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Story: Protecting Dallas
He sat up quickly and easily, the muscles of his stomach rippling in a delectable wave. God, I wanted to drop my head into his lap. Stare at those muscles close up, studying them hard before reaching out to—
“You make coffee?”
I turned my head toward the Tiki bar and sneered. “In that contraption?”
Maddox grunted. “It’s a coffee maker, isn’t it?”
“Not by my definition, no.”
My lover let out a long hiss of dissatisfaction. Then he rose, reached for his boxers, and began stepping into them.
“Damn shame,” I said, screwing the cap off a bottle of lukewarm water.
“What is?”
“You covering up that ass.”
He stopped with this thumbs still in his waistband. “Want me to stop?”
I considered it for a moment. The pleasant soreness between my legs spoke up for me.
“Not now,” I said. “Later for sure though.”
He nodded and continued dressing, twisting left and right to pull on the rest of his clothes. Goddammit, I couldn’t find an ounce of fat on his entire body.
“They have an Emperor room here or something?” he asked casually. “We could play Caesar and Cleop—”
KNOCK. KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK.
I perked up instantly. Staring at the door, I went from a hazy half-sleep to wide awake.
“Relax,” Maddox told me. “It’s only Austin.”
Relief flooded through me, then confusion. I hadn’t seen him make any calls or check his text-messages. Hell, he hadn’t even picked up his phone.
“Trust me.”
I got up and opened the door. Austin strolled right in, followed by Kane. The two of them gave me a brief hug, then glanced around the disheveled room.
“Hawaii?”
“Yeah,” grunted Maddox, as he laced up his boots. “It was that or the Moon Room.”
“Moon room?” I laughed. “You mean we could’ve—”
“Yes.”
“Well shit,” I giggled, grabbing for my own clothes. “Next time we’re taking a vote!”
I stood, letting the sheets fall away from my semi-naked body. I could feel the weight of their eyes upon me. Strangely enough, it didn’t feel weird at all.
“Ain’t gonna be a next time,” said Kane, his voice sounding distracted.
“Oh no?”
“No,” Kane shot back. “They’ve had us on the run for too long now. Been fucking us over at every turn; at your house, at our house….”
I wriggled into my pants, feeling no shame. It was actually kind of fun.
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