past came crashing upon him. Some were young and innocent, since they were from their childhood.
There were also more carnal and sensual moments they’d had together, highlighting the way too few times when they’d been intimate—at least, until Dale had gone and blown it, throwing away the only man he’d ever loved.
Very little about Brody had changed. He still wore his blond hair short but a bit shaggy so it looked stylishly messy. His blue eyes were as bright as ever, the long lashes that framed them looking sexy without coming off as feminine. Hell, Dale felt pretty certain Brody was even wearing the same University of Michigan tee he’d sported in high school.
The only thing that had changed was Brody’s body. Gone was the gangly teen build and in its place stood the hard, compact, muscular body of a man. The tight jeans he wore showed off every inch of those assets perfectly, too.
They both stood there, facing off like in some kind of old-time Western—Dale struck dumb at the sight of the man he cared so much about, Brody shooting off a murderous glare.
Well aware of the fact they had a teenage audience and that they couldn’t stand there all day, Dale nervously cleared his throat and said, “Hey, how are things going?”
Brody answered by slamming the door in Dale’s face, the loud sound seeming to echo down the street. Stunned, he could do nothing but stare at the piece of wood, almost as if he could look at it long enough for it to simply vanish and the incident to never have taken place. Then he heard a soft giggle coming from the next yard over and he knew he had to do something.
Turning to point a finger at Ayla, he warned, “Not a word from you.”
That only made her laugh harder. More determined than ever, Dale turned and pounded on the door again. “Open up, Brody. We need to talk.”
“Fuck off!” was the muffled response.
Dale almost replied that he would like to do just that with Brody, but he held his tongue out of respect for the young ears nearby.
“Come on. Don’t do this,” Dale pleaded.
“Oh, yeah. We wouldn’t want to inconvenience Mr Air Force by making him have to stand outside in the hot weather.”
“It’s the middle of winter, so it’s not warm at all. In fact, I’m freezing my balls off. Plus, I’m not in the Air Force anymore.”
“What? Did they kick you out for being a douchepickle?”
Dale pulled a face. Douchepickle ? Brody always came up with the strangest comebacks.
“I don’t think they discharge people from the military for that.”
“You’re lucky then, because if they did, you would have been the first one given the boot.”
“He’s right, you know? You would have been out on day one,” Ayla added.
Letting out a groan, Dale rested his forehead against the wood. “Please, baby. Just let me in. All I’m asking for is five minutes.”
The door opened so fast that Dale actually stumbled a few steps before he recovered and straightened. He glanced up to see Brody’s eyes shooting daggers. While it should have alarmed Dale, the sight of Brody—all hot, his cheeks flushed with emotion and eyes dark with fury—was a bigger turn-on than any porn site.
“You have no right to call me ‘baby’,” Brody seethed.
“You’re right. I’m sorry.” Dale held his hands up in surrender. “Will you at least give me a chance to talk to you?”
When Brody still hesitated, Dale added, “Please?”
Turning, Brody walked further inside the house. “Fine—you have the five minutes you want. After that, you can get the hell out of my house and this time I never want to see you again.”
Damn, but it hurt to hear those words coming from Brody, but Dale knew he deserved them and so much more. He’d fucked up big time…he knew it more than anybody. But, he also knew that he was willing to do anything to make it up to Brody. Even if it meant a lifetime’s worth of grovelling.
Glancing back at Ayla, Dale had to bite back the laughter at the
There were also more carnal and sensual moments they’d had together, highlighting the way too few times when they’d been intimate—at least, until Dale had gone and blown it, throwing away the only man he’d ever loved.
Very little about Brody had changed. He still wore his blond hair short but a bit shaggy so it looked stylishly messy. His blue eyes were as bright as ever, the long lashes that framed them looking sexy without coming off as feminine. Hell, Dale felt pretty certain Brody was even wearing the same University of Michigan tee he’d sported in high school.
The only thing that had changed was Brody’s body. Gone was the gangly teen build and in its place stood the hard, compact, muscular body of a man. The tight jeans he wore showed off every inch of those assets perfectly, too.
They both stood there, facing off like in some kind of old-time Western—Dale struck dumb at the sight of the man he cared so much about, Brody shooting off a murderous glare.
Well aware of the fact they had a teenage audience and that they couldn’t stand there all day, Dale nervously cleared his throat and said, “Hey, how are things going?”
Brody answered by slamming the door in Dale’s face, the loud sound seeming to echo down the street. Stunned, he could do nothing but stare at the piece of wood, almost as if he could look at it long enough for it to simply vanish and the incident to never have taken place. Then he heard a soft giggle coming from the next yard over and he knew he had to do something.
Turning to point a finger at Ayla, he warned, “Not a word from you.”
That only made her laugh harder. More determined than ever, Dale turned and pounded on the door again. “Open up, Brody. We need to talk.”
“Fuck off!” was the muffled response.
Dale almost replied that he would like to do just that with Brody, but he held his tongue out of respect for the young ears nearby.
“Come on. Don’t do this,” Dale pleaded.
“Oh, yeah. We wouldn’t want to inconvenience Mr Air Force by making him have to stand outside in the hot weather.”
“It’s the middle of winter, so it’s not warm at all. In fact, I’m freezing my balls off. Plus, I’m not in the Air Force anymore.”
“What? Did they kick you out for being a douchepickle?”
Dale pulled a face. Douchepickle ? Brody always came up with the strangest comebacks.
“I don’t think they discharge people from the military for that.”
“You’re lucky then, because if they did, you would have been the first one given the boot.”
“He’s right, you know? You would have been out on day one,” Ayla added.
Letting out a groan, Dale rested his forehead against the wood. “Please, baby. Just let me in. All I’m asking for is five minutes.”
The door opened so fast that Dale actually stumbled a few steps before he recovered and straightened. He glanced up to see Brody’s eyes shooting daggers. While it should have alarmed Dale, the sight of Brody—all hot, his cheeks flushed with emotion and eyes dark with fury—was a bigger turn-on than any porn site.
“You have no right to call me ‘baby’,” Brody seethed.
“You’re right. I’m sorry.” Dale held his hands up in surrender. “Will you at least give me a chance to talk to you?”
When Brody still hesitated, Dale added, “Please?”
Turning, Brody walked further inside the house. “Fine—you have the five minutes you want. After that, you can get the hell out of my house and this time I never want to see you again.”
Damn, but it hurt to hear those words coming from Brody, but Dale knew he deserved them and so much more. He’d fucked up big time…he knew it more than anybody. But, he also knew that he was willing to do anything to make it up to Brody. Even if it meant a lifetime’s worth of grovelling.
Glancing back at Ayla, Dale had to bite back the laughter at the
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