Page 136 of Indiscretion

I make yet another circuit of that balcony and work my way down to the lower balcony. Another circuit, and still no Jordan.

My only option at this point is to wait near the entrance and keep watch for him. I once again head for the exit to the lobby. I’m reaching out to push the door open as someone pulls it open from the lobby, and I nearly run into Jordan, who’s holding in his other hand what looks like a fresh drink.

Inside, my sadist giggles with glee to see shock and recognition register on his face, while the rest of me is too fucking relieved to enjoy that for long.

His eyes widen. “Leo? What are you doing here?”

It’s too fucking loud to have a conversation in there, so I step forward, forcing him back into the lobby, where I grab him by the upper arm and haul him off to the side, between two of the decorative columns along the wall and out of the way of foot traffic.

I press him against the wall with a hand flat in the middle of his chest. “Whydidn’t you respond to my calls and texts?” I growl in full-on scary voice. “I’ve been fuckingworriedabout you!”

“What?”

Fuck it.I lean in and slant my lips over his, kissing the boy hard until I feel him just about ready to melt in my arms. And he’s kissing me back.

This isbaaaad.

Really,reallybad.

But when I lift my lips from his and stare down into his eyes, he’s wearing a glazed subby look, almost exactly like I imagined he would.

Nearly identical to the one Elliot wore earlier tonight.

Thank christ, he’s wearing foam earplugs.

I stare into his eyes for a long moment.

“Life is short. Fuck waiting. After the concert, you’re coming back to my place. With me.”

“I-I am?”

“Yeah, you are. Unless you don’t want to, then tell me, and I’ll see you safely back to your hotel. But you’renotleavingthisplacealone. Understand me?”

He nods. “Yes, Sir.”

I don’t know if he meant that automatically because of our ages, or deliberately, with a capitalS.

I don’t care, either. I kiss him again. “I mean it,” I mumble against his mouth. I finally lift my lips from his. “I will take you back to your hotel, if you ask me to. But I’m really hoping you want to go home with me tonight. We don’t even have to do anything but sleep, if you don’t want to. I just…” I look into his eyes. “I’m tired of being alone. And I wasreallyfucking worried about you.”

He licks his lips and nods. “I want to. Go home with you,” he adds.

More relief fills me. I kiss him once more, this time tasting and teasing and exploring. “Then let’s get back in there, baby.” I pull him away from the wall and tuck him against my side with my arm around his shoulders, where he fits perfectly, and we head inside to once again have our ears aurally assaulted.

But he’s safe.

He’s fuckingsafe.

I’ll process later the wave of other emotions that rode in on my relief.

For now, I want to make my boy happy by being here with him and being able to get him safely back to my place after the concert.

Because this night’s shown me there’s no way in hell I’m letting him get away from me.

Not sure how Elliot’s going to feel about it, and I’ll deal with that later.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Fortunately, Jordan wants to watch the headliner band from the lower balcony. Even better, his drink is only Pepsi, with no alcohol.