, he’d been using his software to convert an architect’s designs into technical plans.

He had the initial plan done and was happy with how it looked so far.

He now had the weekend to relax, then on Monday he could come back and go over the plans to see if he had left anything out, then get into the fine detail.

He had to make sure there were no errors, and that process took hours.

It was worth it, though. He loved his job.

Loved seeing the technical details take shape.

Loved seeing the finished product, knowing he’d been involved.

Standing, he made sure his plan and notes had been saved on his computer, then stretched.

At five feet ten inches, his body didn’t like him sitting at a desk for hours at a time.

To be fair, he was now thirty-one and a new part of his body protested on a regular basis.

It was time to hit the gym and maybe do some yoga or Pilates to keep flexible.

Use it or lose it was the saying, and Craig wanted to keep using it for years to come, so the gym it was.

Grabbing his bag and coat, Craig left his office and headed toward the elevators, only stopping when Flint called him.

Closing his eyes, Craig took a deep breath, preparing himself for whatever it was Flint had an issue over, because Flint always had an issue over something.

Turning to face him, Craig gave him a smile he didn’t feel.

Flint strode over and handed Craig a printout.

Glancing at it, he could see it was the plan he was currently working on. “What is this?”

Flint was Craig’s senior in the business and was only his senior because he was related to the owner, Simon Bonsall, through marriage.

He had little to no idea how to run the department, and Craig grew tired of having to deal with him.

Why did he have to work with someone who struggled to understand the basics of the job?

Looking at the plan, then back at Flint, who glared at him, Craig somehow managed to keep his sigh to himself.

“It is an unfinished plan. That’s why it has ‘unfinished’ in the corner.

” What else would unfinished mean, and why did he have to explain this to Flint?

Flint’s dark blue eyes drilled into Craig’s. “Don’t get smart with me,” Flint snapped, waving the printout in Craig’s face. “What is it?”

“The plan I’m working on for the Simpson company. They are developing a new department store, and I was asked to do the technical side based on the architect’s design. I only began yesterday, but it’ll be finished on time.”

“Why was it given to you?” Flint waved the paper in Craig’s face again and somehow Craig managed to smile. How, he didn’t know, but he could feel the tension rising in his body. Dealing with this ignoramus on a daily basis wore him down so much that by Friday, he needed a break and a drink.

“Because I was asked by Simpson to draw up the plan. Is there some issue here, Flint? Is there a problem with the plan so far? I know it’s unfinished, but if you see—”

“No,” Flint snapped again. He flung the piece of paper at Craig, then spun around and stormed off.

Craig could only assume Flint had been under the impression he would have been handed the Simpson contract, and not Craig.

Not that Craig cared, but dealing with someone who was his boss but didn’t even understand the basics of the job irritated him.

Exhaling, Craig picked up the sheet of paper and left the office, heading for the elevator, and waited for it to arrive.

He was alone, which he was thankful for.

He needed a few minutes to decompress after the full-on week he’d had and dealing with Flint before he’d left the office had been the cherry on top of the cake.

When the elevator arrived, he stepped in and smiled at Lacey. Taking one look at her drawn face, he asked, “Long week?”

“How do you manage with him?” Lacey ran HR and had to deal with Flint, who Craig knew she was talking about.

“In small doses. At least it’s the weekend, so I can forget he exists.” Leaning back on the elevator wall, Craig closed his eyes.

“He’s put in another complaint about you,” she murmured.

“Hmm. He tried to create an issue as I was leaving.” Opening his eyes, he looked at Lacey. “I don’t think he’s happy I made the team on the Simpson contract.”

“He wasn’t. Simon had told Flint he would do the plans, but Simpson said no. You’ve done work for them before, and they wanted you.”

“That will explain his attitude.” Sighing, Craig put his bag on the elevator floor and pulled on his coat. “He is becoming difficult to work with. The attitude…” He stopped himself from continuing. Regardless of how he felt, Flint was his boss.

“Being the owner’s nephew…” Lacey shook her head.

“He has an over-inflated ego and very little brain capacity. You have no idea how difficult it is with him being present in meetings. Simon needs to step in and speak to him, but he loves his baby sister, so Flint gets away with his atrocious behavior.” Lacey shuffled her bag, then muttered, “Keep a diary of how he treats you. With enough evidence, we may be able to change things.”

“He accessed my unfinished plan before I’d even left the office.” Craig blew out his breath. “It feels like he’s watching me all the time.”

“You and Jemima. He can barely tolerate her. His first complaint was about her taking too long in the bathroom. I had to sit him down and explain biology to him.” Lacey rolled her eyes.

“I was not comfortable, but at least I got to see the look on his face as I began to explain certain facts to him.”

Licking his lips, Craig murmured, “He knows I’m gay. He’s made a few comments, but nothing I could say was outright homophobic. He’s careful in the words he uses and the way he phrases things.”

