Island Heat by E. Davies Page B

heavily. “I'll – yeah, I'll see you tomorrow,” he murmured.
    Eli smirked back at Kevin and let his hands slowly slide away from Kevin's waist until he tucked them in his own pockets again. “I can't wait,” he told Kevin, then winked. “Good luck with your meetings.”
    As he walked out the door, he could feel Kevin's eyes falling to the curve of his backside. He glowed, the warm morning sun nothing compared to the glow he felt in his chest for the man he was going to see at his house again in just a day.
    He'd thought he couldn't replace Tom, but he was starting to wonder if he'd found a candidate for his heart.

Chapter 14
Kevin
    “Oh, my god,” was the first drawled sentence Kevin heard from Troy as the door to the dessert bar opened. His best friend practically swayed into the bar and let the door close behind him as he sauntered up to the counter, looking across and into the kitchen where Kevin was baking. “Last night was epic .”
    Kevin tried not to laugh. Until recently, he and his best friend had been opposites: Troy took home or went home with men several nights a week, while Kevin had thought he was straight but had never even considered hooking up with anyone – man, woman, or otherwise. It just hadn't been a priority.
    Until Eli.
    God, the man was gorgeous , and utterly different from any other man he'd met – or at least taken note of. He would never have been able to explain to Troy what Eli was making him feel. It was more than just the thrill of sexual attraction for the first time, or the willingness to waste minutes and hours being romantic for the sake of it. There was a kind of bond he just couldn't describe.
    Troy, on the other hand, was perfectly capable of describing his exploits. He tended not to go into too much detail, but now and then...
    “Gay sex is actually the best. I tell you, you're missing out,” Troy grinned, obviously expecting Kevin to laugh and agree.
    Kevin shook his head fondly. “Why's that?”
    “We did it, like, four times,” Troy grinned. “You wouldn't believe it. And he was so good. Like, he knew how to use his mouth...”
    Kevin held up an oven mitt-covered hand. “Nope, that's the limit right there,” he laughed.
    Troy grinned and sidled around the counter to grab his mixer and spirits list and start taking inventory. “Seriously, you're here all summer. You should try it sometime. We can find you a nice, sweet man who wants to buy you lots of nice things and slip you one – or take it...”
    Kevin laughed again as the timer went off, trying hard not to think about how Eli slipped it in last weekend. It had only happened a few days ago, but he was already itching to try it again. He didn't know if it had been a fluke or if he was genuinely that interested in him, but fuck, it had felt good . He'd barely been able to keep himself from bragging the next morning.
    And they were meeting at Eli's house for lunch tomorrow. The way Eli had looked him up and down, the way he'd pulled him and kissed the fuck out of him... He'd been deliberately winding Kevin's nerves up to leave him on edge and desperate for more.
    It had worked. Thursday couldn't come fast enough.
    “Anyway,” Kevin pointedly laughed. “I'm starting to wonder – remember last night, the table of Greek tycoons?”
    “Oh, yeah,” Troy chuckled. It was hard to forget them. They'd pounded back Troy's classy, beautiful, and expensive cocktails like they were cheap shots in a college bar.
    “Well, they said we should come back next summer.”
    “It's a little soon to be deciding that! If we're even offered a spot.” Troy looked thoughtful now. “You want to come back?”
    “If it keeps making money at this rate, um, yeah ,” Kevin answered emphatically. “Dude, a few summers of this and we could open up anywhere we wanted.” Their lease only ran for the summer on Ember Isle, and then they'd have to move back to Chicago and figure out their next steps. If they made enough to pay back