at all if he could have lived without air.
His breath heaved in and out. He didn’t dare turn and look
at Tyler for fear of the truth spilling out with a glance to the front of
Tyler’s jeans or a hand dropping to his own dick. He didn’t dare stay longer
because he’d only end up suggesting a game of poker that’d lead to the removal
of clothes.
“See you first thing tomorrow,” he said, stepping back,
somehow managing to get out of the house without going at it again with
Madison.
He left the Jeep parked in front of Tyler’s place and walked
home, Tyler’s artwork coming to life in his mind, Madison spread-eagled on the
bed. Him on top of her. Then Tyler, muscles flexing in his arms and back and
ass.
Chapter Four
Tyler felt buffeted by a fire storm. He needed to get out of
the house, away from the temptation to do something insane, like plaster
himself against the front of Madison’s body while ravaging lips that were still
wet from Shane’s kisses.
He and Shane had never even dated the same woman. Doing it
with Madison would be disastrous.
She’d looked at his drawings and asked about the good part,
the place where the guys showed up.
Guys .
He’d nailed that one. She wanted them both. Separately.
Together.
Heat shuddered through him.
Her eyes met his.
Desire shimmered between them but neither of them stepped
forward.
She took a shallow breath.
He matched it.
She rubbed her palms against her jeans.
He nearly did the same.
Thinking escape , he said, “I usually take the girls
for a w-a-l-k after dinner, but we were working.”
“I’d love to come.”
His cock spasmed. It’d love to make her come, though he
didn’t think she’d meant it that way.
“Fair warning, the minute I touch their l-e-a-s-h-e-s
they’re going to become rocket-powered.”
She laughed and the tension eased. Whatever her reason for
not stepping into him, not making an offer he wouldn’t be able to refuse, he
was grateful—and at the same time, disappointed.
He told himself it was better to live with disappointment than
disaster. Tried not to think about how it’d felt like magic when they’d played
music together, how in ways it’d reminded him of what he’d experienced as a kid
when he’d started hanging out with the Maguires and Montgomerys, how it’d
seemed like a homecoming.
He grabbed a couple of small blue plastic bags from the
dispenser and shoved them in his pocket. That was enough to get Kiki and Daisy
off the couch, their tales wagging furiously.
The retractable leashes, already attached to soft harnesses,
were on hooks next to the front door. He reached for them and the girls turned
into whirling dervishes.
He tossed a leash to Madison.
She caught it and crouched, snagging Kiki as she spun past.
He did the same with Daisy, getting a dark blue harness with
pink pigs on her while Madison got a dark blue harness with red chickens on
Kiki.
They left the house. He saw Shane’s Rubicon, but thankfully
Shane had already made it to the end of the block and around the corner—either
that or he’d stopped at Grace’s place because Lyric’s Wrangler was in front of
it.
No use looking for trouble.
At the end of the walkway he steered Madison in the opposite
direction and the conversation to music. That was safe enough.
The girls sniffed, the leashes lengthening and shortening
depending on how interesting the scents they encountered were.
By the time they’d traveled around the block, Lyric and a
woman he didn’t know were halfway to her Jeep.
“Interesting,” Tyler murmured.
Madison bumped his shoulder with hers. “Because?”
“Because the lights are off at Grace’s place and her Beetle
is missing.”
“By which I’m supposed to intuit that neither of those women
are Grace.”
“As Shane would say, that would be true .”
She laughed. “Quoting Shane now? Not sure that’s a good
thing.”
He grinned. “Me either.”
They reached Lyric’s Jeep.
He introduced
His breath heaved in and out. He didn’t dare turn and look
at Tyler for fear of the truth spilling out with a glance to the front of
Tyler’s jeans or a hand dropping to his own dick. He didn’t dare stay longer
because he’d only end up suggesting a game of poker that’d lead to the removal
of clothes.
“See you first thing tomorrow,” he said, stepping back,
somehow managing to get out of the house without going at it again with
Madison.
He left the Jeep parked in front of Tyler’s place and walked
home, Tyler’s artwork coming to life in his mind, Madison spread-eagled on the
bed. Him on top of her. Then Tyler, muscles flexing in his arms and back and
ass.
Chapter Four
Tyler felt buffeted by a fire storm. He needed to get out of
the house, away from the temptation to do something insane, like plaster
himself against the front of Madison’s body while ravaging lips that were still
wet from Shane’s kisses.
He and Shane had never even dated the same woman. Doing it
with Madison would be disastrous.
She’d looked at his drawings and asked about the good part,
the place where the guys showed up.
Guys .
He’d nailed that one. She wanted them both. Separately.
Together.
Heat shuddered through him.
Her eyes met his.
Desire shimmered between them but neither of them stepped
forward.
She took a shallow breath.
He matched it.
She rubbed her palms against her jeans.
He nearly did the same.
Thinking escape , he said, “I usually take the girls
for a w-a-l-k after dinner, but we were working.”
“I’d love to come.”
His cock spasmed. It’d love to make her come, though he
didn’t think she’d meant it that way.
“Fair warning, the minute I touch their l-e-a-s-h-e-s
they’re going to become rocket-powered.”
She laughed and the tension eased. Whatever her reason for
not stepping into him, not making an offer he wouldn’t be able to refuse, he
was grateful—and at the same time, disappointed.
He told himself it was better to live with disappointment than
disaster. Tried not to think about how it’d felt like magic when they’d played
music together, how in ways it’d reminded him of what he’d experienced as a kid
when he’d started hanging out with the Maguires and Montgomerys, how it’d
seemed like a homecoming.
He grabbed a couple of small blue plastic bags from the
dispenser and shoved them in his pocket. That was enough to get Kiki and Daisy
off the couch, their tales wagging furiously.
The retractable leashes, already attached to soft harnesses,
were on hooks next to the front door. He reached for them and the girls turned
into whirling dervishes.
He tossed a leash to Madison.
She caught it and crouched, snagging Kiki as she spun past.
He did the same with Daisy, getting a dark blue harness with
pink pigs on her while Madison got a dark blue harness with red chickens on
Kiki.
They left the house. He saw Shane’s Rubicon, but thankfully
Shane had already made it to the end of the block and around the corner—either
that or he’d stopped at Grace’s place because Lyric’s Wrangler was in front of
it.
No use looking for trouble.
At the end of the walkway he steered Madison in the opposite
direction and the conversation to music. That was safe enough.
The girls sniffed, the leashes lengthening and shortening
depending on how interesting the scents they encountered were.
By the time they’d traveled around the block, Lyric and a
woman he didn’t know were halfway to her Jeep.
“Interesting,” Tyler murmured.
Madison bumped his shoulder with hers. “Because?”
“Because the lights are off at Grace’s place and her Beetle
is missing.”
“By which I’m supposed to intuit that neither of those women
are Grace.”
“As Shane would say, that would be true .”
She laughed. “Quoting Shane now? Not sure that’s a good
thing.”
He grinned. “Me either.”
They reached Lyric’s Jeep.
He introduced
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