“Bet you didn’t see that surprise coming.”
Heat radiated off Cliff’s chest, his sweat slicking against Brennan’s skin, his muscles pressing back against Brennan’s pecs.
Cliff looked away, searching the bed for the ball. Brennan pinned his arms above his head. His opponent’s armpit hair stuck out in thick patches, giving off a rank, masculine scent.
Brennan was rock-fucking-hard, and in that moment, he didn’t try to stop his erection from digging into Cliff’s leg. Hewantedhim to feel it.
“I guess this is a technical foul,” Brennan said, only to be interrupted by the sexiest sound in world history.
A tiny, brief, desperate groan escaped from Cliff’s clenched mouth.
Fuuuuuuck.
Was he in pain? Was he in pleasure? Was it both?
God, he wanted to listen to that sound on a loop. He wanted Cliff to do it again. He wanted tomakehim do it.
The animal part of his brain was in control. He dipped down and sniffed Cliff’s left armpit. The clean deodorant and musky sweat commingled in his nose. It was all man, all muscle and testosterone. He pulled his head back up and stared into the saucer-sized pupils underneath him.
Cliff let out another desperate groan, giving Brennan another hit of his new favorite drug. His sweat-glistened body shook under Brennan’s large frame. Hunger inflamed those hazel eyes.
“Brennan?”
He pulled his head up at the sound of Alex’s voice.
9
CLIFF
Alex knocked on the door, the hard metal bang echoing through the loft.
“Hey, buddy. You there?”
“Shit,” Brennan whispered. He relinquished his grip, and in a millisecond, Cliff maneuvered out from under him.
He frantically searched for his shirt on the floor, his heart racing for a number of reasons. It was like being awoken from a deep sleep. No time to determine if that dream was real. The raging boner that tightened Cliff’s shorts was ancient history.
“Be there in a sec, Al,” Brennan called out as he threw on a fresh shirt.
Cliff swiped his own shirt from the back of the chair and pulled it on. It was damp with sweat and clung to his slick skin.
Brennan jogged to the door. He glanced over his shoulder, notedly avoiding eye contact with Cliff. They were playing a fun game of paper basketball, then Cliff had to go and ruin it by letting out that whimpering mewl.
Moaning like he was fucking auditioning for porn.
Humiliating.
Brennan must be so freaked out.
Alex strolled into the loft like he was there on official business. He somehow avoided being a sweaty mess.
“What are you doing all the way down here?” Brennan wore a casual smile, as if what happened a minute ago was a distant memory.
Cliff wasn’t there yet, as he still felt red coursing across his face.
“I was canvassing in the neighborhood. Cliff!”
Alex beamed at his brother. Cliff forced his head to nod back.
