Page 42 of Killer Notes

Danny pulls away, lips all swollen, his pupils blown wider. “Don’t answer it,” he says in a husky overture.

A growl tears from my throat. “I have to. It’s my boss.”

The drugging sensation Danny has me under quickly evaporates and I pull out of his arms. I walk away from the still-dazed singer standing there in my living room.

What was I thinking kissing him?

Feeding the need, I guess? I lick at my lips, feeling and tasting Danny’s gloss on my mouth, and instantly regretting my action. Should I have stayed and taken what he was offering? No. But I won’t be able to remove the taste of him from my tongue.

Focus, damn it.

I storm out of the house and put the phone to my ear. “Bad timing, man.”

“Really? What’s happening that Hale and I can’t call you about Siles Barrett,” Dean patronizes, clucking his tongue before continuing. “I mean, if you have more pressing matters…”

“What do you have?” I rumble out in irritation. Two different chuckles emanate from the phone line, but I ignore the bastards and demand, “Again, what do you have?”

“Actually, a lot,” Hale says. “With Barrett’s financials, he’s on his second round of bankruptcy. He barely has a grand in the bank, and several credit cards with most of them at the max limit.”

“What about his whereabouts in the past month?” I ask while pacing the gravel drive.

“The guy manages two small-time bands, both from the east coast, and he has posted about them on his Instagram account in the last two months,” Hale adds.

“Are you sure? He could have easily set that up,” I question, not wanting to admit I’m wrong about my hunch.

“Yes, he could have, but there’s proof he was in New York all that time. However…”

“What?” I stop pacing and glance at the house, wondering what Danny’s doing.

“Looking through his phone records, I found several calls to and from the same number. So I traced it, but it’s one of those pay as you go phones. There’s no way to find out who that is. But I will keep on it,” Hale promises

“Okay. Got anything on the handwriting analysis?” I ask Dean.

“With most people doing transactions on their computers or their phones, it’s hard finding anything pen to paper,” he says. “We do have his signature, but the graphologist wants more samples. We’ll get there, Tobias. Keep cool.” Then Dean hangs up.

Frustration rams my gut. There’s no way Siles isn’t in on this. He’s the only link to this, I’m sure. The only link to Danny and the band, but I just don’t know to what degree.

Rounding the back end of the house, I come to dead halt. On the other side of the glass slider is Danny, standing naked, with a devious smile on his face. He then turns and walks off with his hand stroking his cock.

I stand there, my jaw dropping to my chest as he struts away. I debate for all of three second before my hunger overrides any sense of duty to protect Danny.

Before Danny reaches the bedroom, I’m inside and hauling him up into my arms.

“What are you doing?” I growl.

Stupid question.

“Tobias.” Danny pinches one of my pierced nipples through my shirt, which draws a loud groan out of me.

I pause just outside my bedroom, stare down at the luscious man in my arms and wait. There’s no way I’m going to take him to my bed without getting another verbal consent out of Danny.

He must realize what I’m waiting for, because he smiles and says, “Yes.”

It’s all I need before I kick open the bedroom door and stride inside. I drop Danny onto the bed, and begin stripping out of my clothes.

“Hurry,” he says with a wicked grin.

Damn. He planned this the whole time, but I ignore the deviousness of Danny’s mind. Because I want him so much that my dick throbs.