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Heath grinned. “You’re right. Hard-ons are a normal thing to see around here. Carry on.”

Dayne strode through the large living space and toward the front door. Once unlocked, he swung it open. Only to bemet with a familiar face. “You? Again?” He added a big exaggerated sigh.

“Sorry to disturb you this early.” Cam’s eyes dropped to the bulge in Dayne’s boxer briefs. Of course, Dayne didn’t bother to hide it and smirked instead.

When Cam quickly jerked his gaze back up to Dayne’s face, his nostrils were flared. He rubbed his palms down the sides of his black uniform pants in what appeared to be a nervous gesture.

But that wasn’t what piqued his attention. It was the fact that Cam was fighting to keep his eyes above Dayne’s shoulders.

Well, well, well.Dayne had no idea about their Head of Security. He wondered if anyone knew the man’s tastes or if he was hiding it from everyone.

Maybe even himself. “Are you here to join us?”

The blood drained from Cam’s chiseled face and a, “What? No!” burst from him. He cleared his throat and repeated, “No,” more quietly.

The former State Trooper couldn’t be blushing, could he? “Then, why are you here and not standing on Dylan’s doorstep instead?”

“I…I have a family emergency and need to head to Maryland.”

“You could’ve left a voice message or sent a text.”

“I didn’t want to leave without letting you know. You’re the one who signs my paychecks.”

That was true. And the former cop certainly liked to dot all his I’s and cross all his T’s. Cam obviously had a typical type-A personality.

“You’re fine. Go. You’re a great employee and we trust you. Go take care of what you need to take care of. Just keep us updated when you can.”

With a relieved nod, Cam thanked him and spun on his heel.

Dayne once again couldn’t resist studying the man’s muscular ass as he took long strides to the pickup truck parked next to Heath’s sports car. Someone else would get a lot of pleasure out of that ass, but it wouldn’t be Dayne.

He had the ass he wanted waiting for him in his bed. It just so happened to be attached to someone he loved.

The trajectory of his life had certainly taken a crazy turn. But now was not the time to analyze that change.

As soon as he closed the door, he rushed back into his bedroom, announcing, “Now, how about we video call Cara and have her watch?”

Heath was waiting for him the way Dayne wanted. In the center of the bed, on his hands and knees, with a towel and a tube of lube abandoned next to him but close enough to grab if needed. “I like the sound of that. Is everything okay?”

“When you’re in my bed? Perfect.” As he set up his iPad, he said, “Let’s keep my idea of living together under wraps for now. I don’t want to mention it until Cara’s here with us in person.”

“Good call. We can ask her next weekend when we’re all together.”

“That will also give us a week to come up with a possible solution for her job.” Dayne sure hoped they could come up with one. Otherwise, his plan might fall apart.

“I think if we do, convincing her to live with us might be much easier.”

“I’m counting on that.” He was worried that if they couldn’t make it work for Cara, Heath might change his mind.

Once Cara’s sleepy face filled the tablet’s screen andthey told her about their desire for her to watch, Heath ordered, “Now, fuck me like you mean it.”

Dayne stroked his cock as he approached the end of the bed and let his eyes roam over his glistening target. “You don’t have to tellmetwice.”

“Where’s Heath?”Cara asked Dayne as he hauled her over-stuffed overnight bag into his wing of the farmhouse.

Buttons darted around his feet, barking excitedly at seeing Dayne again. Her brindle and white Boston Terrier jumped enthusiastically into the car whenever she realized she was coming to the resort. Her dog certainly didn’t hate all the attention showered her way. However, the barn cats weren’t so thrilled with her visits, but they were slowly learning to co-exist.

Dayne dropped her bag in the corner of his bedroom and turned. “He’s waiting for us.”