“And he knows he has a layer of protection you and I don’t have.” The elevator reached the first floor and as the doors opened, Lacey repeated, “Keep a diary, Craig. It will help in the long run and protect you as well.”

Craig let her walk ahead as he pursed his lips.

All he wanted to do was his job. He didn’t want to deal with all the stupid office politics, but it appeared he was being dragged into it.

All he wanted to do was come into the office, talk to people he worked with, do his job, then go home.

Now he had to keep a diary and note when Flint was being a dick to him.

Flint had been promoted, while Craig hadn’t, so why couldn’t he just do his job and leave everyone alone?

Why did he feel the need to pick on everyone?

Craig knew why. It was because Flint couldn’t do the job.

At all. So, everyone had to suffer for his inadequacies.

Outside the office building, Craig flagged down a cab and got in.

He had to be at Jinx’s soon and then he could let go of Craig and become Dalton.

God, he needed to be Dalton. Needed to have his Daddy hold him tight and take care of him.

He needed a good fuck too, and he knew Jinx was more than capable of giving him that.

Once he arrived home, Craig let himself in, kicked the front door shut and dropped his bag to the floor.

Slipping his coat off, he hung it up, then kicked his shoes off and headed through his apartment until he reached his bedroom.

Inside, he stripped naked and threw his clothes in the laundry basket, then went into the attached bathroom and turned on the shower.

Once the water had heated up, Craig stepped under the spray and quickly washed his hair and cleaned his body.

Once finished, he dried and dressed, then went into the kitchen to get a drink.

As he sipped his sparkling water, he wandered into the living room and picked up the latest horror novel he’d purchased.

He had several authors that he auto purchased and now he sipped his water as whatever the thing in the woods was tracked a group of teenagers.

No doubt they would meet a gruesome, grisly death.

The more blood and guts, the better, as far as Craig was concerned.

When his phone alarm beeped, he put his book down with a mix of emotions.

Sad that no one had been murdered yet, but excited because no one had been murdered yet.

Chuckling, Craig stood and stretched, then grabbed his overnight bag that he’d prepared that morning and opened it, scanning the items once more.

He always had to check several times before leaving.

He went through his apartment, making sure all the windows were shut and locked.

Once done, he pulled his black sneakers on, then stood in front of the mirror.

“Thirty-one,” he murmured. He didn’t think he looked his age.

He had no grey in his light brown hair, and his light blue eyes still sparkled.

He was the same height as Jinx, so he could stare into his beautiful hazel eyes as they lay together.

Jinx liked to stroke his fingers over Craig’s strawberry birthmark on his shoulder, and Craig liked it too.

Lying in his Daddy’s arms, the world outside so far away, lost in the emotions his Daddy created within him.

God, he loved his Daddy. He loved him even though Jinx held something back.

Maybe one day Jinx would tell him, but for now, Craig was happy to have Jinx in his life.

With a slight shake of the head, Craig pulled his jacket on, picked up his bag, and left his apartment.

Outside, he went to the underground parking lot and pressed the key fob so his car would unlock.

He hardly ever took his car to work because of traffic and parking costs.

It was cheaper to get a cab, but on occasion he had to take his car and regretted it.

Putting his bag in the rear of his car, Craig got in and started the engine.

It was a fifteen minute drive to Jinx’s and Craig eased into the evening traffic.

It was Friday, so the roads were busy, but it never bothered Craig.

Soon he would be well fucked, and his Daddy would be taking care of all his needs.

That first time. Craig still remembered the first time he’d slipped into Dalton, and let his worries disappear.

Having his Daddy feed him and change his small boy briefs, the way he played with his toys under his Daddy’s watchful eye.

He loved the large Lego blocks, the bright colors, and the way they clicked together.

Cars were next, but if he’d been naughty, Daddy would spank him.

Arriving at Jinx’s, Craig parked, then sat and stared.

What did Jinx have planned for him tonight?

He knew they would have something to eat.

They’d arranged that earlier in the week.

Craig also knew they would fuck. It had been a week since they’d managed to find time to be together.

Jinx had been busy in his second job as a cleaner for a company his friend had, and Craig has missed him.

Thinking about Jinx and sex, Craig made a bet with himself.

How far into Jinx’s home would he get before Jinx jumped him?

Not very far, considering Craig was more than happy to strip naked as soon as the front door closed behind him.

Strip naked, bend over, and spread his ass wide.

God, he could be a slut for his Daddy, and he didn’t care.

He loved the way Jinx fucked him, how wide his hole stretched around Jinx’s thick dick.

Now he was horny and alone in his car.

Chuckling, he got out and grabbed his bag, then headed up the path to the front door.

Knocking on it, Craig rocked in place as he heard Jinx walk up to the door.

When it opened, Craig moaned. Jinx looked amazing in his light blue T-shirt and tight black jeans.

One look at his face and Craig grinned. Oh yeah.

They were going to fuck, and he was going to feel it in the morning.