stops and restrooms?”
“Dark alleys and dance floors, bathhouses.” Paul grinned at his brother, some of his funky mood fading. “I even saw this video of two guys fucking in a lumber store. That one was wild but boring, too.”
Preston bobbed his head. “Oh my God, I know what you mean. I saw it too. They couldn’t move much or make any noise, so the sex itself wasn’t all that, but the idea of them doing it in public was kinda hot. Until I thought about some poor little kid running around a corner and getting an eyeful.”
“Or someone getting a handful later on when they grabbed a two-by-four,” Paul said.
He and Preston snickered like they’d reverted to their teenage years. It felt good—so twice in one day, Paul had come up out of the darkness that seemed to swamp him constantly. Maybe there really was hope for him yet. It’d be nice if he could keep those promises of getting better. God knew Preston had been through enough looking for him.
After a minute or two, Preston came closer and hooked an arm around Paul’s waist. “Seriously, maybe you and Justice should talk.”
Paul tipped his head to the side and studied his brother. “Are you playing matchmaker? You seem to think that a hookup in the restroom might mean eternal love.”
Preston jerked his gaze away, denying Paul a chance to read those windows to his soul. “No, but I think you’ve had a hard-on all this time, and maybe that’s something, and you said you felt good with him for a few minutes, so that’s another something. And you laughed with me, Paul. I’ve waited for that for so long.”
What was he scared of? He wanted to see Justice, and do every raunchy thing with him that he could think up. All those nights he’d been out fucking around, he hadn’t wanted to touch whoever he was with. This was so different. He didn’t just want it with Justice, he was beginning to think he needed it.
“Marybeth will be sticking her nose into it if I show up, especially since I haven’t showered,” Paul pointed out. “Give me about ten minutes, okay?”
“Okay,” Preston agreed. “Although she has a sharper scenting ability than Nischal, so unless Justice has showered, there’s a damn good chance Marybeth will know whose scent is on him.”
“Shit.” Paul was glad he wasn’t in Justice’s shoes right now, not if the old lady was pissed about him hooking up with Paul.
Then again, she might not give a damn. Paul was just a human, the brother of one of her long-lost relatives’ mate.
“That’s not confusing at all,” Paul mumbled as Preston left the room. Paul left his spot by the window and headed for the bathroom. He had some serious scrubbing to do.
* * * *
Justice covered his sore ear. “Grandma, I didn’t know!” Gods, being a shifter had its downsides, especially if your grandma was also a shifter and she smelt sex and Paul on you. Then you were just fucked.
“That’s the only reason I didn’t twist your ear plumb off,” Grandma Marybeth told him. “Although since you let your sister buy that god-awful lamp and give it to me…”
Justice danced back a few steps. “You told her—”
“Hush, boy, she’s coming back.” Marybeth patted her hair then looked at her nails. “The lamp will be lovely on the end table by the door.”
Right where it could easily be knocked off. Justice would bet the lamp would be broken in under a month. Probably right after he left.
“Oh, Grandma, that’s not a good spot. It’ll get broken in no time,” Viv said as she came back into the room. “Your bathroom sink is dripping, too. Justice can fix it if you want.”
“No, that’s not his job,” Marybeth said, flapping a hand at Viv. “Oscar has already promised to fix it this evening. He’ll be mad if someone beats him to it.”
Justice arched a brow at his grandma. “Well, if that was supposed to dissuade me from fixing it…”
She pointed a finger at him. “Don’t get your cousin wound up. It
“Dark alleys and dance floors, bathhouses.” Paul grinned at his brother, some of his funky mood fading. “I even saw this video of two guys fucking in a lumber store. That one was wild but boring, too.”
Preston bobbed his head. “Oh my God, I know what you mean. I saw it too. They couldn’t move much or make any noise, so the sex itself wasn’t all that, but the idea of them doing it in public was kinda hot. Until I thought about some poor little kid running around a corner and getting an eyeful.”
“Or someone getting a handful later on when they grabbed a two-by-four,” Paul said.
He and Preston snickered like they’d reverted to their teenage years. It felt good—so twice in one day, Paul had come up out of the darkness that seemed to swamp him constantly. Maybe there really was hope for him yet. It’d be nice if he could keep those promises of getting better. God knew Preston had been through enough looking for him.
After a minute or two, Preston came closer and hooked an arm around Paul’s waist. “Seriously, maybe you and Justice should talk.”
Paul tipped his head to the side and studied his brother. “Are you playing matchmaker? You seem to think that a hookup in the restroom might mean eternal love.”
Preston jerked his gaze away, denying Paul a chance to read those windows to his soul. “No, but I think you’ve had a hard-on all this time, and maybe that’s something, and you said you felt good with him for a few minutes, so that’s another something. And you laughed with me, Paul. I’ve waited for that for so long.”
What was he scared of? He wanted to see Justice, and do every raunchy thing with him that he could think up. All those nights he’d been out fucking around, he hadn’t wanted to touch whoever he was with. This was so different. He didn’t just want it with Justice, he was beginning to think he needed it.
“Marybeth will be sticking her nose into it if I show up, especially since I haven’t showered,” Paul pointed out. “Give me about ten minutes, okay?”
“Okay,” Preston agreed. “Although she has a sharper scenting ability than Nischal, so unless Justice has showered, there’s a damn good chance Marybeth will know whose scent is on him.”
“Shit.” Paul was glad he wasn’t in Justice’s shoes right now, not if the old lady was pissed about him hooking up with Paul.
Then again, she might not give a damn. Paul was just a human, the brother of one of her long-lost relatives’ mate.
“That’s not confusing at all,” Paul mumbled as Preston left the room. Paul left his spot by the window and headed for the bathroom. He had some serious scrubbing to do.
* * * *
Justice covered his sore ear. “Grandma, I didn’t know!” Gods, being a shifter had its downsides, especially if your grandma was also a shifter and she smelt sex and Paul on you. Then you were just fucked.
“That’s the only reason I didn’t twist your ear plumb off,” Grandma Marybeth told him. “Although since you let your sister buy that god-awful lamp and give it to me…”
Justice danced back a few steps. “You told her—”
“Hush, boy, she’s coming back.” Marybeth patted her hair then looked at her nails. “The lamp will be lovely on the end table by the door.”
Right where it could easily be knocked off. Justice would bet the lamp would be broken in under a month. Probably right after he left.
“Oh, Grandma, that’s not a good spot. It’ll get broken in no time,” Viv said as she came back into the room. “Your bathroom sink is dripping, too. Justice can fix it if you want.”
“No, that’s not his job,” Marybeth said, flapping a hand at Viv. “Oscar has already promised to fix it this evening. He’ll be mad if someone beats him to it.”
Justice arched a brow at his grandma. “Well, if that was supposed to dissuade me from fixing it…”
She pointed a finger at him. “Don’t get your cousin wound up. It
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