felt strange to have sex with a guy. Adam was big and muscled, not soft and sleek like Shayla. Having that much power under his control was a heady experience. Adam’s ass had closed around his dick like a vise. His cock stirred and he shook his head. Damn thing shouldn’t be able to get up for at least a day.
He sighed again and turned, wrapping his arm around his wife. The back of his hand grazed Adam’s side. The moonlight coming through the window was more than enough to allow him to see his best friend. His shaggy blond hair rested on the pillow next to Shayla’s much darker locks. His ridiculously thick eyelashes rested against his cheekbones. His face appeared relaxed. His lips were parted and his breathing was deep and even. Adam looked content.
Rob hadn’t seen him look that way in a long time.
Closing his eyes, Rob willed himself to stop thinking and drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Five
A dim light was shining in the window when Adam woke. He frowned. He didn’t get the morning light in his bedroom. He blinked and the room came into focus. Memories of the night before came flooding back. He’d really spent the night with Rob and Shayla.
The bed was empty beside him, the sheets cold to the touch. He’d planned to be up and gone while they still slept. Cowardly maybe. But he preferred to think of it as self-preservation. He didn’t want to face them this morning. How would they react to him now? Things had changed between all of them.
He must have been really out of it not to hear them get out of bed. Last night had been emotionally and physically draining. He shouldn’t be surprised he’d slept hard.
And lying here wasn’t going to make any of his problems go away. Shoving back the covers, Adam rolled out of bed. His feet hit the floor and he raked his hand through his hair. He needed a shower first. Desperately.
He headed to the bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind him. The face in the mirror mocked him. God, he was a wreck. His hair was matted and tangled. There were tiny scratches on his shoulders, probably from Shayla’s nails. He couldn’t quite remember when it had happened. His eyes were bloodshot. He had no idea what time it had been when he’d finally fallen asleep.
He turned away from his reflection and walked into the shower. The stall was large and the water hot. Adam pressed his hands against the stone-tiled walls and leaned forward, letting the water cascade over him.
Grabbing the soap from the built-in dish, he began to wash. He closed his eyes and inhaled as the scent of Rob’s soap surrounded him. His dick immediately responded.
Adam swore and quickly scrubbed himself from head to toe before rinsing off. Giving the taps a vicious twist, he halted the flow of water. Steam and silence engulfed him.
He stepped out of the stall and grabbed one of the fluffy beige towels from a stack on the shelf. He rubbed it over his head and body before securing it around his waist.
When he opened the door to the bedroom he was pleased to see it was still empty. They must be downstairs. It was then it hit him. This was Christmas morning. They were probably waiting for him to leave so they could start opening their presents and celebrating.
He found his clothing folded on the chair in the corner of the room, his boots on the floor beside it. It didn’t take him long to pull everything on. When he was dressed there was nothing left for him to do but leave.
The red velvet ribbon was lying across the nightstand. Adam fingered it lightly. Knowing he was being sentimental and foolish, he rolled up the ribbon and stuffed it in his pocket. He’d keep it as a memento of the best night of his life.
“You can do this, Lancaster.” The pep talk didn’t really help, but it was all he had.
Adam left the room behind without looking back and started down the stairs, keeping his footsteps light. He paused in front of the opening to the living room. Only hours before he’d sat there, having no
He sighed again and turned, wrapping his arm around his wife. The back of his hand grazed Adam’s side. The moonlight coming through the window was more than enough to allow him to see his best friend. His shaggy blond hair rested on the pillow next to Shayla’s much darker locks. His ridiculously thick eyelashes rested against his cheekbones. His face appeared relaxed. His lips were parted and his breathing was deep and even. Adam looked content.
Rob hadn’t seen him look that way in a long time.
Closing his eyes, Rob willed himself to stop thinking and drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Five
A dim light was shining in the window when Adam woke. He frowned. He didn’t get the morning light in his bedroom. He blinked and the room came into focus. Memories of the night before came flooding back. He’d really spent the night with Rob and Shayla.
The bed was empty beside him, the sheets cold to the touch. He’d planned to be up and gone while they still slept. Cowardly maybe. But he preferred to think of it as self-preservation. He didn’t want to face them this morning. How would they react to him now? Things had changed between all of them.
He must have been really out of it not to hear them get out of bed. Last night had been emotionally and physically draining. He shouldn’t be surprised he’d slept hard.
And lying here wasn’t going to make any of his problems go away. Shoving back the covers, Adam rolled out of bed. His feet hit the floor and he raked his hand through his hair. He needed a shower first. Desperately.
He headed to the bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind him. The face in the mirror mocked him. God, he was a wreck. His hair was matted and tangled. There were tiny scratches on his shoulders, probably from Shayla’s nails. He couldn’t quite remember when it had happened. His eyes were bloodshot. He had no idea what time it had been when he’d finally fallen asleep.
He turned away from his reflection and walked into the shower. The stall was large and the water hot. Adam pressed his hands against the stone-tiled walls and leaned forward, letting the water cascade over him.
Grabbing the soap from the built-in dish, he began to wash. He closed his eyes and inhaled as the scent of Rob’s soap surrounded him. His dick immediately responded.
Adam swore and quickly scrubbed himself from head to toe before rinsing off. Giving the taps a vicious twist, he halted the flow of water. Steam and silence engulfed him.
He stepped out of the stall and grabbed one of the fluffy beige towels from a stack on the shelf. He rubbed it over his head and body before securing it around his waist.
When he opened the door to the bedroom he was pleased to see it was still empty. They must be downstairs. It was then it hit him. This was Christmas morning. They were probably waiting for him to leave so they could start opening their presents and celebrating.
He found his clothing folded on the chair in the corner of the room, his boots on the floor beside it. It didn’t take him long to pull everything on. When he was dressed there was nothing left for him to do but leave.
The red velvet ribbon was lying across the nightstand. Adam fingered it lightly. Knowing he was being sentimental and foolish, he rolled up the ribbon and stuffed it in his pocket. He’d keep it as a memento of the best night of his life.
“You can do this, Lancaster.” The pep talk didn’t really help, but it was all he had.
Adam left the room behind without looking back and started down the stairs, keeping his footsteps light. He paused in front of the opening to the living room. Only hours before he’d sat there, having no
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