Adam watched as something—or someone—behind Grant moved, growing taller. It was Robin, obviously, lifting from his knees to his full height, mouth swollen and shiny with spit and eyes full of mischief.
“Let me in.” Adam pointed at the door, ignoring the fact he’d interrupted Grant’s early morning blow job and surprised he wasn’t jealous after all.
In the kitchen, Robin’s mouth pulled into an amused smile, and he dropped a kiss against Grant’s bare shoulder before skirting around him to meet Adam at the door.
“You’re in.” Robin pulled open the slider and stepped aside, his erection obvious and leaking against the workout shorts he recognized as Grant’s.
“Good morning, Robin.” Adam sipped at what was left of his coffee. “Impromptu sleepover?”
“Not much sleeping,” Grant muttered, reaching for his own coffee like Adam had assumed he was doing in the first place.
Robin chuckled. “You’re getting old.”
“I know.” Grant ran a hand through his hair and shrugged. “But I can still keep up with you.”
The sound Robin made led Adam to believe that was questionable, but Robin was a few years younger than them. Not to say time hadn’t been kind to them—it had. Grant especially. He looked better in his mid-forties than he had when they met, and Adam quietly resented him for that.
In a friendly way, of course.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt,” he said, by way of apology.
“You didn’t.” Robin smirked.
Therewas the jealousy he’d been waiting for. “I didn’t know you had company.”
“Because you weren’t home last night.” Grant rested against the counter, holding his coffee mug in both hands. “You were out late, Adam.”
“You were,” Robin agreed, nodding at him like he knew better.
“Where were you, Adam?” Grant asked.
“Can you stop saying my name?”
“Sure, Adam.”
“I hate you.” He shook his head and sat down at Grant’s dining room table. “You know where I was.”
“I know where you should have beenlastweek.” Grant shuffled into the dining room and sat beside him. Robin busied himself in the kitchen making his own coffee. “I don’t know where you were last night.”
Adam pursed his lips and shot a glare at his smart-mouthed best friend. “I went to talk with Cooper.”
“Talk.”
“It started that way.”
“And how did it end?” Grant raised a brow.
“Talking,” he said, looking down at his mug. “We talked. We kissed. And he sent me home.”
“He sentyouhome?”
Adam nodded, pushing his coffee away. Robin continued to clatter away in the kitchen, clearly notstillmaking coffee but trying to give them some space.
“You don’t have to hide in there,” he called. “It’s not like any of this is secret.”
Robin appeared in a flash, coffee in hand. “I didn’t want to intrude.”
“You’re not.” Grant patted the empty chair beside him and Robin slid into it with ease.
