Rory (Coded for Love 1)

The totem of his erection inside her was her anchor and her pleasure beacon, and her body responded, following an innate rhythm, and she laughed gleefully, thrilled by her own brazen sexuality, She’d never felt this way, like willingly giving everything, opening herself in ways she would never have thought possible.

“Good,” he asked, eyes gleaming as he looked up at her.

Sky grinned. He looked so gorgeous and she was fucking him. “Understatement,” she breathed.

An alarm was ringing somewhere, distracting her, but barely.

“The timer is buzzing,” she cried out, her hands latched over his shoulders, her hips fast stirring them both to frenzy point.

“Let it burn,” he replied, hoarsely, “It can wait, this can’t.”

No, this can’t wait.

CHAPTER TWELVE

The morning chatter in the tradesman’s café zoned Rory out.

The Tuesday-Thursday girl smiled at him from behind the counter while he gave their order. She was pretty cute, and she kept giving him the come-on. He’d been thinking of asking her out on a date. Then Sky had happened.

Once the order was in, he looked away from Tuesday-Thursday girl and glanced out the window. He didn’t see the people on the street outside though, he saw Sky. Her smile filled his mind, the sound of her laughter too. How had she done this? She’d made him crazy, not fit to think about much else but her. The mischief in her eyes alone was powerful enough to trigger his sex drive, let alone when she moved in against him with a beckoning look in those eyes.

He admitted it to himself now, and it brought about a pressing concern.

Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he scrolled through his contacts until he got to Draco’s number. Then he paused and gave it some serious thought. Ever since their run in with Jackson, it’d been preying on his mind. Draco should know he wasn’t just ‘hanging out’ with Sky.

How was he going to explain it though? And how would Draco react?

He’d always been weird about the attraction between them, as if he couldn’t completely shake off the family angle, even though he was the one who mocked it more openly than the rest of them. His favorite thing was to tell their parents he didn’t subscribe to their Brady Bunch set up. So why did it grate on him when his sister was with Rory? Maybe Draco had an issue with Sky seeing a computer hacker, ex or not. The idea ticked Rory off, and he hit dial.

They hadn’t been in touch for a while, not properly, and not since they’d moved out of the one room dive they used to share. The guilt about Sean’s arrest weighed heavily on them both, but they’d dealt with it in different ways. Rory channeled his energies towards his love of motorbikes and his new job as a mechanic. Draco moved out of the city for a dull-as-ditchwater job dismantling computers for recycling. Recently, though, Draco’s Facebook status had been updated, for the first time in months. Draco was back in London, for a job, apparently.

“Rory?” Draco sounded tense. “What can I do for you? Is Sky okay?”

“Yes, she’s fine. I saw her home. Look, can we meet? There’s something I need to talk to you about.”

“News about Sean?”

Draco sounded hopeful, and Rory’s gut tightened. It created tension between them, amongst other things. “No, nothing new there. Sorry to say he’s going to have to serve the full sentence. It’s Jackson, in part, I want to discuss what I intend to do, get you on board. And there’s something else, but I’d rather meet face-to-face. Are you back in London full time?”

“I am. Shall I come down to the workshop at the close of business?”

“Sounds good.”

* * * *

“What’s with the suit?” Rory said when Draco strolled in later that evening.

He couldn’t help but ask. He’d noticed it the other night, but there hadn’t been time to ask. Today Draco was wearing an even flashier number. Blue three piece suit, with a crisp white shirt, blue tie.

Draco glanced around, waved over at George. He’d visited a couple of times when Rory first got started there, but not recently. “I got a job in the city.”

“Seriously?” Rory was impressed. Then a doubt hit him. Was he still hacking? If he was, it still didn’t explain the suit, although Rory wasn’t totally convinced Draco would stick to the pact they’d made when Sean was arrested.

Rory wiped his hands on a rag and stood up. “I’d offer to shake hands but I wouldn’t want to muss up your snazzy outfit.”

“Yeah, well I’m not sure I want to shake hands.” Draco eyeballed him meaningfully.

Rory ignored it. “What is it you’re doing?”