Chapter 2

Spenser smiled, trying to not look guilty as he entered the living room. Jordan was on his knees, Henrietta in his arms, wiggling and whining her greeting as she licked his nose. Jordan smiled when he saw Spenser, put the happy pooch down, and rose to his feet.

The two men walked to each other, embraced, and kissed.

“My, don’t you smell all fresh and clean—like you just had a shower,” Spenser said.

“Yep, I did. Stopped at the gym after work.”

“Was it hard at the office again today?”

“You could say that.”

“Your boss still giving you a tough time?”

“Not really. I just needed some exercise after sitting behind a desk and staring at a computer screen all day. Besides, I want to keep in shape for ma man.” He kissed Spenser again.

Spenser leaned into the kiss and ran his hands over Jordan’s muscular frame. “And I appreciate it.” He pressed his hardening cock against Jordan and added, “As you can tell.”

Jordan chuckled, reached down, and rubbed Spenser’s package.

Spenser sighed.

“But can we wait awhile before I get to enjoy your appreciation?” Jordan asked. “I’m starving. Something smells real good. Dinner ready?”

Spenser pressed his hard package into Jordan’s hand and gave him another peck. “Well, okay, but promise I get to show you just how much appreciation I have later. Last night you dozed off before I got to bed.”

Jordan raised his right hand. “I promise. Now, what’s for supper? Smells like my favorite—my mom’s Italian spaghetti.”

Spenser gave Jordan another kiss before he stepped back and headed for the kitchen. “Sorry, it’s just Ragu and salad. I didn’t have time to make your mother’s sauce from scratch. But I did brown some hamburger to pump it up a bit. Teachers’ meeting ran late. Sue Washburn had her usual list of complaints. At times I wish I’d never accepted the principal job.”

Jordan and Henrietta followed Spenser out of the living room and into the kitchen. “I’m not gonna complain about your cooking. I can’t boil water. All you get is Domino’s pizza, KFC, or some other crappy fast food when it’s my turn to make dinner. And don’t sell yourself short. You’re doing a great job as principal.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence. But sometimes I just feel overwhelmed, like they picked me cuz I was the easy choice. I’m not really qualified on paper.”

Spenser went to the stove to dish up the meal. “By the way, I didn’t fall in love with you because of your culinary skills.” He turned to the table with two plates of steaming spaghetti. “I fell for a handsome man of impeccable character, who’s made all my dreams come true.”

Jordan gave Spenser a wistful smile. They sat down and joined hands. Spenser said grace. 3

Jordan lay naked, stretched out on the bed as he waited for Spenser to finish up in the bathroom. Henrietta lay next to him. He absently rubbed her tummy with one hand, while he played with his limp cock with the other.

“Come on, buddy. We can do this,” he whispered to the flaccid organ. “Come on, wake up! Spense is expecting us to make love. I can’t keep making excuses.” Jordan stroked his dick in an attempt to revive it.

It’d been awhile since Jordan and Spenser had been intimate. Not only did Jordan truly desire to have sex with his boyfriend, he was afraid Spenser would either feel Jordan didn’t love him as much as he claimed to, or Spenser would suspect something if he continued to put his lover off. And Jordan didn’t want that.

Jordan did love Spenser. That wasn’t the problem. Nor was it a case of his not finding his boyfriend sexy as hell. Spenser’s well-toned body, handsome face, startling blue eyes, and ginger hair and beard were a real turn-on. But Jordan had done two long shoots that day at the studio, as well as every day that week. He’d been required to cum more than once if the director wasn’t satisfied with the take the first time.

Despite the fact that he was a young, virile, porn actor, it took time to recharge your batteries and get the testosterone flowing again after so many multiple orgasms. He’d taken a little, blue, diamond-shaped pill before getting into bed, his second of the day. He hoped it would kick in soon. Any minute Spenser would be coming through the door. He needed to be ready to show the man how truly happy he was that they were together.

Jordan fought off the nagging, recurring thought that having Spenser move in with him had been a mistake. It had been so much easier to keep his dual life a secret when they’d just been dating—when there’d been spaces in their togetherness. Now that they were with each other every day, sleeping together every night, coming up with excuses and subterfuges to hide his real profession was becoming harder and harder. And they’d only been living together a couple of months. How much longer could Jordan keep who he really was from being discovered?

He’d toyed with the idea of coming clean and admitting to Spenser what he did for a living, but had nixed it almost immediately. Even though he was gay, Spenser was a clean-cut, all American, morally upright guy from a very religious family. He was principal of the lower school at a Christian academy for God’s…oops…goodness sake! Spenser was taking a chance on losing his job—and maybe even his family—just coming out as gay, let alone being in a relationship and living with a man. The thunderbolts would surely break forth from the heavens if that man turned out to be a porn star.