Read A Memory Away for Free Online Page B

subsequent beating. It was because he was back in an alley but this time he had Kyle Gerritsen pressed up against a damp wall and was shoving his hands up under the tailored shirt the other man wore and biting and licking at his neck as Kyle gasped out his pleasure to the night sky.
Jonah pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes and swore as the dream started to slip away. He could still feel Kyle’s cool, soft skin under his hands and his hot breath skating over his cheek and, most of all, the way his slender hands had felt as they had clutched at his hips and dragged Jonah in as close as he could to grind their hips together.
It was only when he took his hands away from his eyes and rolled over onto his stomach that he discovered he was as hard as a rock and his arousal was so acute as to be nearly painful. He rolled back onto his back abruptly and clapped a hand back over his eyes, muttering, “I think I liked getting my ass kicked better.”
The throbbing in his shorts begged to differ.

Chapter 5 .
Kyle Gerritsen was sitting behind his desk and staring unseeingly down at the pile of invoices he was meant to be sorting through and instead was trying to get his mind back on track and away from one Detective Jonah Goldman. Since the other man had come back into his life he had run the entire spectrum of human emotions – twice– and was starting to feel the effects of the distressingly frequent rushes of adrenalin even the mention of the man’s name seemed to garner.
He wasn’t sleeping well, barely two or three hours uninterrupted a night. His appetite had dropped so profoundly that not even the combined efforts of Shea and Ga-Ga – normally undefeatable – managed to conquer the leftovers. He leaned back in his chair and rubbed a hand wearily over his eyes, sighing quietly to himself. He also wasn’t a big fan of the heavy feeling of guilt that seemed to weigh his every step since recognising Jonah again. Although still considerably annoyed that he was that forgettable, Kyle nevertheless was feeling more and more disquieted every time he saw the big detective that he was in effect lying to him with every breath he took.
His eyes drifted to Shea’s picture on his desk and he reached for it, staring down with a small frown on his face. Even though Shea was the very definition of unplanned Kyle couldn’t imagine his life without him now and he likewise couldn’t imagine what he’d feel if the situation was reversed and Jonah had their child and hadn’t told him of his existence.
Anger, certainly, and there would be hurt too. Hurt that he had missed out on so much already and hurt that, with every day that passed in silence, more opportunities to see his son would be lost. Kyle traced a finger over Shea’s image and bit his lip – he loved him so much and being denied the chance to see him grow up was pretty much his definition of hell. He tried to think what Jonah’s reaction would be if he told him of his son’s existence. It seemed unlikely that the older man would restrain himself to the icy anger that Kyle was sure he would display under similar circumstances. Jonah seemed much more the kind to let his emotions full rein and Kyle was more than a little afraid to find out what it would be like to be on the receiving end of a Jonah blinded by rage. 
His mind drifted again and he thought back to the night of Shea’s conception and meeting Jonah in the club. He and Megan had been out with a group of friends from Kyle’s drama school and they were holding a joint celebration for one of their number scoring a part in the chorus line of an off-Broadway gig and Megan being hired as a session singer for a CD of classic R & B covers.  They had been young and riding high on success – the ones of the moment and the ones imagined in their futures – and Kyle had been on the dance floor lost to the music when he had first become aware he was being watched. He had looked around under his lashes He was