I cock a brow at him.
The dark hall shadows over his frame, and for a few quiet seconds, he only stares at me.
“I—I think we should do a few more sessions in the mornings before the event.”
I do a quick mental recap of my relationship with this guy and I’m pretty certain this is the first statement he’s ever said that hasn’t pissed me off.
I shift a little, leaning into the door and his gaze follows my every move, across the baggy shirt, down my bare legs and over my toes before meeting my eyes again.
He’s literally putting effort into being nice to me. I can spot an olive branch when I see one. Even if the branch is a little broken and bent.
“That sounds like a good idea,” I say it as nicely as possible. It’s actually pathetic the amount of effort I have to put into that meager amount of kindness to him.
He nods stiffly.
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
Wow, are we bad at talking to one another.
Another beat of silence passes before he turns slowly and comes face to face with Jameson. A weird and taunting smile pulls at the corner of Jameson’s lips as he moves sideways to pass his friend. Rory saunters down the hall and just as I push the door closed, Jameson slips his hand into mine. He pulls until I follow after him.
He doesn’t put thought into any of his actions. He doesn’t worry if I’ll take his hand back, if his words will piss me off—even though they usually do.
I wish I had that. I wish I had that carefree demeanor that this beautiful man always has.
Life would be so much simpler.
I crawl back up the mattress and tuck my legs under the covers, feeling Jameson slipping in behind me. His arm snakes around my waist and with a sharp tug, he pulls my back flush with his front, spooning me completely.
A contented sigh slips past his lips as he gets comfortable. I roll my eyes when I feel his monster cock growing hard against my ass, but I snuggle back into him and let myself sink into the mattress.
With a low, rumbling groan, he grinds his length against my body. Sliding under my tank top, he spreads a hand across my lower stomach. The span of his hand is so wide that a few of his fingers slip under the waistband of my shorts. He presses my body into his. His fingers tease me slowly until I arch back into him on my own. Every warm breath and every slow stroke of his fingers tingles against my skin.
He feels so good wrapped around me. He makes me forget everything.
“Don’t,” a rumbling voice says. The bed dips and my heart nearly jumps out of my body.Mouse.
“Just having a little fun.” Jameson drawls from behind me. His hand traces lazy circles over my stomach up to the curve of my hip, continuing to dip into the shorts, never straying where I need the pressure. Fucking tease.
I feel him prop himself up on an elbow and he looks down on me.
Joining us, Mouse sits on the bed and reaches behind his back to gather his t-shirt in his hands, pulling it off in one swift motion. The defined planes of his chest greet my eyes, the golden color of his skin making me want to lick across his abs to see if he tastes as good as he looks.
He must see the desire flare in my eyes because he gives me a little lopsided grin and shakes his head. “If you’re training with Rory in the morning, you need your sleep.”
The broody male’s ‘cock block’ powers are strong. He doesn’t even have to be in the same room to suck out all the fun. I growl in frustration and settle into my pillow. Chuckling, Mouse settles into bed, apparently planning on staying the night again. I can’t bring myself to mind.
I let their body heat warm me as I close my eyes. Mouse has a point. I won’t let Rory get the best of me tomorrow. I fully intend to conquer anything he throws my way.
Twenty-Three
Stone Man
I’m suffocating.The heat is stifling as I wake up and try to figure out what the hell is going on. Soft light is just barely making its way through the window, creating a soft blue glow on the walls as dawn approaches. It’s early, and I groan, closing my eyes again. The soft sound of breathing tells me that I’ve got company. Right. My Jameson-Mason sandwich. Jameson’s arm is acting like my pillow, his hand still around my waist, resting on my stomach.
Glancing down, I notice that the back of his knuckles are brushing against the bare skin of Mason’s sexy lower abs. So close to his friend’s dick, and yet so far away at the same time. Neither one of them seems to notice or care. Hell, they’re both asleep.
