All Chapters of Mi Amor: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

It was too much for my brain to process. Vlad was dead, and the men who killed him were looking for the box of money he’d left in my storage unit -- a box that the FBI had. What did that mean for me?Angus leaned forward. “Maybe it would be better for you to go back to your parents in New Jersey.”“Like they couldn’t follow me there? No thank you.”We sat there and stared at each other until he said, “Do you think I could take a shower?”“Excuse me?”“I’m going to stick around for a while, in case anyone tries to contact you. But it’s been an awful long time since I was clean. The sewer plant’s a pretty smelly place.”“I’ll get you a towel,” I said, standing up.While he was in the shower, I pulled out a black T-shirt, a pair of slacks, and a black silk thong. When he came out, the towel wrapped around his waist, his red hair sticking up in damp spikes, I handed him the pile. “You’re about my size. You can’t put your dirty clothes back on.”He looked at the pile. “A thong’s not my sty

Lying there in my bedroom, Angus Green in the other room, I felt so sad and yet horny that I wanted to walk out there naked, interrupt whatever he was doing, and give myself up to him. He was adorable, he was gay, he was there. Just like the saying goes, my stiff dick had no conscience.I reached down to touch myself. There was a tiny bubble of precum at the tip of my dick. I touched it, rubbed it lightly down my shaft.Then my cell phone rang.It was out in the living room, so I had to scramble into a pair of shorts and hurry out there. Angus was holding the phone out to me and didn’t seem to notice that my dick was pressing against my shorts. “Go ahead, answer it,” Angus said.“Adam Beller, Beller Beach.”“You have something that belongs to me.” The voice was gruff, with a heavy Russian accent.I was tempted to reply “Big trouble for moose and squirrel,” as if we were in a Rocky and Bullwinkle cartoon, but instead I forced myself to say, “Who’s this?”“Who I am is not your business.

Angus was at the end of the long pier by the time I reached it, and he leaned down to give me a hand up. An elderly man from a sailboat was watching us from his deck, and Angus borrowed a towel from him for me.“You okay?” Angus asked, as I sat there shivering on the deck, a big, colorful striped towel wrapped around me.“What happened to you? How come you didn’t pick those guys off before they got to me?”“We didn’t see the first guy until he was already on top of you. Couldn’t risk a shot with you right next to him. But you did good, getting away.”“Well, I didn’t want a tour of the sewer plant on Virginia Key.”By the time Angus delivered me back to my apartment, Jean-Jacques was there. “Who told you to go be a hero?” he demanded. “I about died of fright when Angus called me.”There was something going on between them -- a couple of glances only another gay man would notice -- but I was too tired and cold to dwell on it. “I need a hot shower.”“I’ll leave him in your capable hands,

“Maybe I shouldn’t go,” I said, as Javier pulled his BMW into the parking garage at Miami International Airport. My flight to Boston was due to leave in an hour and a half, and I was feeling travel jitters.“Don’t be silly, mi amor,” Javier said. “This is the chance of a lifetime. I wish I could come with you, but we’ll talk and Skype and see each other at your school breaks.”I loved the way Javier talked, the occasional rolled r, the way every Spanish word—even street names—got the perfect Castilian pronunciation. He was almost unbelievably handsome: dark curly hair, with one stray lock that dropped over his forehead; cinnamon skin, deep green eyes, and lips that were so full and luscious, I longed to kiss them again and again.My life changed the day Javier Marisco and I first flirted, in the floral department at the Publix on South Beach. That evening, at a party I was organizing, we’d shared an amazing lip-lock, followed by falling head-over-heels in love. Since then, he’d been t

I tried to make up for lost time with Javier that weekend, but I had a couple of case studies to read for my finance and marketing courses and a lot of accounting problems to tackle, and Javier was taking a management course at FIU, so he had work to do too, as well as fine-tuning his projections for the new project.We spent most of our time together, our laptops back to back. We worked together on one of his assignments and one of mine, and our collaboration made them both better. Saturday evening we met Javier’s sister Liana and her husband at one of the cool new burger joints tucked away in a corner of the beach, where the beer was microbrewed and the beef locally sourced.Liana was as beautiful as Javier was handsome, the same dark hair with a gentle curl, olive skin and large, expressive brown eyes. “I’m so pleased to meet you,” she said. “Javier has told me so much about you.”“All of it untrue, probably,” I said.She turned to her husband, a big bear of a guy, tall and broad-s