Bad to Be Worthy (Bad to Be Good #2) - Andrew Grey Page 0,49

definitely times when talking was overrated.

GEROME WOULD never get tired of the deep, enticing sounds Tucker made in his throat. There was something about Tucker that made Gerome want more. Nothing was ever enough. After athletic sex, they had gone to sleep only to wake as a storm blew in, thunder rolling and rocking around them as Tucker climbed on top of him. God, that was amazing, and as Tucker sank down onto him, his breath hitched in the darkness, lightning flashing. Gerome’s gasp was swallowed by the thunder as it shook the building. Or it could have been the desire that bloomed inside him that left Gerome quivering on the bed.

He lost track of the number of times he and Tucker came together in the night. Every time he rolled over, Tucker drew nearer, his lips finding Gerome’s, and they started again. The night eventually quieted, and they slept until light streamed in the window.

Gerome sat up in bed, wiping his hands down his face, groaning as his muscles protested. He hoped to heck that Tucker wasn’t sore, but that was probably wishful thinking.

Tucker’s hair was all he could see poking out of the bedding. He didn’t move, other than the covers slowly rising and falling. Gerome got up and went to the bathroom. He checked the clock as he passed, and after relieving himself, he returned to the bed for another hour. Tucker drew closer, humming softly in his sleep. Gerome closed his eyes and dozed, waking just before the alarm sounded.

“What time is it?” Tucker moaned softly, lifting his head. “Oh God, it’s too early.” He lay back down, covering his head with a groan.

“It’s nearly eight.”

“So?” came a muffled reply. “You had your way with me all night long. I need my rest.” Tucker groaned and burrowed under the covers. “A guy can only take so much passion, and then he needs some sleep.”

“If I remember, you were the one who—”

Tucker laughed and burrowed closer. “Yeah, I know.” He lifted his head once again, eyes shining. “You were amazing.” He rested his head on Gerome’s chest, and Gerome gently stroked his shoulder. He liked this, just some time for the two of them to be together. Gerome was still satiated, and before—back in Detroit—that would have meant getting the guy who warmed his bed out the door as quickly as possible. Now all he wanted was to lie here with Tucker in the quiet, only the two of them, with the rest of the world outside the door… and it could stay there, as far as he was concerned.

“Just rest awhile. I don’t need to be to work until ten,” he said softly.

Tucker nodded and didn’t move, his breathing evening out once again. Gerome loved that Tucker just went back to sleep. At least he was able to watch him this time.

A knocking reached Gerome’s ears. He listened again but didn’t hear anything. He had settled back in the bed when the knock sounded again, soft but definitely there.

Gerome got out of bed, pulled on his robe, and went into the other room. This time sniffling caught his hearing, and he went to the door and opened it slowly, finding Joshie outside the door, tears running down his cheeks, the Matchbox car clutched in his hand.

“What are you doing out here?’ Gerome asked, lifting Joshie into his arms. “Are you hungry? Where’s your mommy?”

“Sleeping and she won’t wake up. I shaked her and everything.” He wrapped his arms around Gerome’s neck, and Gerome carried Joshie inside to the bedroom.

“Tucker, it’s Cheryl. Joshie is scared,” he said.

Tucker lifted himself out of the bed as Gerome left him to dress quickly. “What’s wrong?” Tucker asked, disheveled and running his fingers through his hair, jeans hanging on his narrow hips.

“Mommy won’t wake up,” Joshie said, still hugging Gerome tightly. He was clearly very scared and confused.

Tucker sprang into action, grabbed his shirt, and raced out of the apartment. Gerome followed and went into the other apartment as Tucker entered her room.

“Cheryl,” Tucker said loudly. “What happened?” he asked more softly as Gerome stood outside the door.

“I’m okay,” Cheryl answered softly. Gerome put Joshie down, and he ran into the room. “I guess I was just really tired.” She hugged Joshie, and Gerome and Tucker left the room so the two of them could be alone.

“Is she ill again?” Gerome asked.

“I don’t know. She woke up right away but seemed kind of flushed. I’ll let her calm Joshie down and