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hand. Maybe so but I want to start over. I beg you. Let s do it, or let s end it. We ll go together, side by side. I don t care anymore. No, he said softly. He reached out and touched his hair. No, Marshall. I couldn t bear it if& Marshall pulled him close. Then please, hold me. Hold me tonight, baby, and let me heal you. Let me help you. I m yours. I ve always been yours. Together, we can do anything. I believe that. We can bury the past. Oh God, Angel, let s try. Angelo lowered his head onto Marshall s shoulder. For a few minutes, he didn t say anything, then mutely, he nodded. * * * * Natalie was worried about Marshall. When Jason came home, she told him about what had happened while he was at the firehouse, leaving out the part where she d almost been tossed on her ass. He sat down beside her, took her hand. You have to let Marshall handle his own shit, Nat. He s a grown man. You coddle him too much. Nat snatched her hand away. That s not true. I m concerned, that s all. I d like nothing better than to see him and Angelo together. Marshall never stopped loving him. I ve never seen anything like that before. And I believe that somewhere deep down inside, Angelo still cares for him. But I don t see a lot of hope. Can Angelo forgive the past? Jason, if it was me, if I was Marshall, with all I d done to you, could you forgive me? Nat, he sucked in some breath, that s a big question. I don t know. I ve been asking myself that about you. And I think with time, if I saw that you d really changed, I think I d give you another chance. It wouldn t be the same situation. Everything has changed in Marshall s life. An unscrupulous bastard manipulated him, and he couldn t even recognize love until he thought he was going to lose it. You know what I mean? Jason sighed. Some people can t forgive, and maybe you are overestimating Angelo s feelings for Marshall. I don t think so. She sat back. You look tired, Jason said, lifting her feet onto his lap. How about a foot rub? She smiled at him and closed her eyes. * * * * Hal gave his lawyer an exaggerated smile when he walked into the room. He hated that slimy bastard, but the prick was devious enough, maybe, to get his ass out of here. So what s the news? Did the fuck-head go for it? I gave them what they wanted. That Ellie-fuck is going to have ten more years tacked onto his sentence. Hal, Fred Dawson said as he set his briefcase on the table, the prosecutor has agreed to give you an early bail hearing as you requested. However, that doesn t mean they ll release you. In fact, it s highly unlikely given, ah& recent events. What recent events? Victim impact statements. Huh? What fucking victims? Marshall Calletti and Angelo Farelli. What? Hal roared. You got to be kidding me. Those two are conspiring against me, together? Well, I ll be God damned. There s nothing I can do. The prosecutor offered you some time off your sentence and perhaps better conditions if the information you gave led to prosecution. So far, it hasn t. They think your cellmate was putting you on. He never killed that girl in Toronto. Fucking shit! Hal slammed his fist on the table, causing the prison guard to poke his head in the door. Hal calmed himself and leaned across the table. There has to be someway for you to get me out of here. Dawson stood, shook his head. Sorry, Mr. Makin. I didn t really see much hope that the parole board was actually going to take your plea for release very seriously before, but now with those two coming to-- You re worthless, Hal grunted. Dawson sighed. I ll see you, Mr. Makin. Take care. The guard came into the room and motioned with his hand. Hal stood, glared at him. Stupid cocksucker. As he walked down the hallway back toward his cell, he thought of Marshall. In fact, he d never stopped thinking about Marshall. So you re back with your lover-boy now. How nice for you to spend your nights sucking on that big beautiful cock of his. The last time I set eyes on Angelo Farelli, he d been a beautiful hunk of man, nothing like that in this place. Soon, Marshall, we ll meet, because one way or another, I m getting out of this place and then you ll pay for double crossing me, for putting me here. You ll pay, you little whore. I promise. * * * * The lovemaking was tender and almost bittersweet. Angelo kissed him the way he d remembered his kisses, tender, yet passionate, and they sent a thrill throughout his body. Just his kisses caused Marshall to arch his body and whimper his name. When he looked into his eyes and gently caressed his lips with his, Marshall groaned and pulled him closer. Oh God, he couldn t believe that finally, Angelo was back in his arms and that somehow, Angelo had enough mercy inside his heart to really try and make this work. To forgive him with his entire heart, as Angelo seemed prepared now to do, was nothing less than a miracle. Angelo s cock sunk slowly into his ass as he pulled Marshall s feet to his shoulders and bore down into his body. He linked his fingers with Marshall s, plunged deeper and then slowly began to fuck him in a rhythmic dance that was almost hypnotic. Baby, Marshall whispered, reaching out to touch his hair, caress his cheek. Angelo brushed his lips across his hand. Mi amor, Angelo replied in Spanish. My love. He called me his love. The rhythm grew more erratic, the music moving from Bach to something raunchier, raw. The need in Angelo s face intensified and as he fucked him harder. Marshall went with him, his back arching again, head hitting the headboard. His cock shot out its release, his chest heaving as Angelo released his own efforts into his ass, lowering his body to his, stroking his hair. I love you. He kissed his cheek, his ear. Marshall, I love you so much. Marshall s tears rained down his face as he held onto Angelo. Oh God, God, he moaned, caressing Angelo s cheek, only to find that it was also wet with tears. They held each other tight the rest of the night. Marshall fought sleep. He was too afraid that Angelo would leave him in the night, or he d wake up only to find that it was all a dream and he was alone. Eventually, however, he did succumb, and when he opened his eyes again, Angelo was no longer in his arms. He got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. Angelo stood at the bathroom sink, pouring out all the little bottles of booze. Marshall came over and slipped his arms around Angelo from behind. He kissed his shoulder, then laid his cheek there on his back. You ll have to pay for those you know. It s my punishment, for being such a damn fool. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |
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