As the black spots receded at the edges of his vision, he stroked her hair. “That was…wow.”
“Yeah.”
She curled up into his side, her head nestled into the crook of his arm. Her fingers traced down the centre of his abs, and he shuddered, lightly, still sensitive to her touch.
“Sorry.”
“No.” He caught her hand and returned it to his skin. “It feels good.”
A minute later, Evan’s footsteps could be heard in the hall. He appeared wrapped in a towel and nothing else. “Still cuddling?”
Brent swallowed hard and nodded.
Against his chest, Jess silently shook with laughter.
“I’m going to plate up that amazing dessert you brought,” Evan said, disappearing into the kitchen.
Brent stared at the ceiling.
“We smell even more like sex than we did before,” Jess whispered.
“Should, uh, we have a shower too?” Brent called out.
“If you want.”
Jess nodded affirmatively, then whispered again, “And ask if he has coffee.”
“Up you get,” Brent said, rolling his eyes. She stood and took the blanket with her. Evan appeared and pointed her in the direction of the same bathroom Brent had used after dinner.
He found his boxers, pulled those on, and then called out that he would join Jess in a second.
Padding into the kitchen, he found Evan with a shit-eating grin on his face.
“What?”
“Did you guys fuck while I was in the shower?”
“What—How—Were you watching?”
“No, man.” Evan tugged him over and laid a sweet kiss on his mouth. “But it was the first time again for you guys, right? I didn’t need to be a part of that.”
“We were wondering if you were one of those people who need to shower right after sex,” Brent admitted. “And then…yeah. We had a little quickie. It was good. More than good.”
“Good.” Evan squeezed the back of his neck, then breathed him in. “And no, I’m not one of those people. You smell fucking delicious right now.”
There was no way Brent’s cock could rise for a third round this fast, but for a second there, he thought it was going to try its damnedest. “Thanks,” he said, his throat thick with appreciation and feeling.
Evan had that shit-eating grin on his face the whole time Brent bumble-fucked his way out of the kitchen, backwards, because he didn’t want to stop looking at the other man.
Their unexpected friend.
Their even more unexpected lover.
21
Two days after their night together with Brent, Jess sat across from Evan in his office at Go West Winery.
His door was wide open, but that didn’t stop him from eye-fucking her as she gave him a very proper update on her campaign to get local business people on board for her guerrilla marketing plan. And the eye-fucking didn’t interfere with her having his full attention, professionally.
