Page 37 of Endlessly Raphael
“Oh.” Haven smiles. “Cool.”
He’s so easily accepting of my lame explanations that I take a moment to thank the gods of old.
“I’m full,” Haven announces. “I’m ready for dessert.”
“I thought you were full.”
With a grin on his face, he says, “You’re dessert.”
FOURTEEN
Haven
Not gonna lie. Rapha is quirky as hell, but for some reason I really dig it. It’s like some old soul got trapped in a super-hot young dude, and I’m here for it. He’s interesting and deep. Getting to know him is fun.
We take the elevator back to his apartment, and my mouth is practically watering for another taste of this man. When the doors slide open, it’s eerily quiet, which makes sense given the time. There are only two men on the couch, wrapped around each other, watching a movie.
The older man with long blond hair sits up and focuses on us, then nods at Raphael and settles back in with his man.
“Who’s that?”
“Eros and Justice. Justice was part of a cult before we met him. They spend a lot of time helping him catch up on world events and pop culture he missed out on.”
“Wow.” I glance over my shoulder at them as we pass. “That must be so strange for him.”
“Yes, but he’s a quick and eager learner. And resilient. Not many people could adapt so easily to everything thrown in that man’s path.”
“You like him?”
“Yes. He’s good for Eros and he fits our group well. When you’re with one of us, you’re with all of us.”
“That’s how my family is too. I mean, when you’re not the black sheep like I am.”
“I’m sorry, Haven.”
“It’s cool.”
I hover behind Rapha as he opens his door and steps to the side to let me pass.
“No reason to lock the doors, I guess.”
“No,” Rapha says. “It’s safe here.”
“Can anyone get up to this floor?”
“The entry downstairs is controlled beyond the elevators, and quite frankly, even if someone were able to outsmart the security and get up here, well, may the gods have mercy on their soul.”
I grin at him as I kick off my shoes in the entry. “What gods?”
Rapha smiles. “Any of them.”
“Well, whatever god made you knew what he or she was doing.” I step forward and rub against him, sliding my hand down his chest. “I want you to make me pray, but first, I need a shower.”
“Right this way.”
I follow Rapha through his apartment to the bedroom, tugging my shirt over my head as we walk. In the bathroom, he starts the shower for me. He’s set out my toiletries on the counter already. Dang, I cannot wait until I can live in a place like this full time. No more hovels for me.
“Could I interest you in joining me?” I waggle my eyebrows at a fully dressed Raphael. “You could wash my back and I could choke on your dick.”