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Authors: Jayne Rylon
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running out of strikes. Worst of all, they’d hurt the one person they were falling over themselves to claim, however they could.
“You do know this is all your fault, right?” Clint channeled the spark of arousal in his eyes to fuel his anger, as they both had so often lately. Never before had he and his partner argued this much. It sucked. Both of them were as irritable as the old lady on Seventh, who’d racked up a fistful of warnings for hollering profanities at neighboring kids for everything from saggy jeans to laughing too loud as they walked by. She probably hadn’t gotten laid in half a century either.
Okay, so it’d actually been more like six months since he’d realized no woman but the adorable nurse inspired him to get it up anymore. But it felt like a ten consecutive life sentences.
“Really? I’m the problem here?” He glared at Clint. Reputed to have one of the longest fuses of any of the Men in Blue, Matt was rapidly approaching his melting point. Sexually frustrated, terrified of losing his best friend, angry at himself for the wreckage he knew they’d made of Jambrea’s feelings—soon…
Kaboom!
As it was, they might have to call in the bomb squad to defuse this situation. Kids hadn’t called him The Hulk in high school—before he’d learned to control himself—only because of his size. “How do you figure, asshat?”
“This has got to be about Jambi.” His friend took a shaky breath. “If it weren’t for you and all your morals…that preconceived junk, we could have had her already.”
“When? While she was drunk off her ass after the wedding?” Matt wasn’t sure he knew the guy sitting beside him anymore. What happened to his funny, badass, honorable partner?
One amazing woman had waltzed into their lives and he lost all his sense.
Maybe they both had for that matter.
“Or any of the other chances we had before that.” Clint grumbled. “While you were still in denial over the fact that you and I had a massive hard-on for the same damn woman.”
“See! That’s what you can’t fucking jam through that hard skull of yours.” He leaned in, snarling in his former-friend’s face. “It was never just about sex for me with her. I wanted more. Not something to risk on a weekend of fun or some novelty arrangement.”
“Who says I hoped for anything different?” For once it seemed like Clint might be listening. He tilted his head and got real still, like he did when they were on the prowl for a criminal in hiding.
Unfortunately, that’s when a paneled door in some rich chocolate-hued wood opened to admit Lily and her husband, their fellow cop-turned-Dom, JRad.
“Thanks for coming so quickly, boys.” In total Mistress form, Lily impressed even as she could have terrified men who didn’t know her as well as they did. Hell, she still scared him in some ways. Blood-red leather clung to her figure as if she’d been shrink-wrapped into it. Studs and buckles alone didn’t account for her junkyard dog tenacity.
Knowing their friend had tamed a woman like her had increased the already ridiculous respect he’d had for the guy. Clint too seemed awed.
“That’s what she said , never .” Jeremy cracked himself up as he leaned a shoulder against the rear wall of his wife’s office and kicked one ankle over the other.
Matt had never seen his friend so comfortable in his own skin. Happy looked good on the bastard, even if Matt had to remind himself that the dude dressed in black leather and chains was his same old computer geek buddy.
“Jeremy.” Lily rolled her eyes, completely shattering the last of her stone-cold bitch façade. “This is serious.”
“I know, tiger.” He held his hands up in front of him, palms out. “Go ahead, rip ’em a new one.”
“Hey, wait a minute.” Clint glared at their teammate. “What the fuck?”
“I sleep with her every night. Not you.” Jeremy shrugged, not looking a bit sorry. “And personally, I think she’s
“You do know this is all your fault, right?” Clint channeled the spark of arousal in his eyes to fuel his anger, as they both had so often lately. Never before had he and his partner argued this much. It sucked. Both of them were as irritable as the old lady on Seventh, who’d racked up a fistful of warnings for hollering profanities at neighboring kids for everything from saggy jeans to laughing too loud as they walked by. She probably hadn’t gotten laid in half a century either.
Okay, so it’d actually been more like six months since he’d realized no woman but the adorable nurse inspired him to get it up anymore. But it felt like a ten consecutive life sentences.
“Really? I’m the problem here?” He glared at Clint. Reputed to have one of the longest fuses of any of the Men in Blue, Matt was rapidly approaching his melting point. Sexually frustrated, terrified of losing his best friend, angry at himself for the wreckage he knew they’d made of Jambrea’s feelings—soon…
Kaboom!
As it was, they might have to call in the bomb squad to defuse this situation. Kids hadn’t called him The Hulk in high school—before he’d learned to control himself—only because of his size. “How do you figure, asshat?”
“This has got to be about Jambi.” His friend took a shaky breath. “If it weren’t for you and all your morals…that preconceived junk, we could have had her already.”
“When? While she was drunk off her ass after the wedding?” Matt wasn’t sure he knew the guy sitting beside him anymore. What happened to his funny, badass, honorable partner?
One amazing woman had waltzed into their lives and he lost all his sense.
Maybe they both had for that matter.
“Or any of the other chances we had before that.” Clint grumbled. “While you were still in denial over the fact that you and I had a massive hard-on for the same damn woman.”
“See! That’s what you can’t fucking jam through that hard skull of yours.” He leaned in, snarling in his former-friend’s face. “It was never just about sex for me with her. I wanted more. Not something to risk on a weekend of fun or some novelty arrangement.”
“Who says I hoped for anything different?” For once it seemed like Clint might be listening. He tilted his head and got real still, like he did when they were on the prowl for a criminal in hiding.
Unfortunately, that’s when a paneled door in some rich chocolate-hued wood opened to admit Lily and her husband, their fellow cop-turned-Dom, JRad.
“Thanks for coming so quickly, boys.” In total Mistress form, Lily impressed even as she could have terrified men who didn’t know her as well as they did. Hell, she still scared him in some ways. Blood-red leather clung to her figure as if she’d been shrink-wrapped into it. Studs and buckles alone didn’t account for her junkyard dog tenacity.
Knowing their friend had tamed a woman like her had increased the already ridiculous respect he’d had for the guy. Clint too seemed awed.
“That’s what she said , never .” Jeremy cracked himself up as he leaned a shoulder against the rear wall of his wife’s office and kicked one ankle over the other.
Matt had never seen his friend so comfortable in his own skin. Happy looked good on the bastard, even if Matt had to remind himself that the dude dressed in black leather and chains was his same old computer geek buddy.
“Jeremy.” Lily rolled her eyes, completely shattering the last of her stone-cold bitch façade. “This is serious.”
“I know, tiger.” He held his hands up in front of him, palms out. “Go ahead, rip ’em a new one.”
“Hey, wait a minute.” Clint glared at their teammate. “What the fuck?”
“I sleep with her every night. Not you.” Jeremy shrugged, not looking a bit sorry. “And personally, I think she’s
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