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    Reece’s eyes widened in shock when Keeley squealed and he suddenly found himself with an armful of a hugging and kissing Keeley. Reece wrapped his arms around him, smiling over at Devlin. “Guess he liked the flowers.”
    Devlin smirked, nodding his head as he sat down to the table. “Can we eat now?”
    Reece looked down at Keeley, smiling at him. “Hungry, baby?”
    “Oh, I’m starving. I haven’t eaten since yesterday afternoon,” Keeley replied.
    “Well then, let’s sit down and eat,” Reece said as he grabbed a chair and held it out for Keeley. Once he had sat down, Reece grabbed another chair and pulled it over next to Keeley’s and sat down.
    It didn’t take long for all three men to dig in and begin eating. There was silence for a little while, everyone enjoying the food that Keeley had prepared. Finally, Devlin patted his full stomach and he looked over at Keeley with interest.
    “So, Keeley, what’s with the nail polish?”
    “You don’t like it?” Keeley asked, holding up his hand out at arm’s length and tilting it back and forth in the light. “I have other colors—dark red, pink, even purple.”
    “No, no, it’s nice. Very becoming,” Devlin replied.
    “Thank you. I like it.” Keeley grinned, then looked over at Reece. “What do you think? Do you like it?”
    Reece wasn’t sure how to answer Keeley. Strangely enough, he did like the nail polish. It just seemed to suit Keeley’s personality. What he was having a hard time with was the fact that Keeley, a man, wore it—and that it turned him on.
    “Keeley.” Reece began, trying to find the words to tell Keeley he liked it, but he wasn’t sure he was supposed to. Men just weren’t supposed to be into stuff like that.
    “You don’t like it?” Keeley asked quietly, lowering his hand back to his lap as he looked down at his empty plate.
    “Reece, tell him the truth,” Devlin suggested as he stood to his feet and walked out of the room, leaving the two of them alone together.
    Reece looked over at Keeley’s bowed head, feeling like all kinds of a fool. Keeley had been so excited when he had come into the kitchen and Reece’s lack of comment had sucked all of that wonderful enthusiasm right out of him. Reece was an idiot.
    Deciding that he would rather have Keeley happy than sad, no matter what the cost, Reece reached over and picked Keeley up, settling him down in his lap. He reached over with his hand and lifted Keeley’s chin, forcing him to look at him.
    “I do like the nail polish, maybe too much. All I’ve been able to think about since you walked into the room is throwing you down on the nearest flat surface and fucking you until neither of us could walk.”
    “Why too much? If you like it, what’s the problem?”
    “Oh, baby, it’s not so much that.” Reece shook his head. “You have to remember that I’m new to this type of thing. And I guess, being who I am, I’ve always thought that there was a way for men to act and a way for women to act. You don’t fit into that mold.”
    “And that’s a bad thing? Do you want me to act more like you? I can, if that’s what you want. I don’t have to wear the nail polish and the eye liner and stuff. I can just—” Keeley said quickly.
    “No, baby, no. I like the way you look.” Reece stroked his hands down Keeley’s back trying to soothe him. “I’m just not used to it. You have to remember, I’m the alpha of my pack. I hold my position by my power and my strength, by being a man. I don’t have any experience with someone like you.”
    “Do you—am I—I need to think about this,” Keeley said as he pushed himself away from Reece and stood to his feet. “I’m going to go upstairs for a little while.”
    “Damn it, Keeley, you’re not listening to me,” Reece yelled as he jumped to his feet. “I like the way you look. Those tighter-than-fuck jeans, the fact that you’re still wearing my shirt, the belly button ring, the nail polish, all