Heretics book 3 - The Apocryphile Press

THE KINGDOM :: 259
“That was cool, do that again!” shouted the bear.
“Do what again?” asked Richard, not slowing down.
“That shaking thing with your body—it was niiiice.”
Just then Richard felt himself pushing over the edge. He
ground himself into the bear’s guts as a shock of white lightning
lit up his brain. Richard panted and pushed and cried
out loud until the spasms slowed.
Catching the end of the condom in one hand to hold it in
place, Richard pulled out before he got too soft. “Thanks,
man, that was great.” He kissed the bear on the cheek, and
turned away toward the showers.
Turning the knob of his combination lock, he fairly radiated
relief, noting the almost complete lack of tension in his
limbs. He was just pulling his T-shirt over his head when he
heard a voice that froze him in his tracks.
“You’re too cute. Does your bigness match your cuteness?”
Richard paused to be sure, but there was no doubt. It
was Alan Dane’s voice, using the exact same line he had used
when Richard had met him so many months before in this
very place.
Holding his breath, Richard leaned against the lockers, listening.
Quietly, he made his way to the end of the row of
lockers, and peeked around to the next row. He drew back
quickly. Dane had been standing in front of an open locker,
facing away from him, toward the showers, flirting with a
guy several lockers down.
Richard listened to his own heart nearly beat through his
chest as he waited. After what seemed like an eternity, Dane
shut his locker, and snapped a combination lock into a hole
in the handle. Richard heard the click as it locked, and continued
to listen as Dane’s voice slowly diminished with distance.
Richard’s mind raced. There’s no way Dane would leave
the Ring of Solomon at home—especially after being “bur-