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going-away-to-college thing?”
“I did.” Nolan nodded. “Stanford law.”
“Impressive.”
Kieran sighed, rubbing his hand over his floppy, curly hair and mussing it up. “I didn’t go to college. I’m a high-school-dropout shmuck.”
His embarrassment was endearing, coming from a man who exuded confidence and charm. Lore never would have thought something like this could have such an effect on him. “There are many words I can use to describe you, but ‘schmuck’ is not one of them, Kieran.”
Nolan smiled in sympathy at Kieran, brushing some odd standing strands of hair back into place. “He also leaves the part about being an art prodigy out, but he’s modest.”
“Prodigy?”
“Kieran here is a well-known artist and even more famous photographer. He’s had shows of his photography in the surrounding cities, and one or two across the country.”
“That’s amazing, Kieran,” Lore praised, leaning forward and squeezing his hand in support. She could see his confidence and charm didn’t come from his success as an artist; in fact, he seemed modest and almost embarrassed by the fact.
“What do you shoot?” she asked, wanting to know more about these intelligent and talented men.
“People, places, things.” He shrugged, reaching to retake her hand and knead the palm in a small massage.
“So, just nouns?” Lore wanted to keep the conversation light and tried desperately to ignore the rate of her pulse as it sped up from having his hand rubbing hers.
“Mostly. Actions can be fun too, though.”
“Actions?”
“Two hands grasping. A man’s finger skimming a woman’s cheek. A kiss.” His lips touched her fingers lightly, his gaze never leaving hers. “A thigh tensing as it’s held by a lover.”
At his words, Nolan reached over and skimmed his hand along Kieran’s thigh, evoking an image of the two men entangled in one another. A dark room. A large bed. Two strong and dominant men, one light, one dark, ensnared in a sensual battle to overcome the other with pleasure. A hand tightens on a nape, demanding submission. A grunt echoes through the room as a stiff cock is brushed against a firm ass, seeking entrance . Then a new image, one with three figures instead of two, flashed through her mind. The men no longer seeking to win a sexual battle, but now basking in the pleasure of the feminine silhouette between them. They kiss and lave her body with licks and bites, cooing at her, demanding more from her as she moans her pleasure. She is lost, not knowing who gives her what sensation, just knowing she is surrounded by them. Lost in a loving so intense she no longer understands who she was or who she has become.
Lore stood abruptly, wrenching her hand from Kieran’s. To her embarrassment, she realized she was breathing heavily and felt her face flush with mortification. The men both stood, concerned.
“Are you all right?” Nolan asked, squeezing her shoulder in reassurance. His touch soothed and agitated her at the same time, only serving to ramp up her confusion.
“Yes, yes. I’m sorry. I just remembered I—”
“Have an appointment?” Kieran asked, crossing his arms doubtfully.
“Correct. I’ll see you on Sunday at class, Kieran.”
She picked up her belongings and headed toward the door, but before she moved three steps, a strong grip on her elbow stopped her.
“No chance we’ll get a yes on a dinner invitation this time? We still owe you for helping us change that tire.” Nolan’s hopeful face was almost too devastating to disappoint. But she couldn’t say yes. These men were dangerous for her emotional stability.
“Perhaps some other time. Bye.”
She didn’t look back as she headed out to her car, but acknowledged that it was getting harder and harder to deny them.
Chapter Five
It was official. Lore abhorred yoga. She told herself she endured the torture to stay limber. In reality, she’d started exercising, no matter how much she already knew she hated
“I did.” Nolan nodded. “Stanford law.”
“Impressive.”
Kieran sighed, rubbing his hand over his floppy, curly hair and mussing it up. “I didn’t go to college. I’m a high-school-dropout shmuck.”
His embarrassment was endearing, coming from a man who exuded confidence and charm. Lore never would have thought something like this could have such an effect on him. “There are many words I can use to describe you, but ‘schmuck’ is not one of them, Kieran.”
Nolan smiled in sympathy at Kieran, brushing some odd standing strands of hair back into place. “He also leaves the part about being an art prodigy out, but he’s modest.”
“Prodigy?”
“Kieran here is a well-known artist and even more famous photographer. He’s had shows of his photography in the surrounding cities, and one or two across the country.”
“That’s amazing, Kieran,” Lore praised, leaning forward and squeezing his hand in support. She could see his confidence and charm didn’t come from his success as an artist; in fact, he seemed modest and almost embarrassed by the fact.
“What do you shoot?” she asked, wanting to know more about these intelligent and talented men.
“People, places, things.” He shrugged, reaching to retake her hand and knead the palm in a small massage.
“So, just nouns?” Lore wanted to keep the conversation light and tried desperately to ignore the rate of her pulse as it sped up from having his hand rubbing hers.
“Mostly. Actions can be fun too, though.”
“Actions?”
“Two hands grasping. A man’s finger skimming a woman’s cheek. A kiss.” His lips touched her fingers lightly, his gaze never leaving hers. “A thigh tensing as it’s held by a lover.”
At his words, Nolan reached over and skimmed his hand along Kieran’s thigh, evoking an image of the two men entangled in one another. A dark room. A large bed. Two strong and dominant men, one light, one dark, ensnared in a sensual battle to overcome the other with pleasure. A hand tightens on a nape, demanding submission. A grunt echoes through the room as a stiff cock is brushed against a firm ass, seeking entrance . Then a new image, one with three figures instead of two, flashed through her mind. The men no longer seeking to win a sexual battle, but now basking in the pleasure of the feminine silhouette between them. They kiss and lave her body with licks and bites, cooing at her, demanding more from her as she moans her pleasure. She is lost, not knowing who gives her what sensation, just knowing she is surrounded by them. Lost in a loving so intense she no longer understands who she was or who she has become.
Lore stood abruptly, wrenching her hand from Kieran’s. To her embarrassment, she realized she was breathing heavily and felt her face flush with mortification. The men both stood, concerned.
“Are you all right?” Nolan asked, squeezing her shoulder in reassurance. His touch soothed and agitated her at the same time, only serving to ramp up her confusion.
“Yes, yes. I’m sorry. I just remembered I—”
“Have an appointment?” Kieran asked, crossing his arms doubtfully.
“Correct. I’ll see you on Sunday at class, Kieran.”
She picked up her belongings and headed toward the door, but before she moved three steps, a strong grip on her elbow stopped her.
“No chance we’ll get a yes on a dinner invitation this time? We still owe you for helping us change that tire.” Nolan’s hopeful face was almost too devastating to disappoint. But she couldn’t say yes. These men were dangerous for her emotional stability.
“Perhaps some other time. Bye.”
She didn’t look back as she headed out to her car, but acknowledged that it was getting harder and harder to deny them.
Chapter Five
It was official. Lore abhorred yoga. She told herself she endured the torture to stay limber. In reality, she’d started exercising, no matter how much she already knew she hated
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