Gray: The new security is installed. I hope you don’t plan on walking around our properties naked because Dad has every angle covered.
Ciar: I’ll keep my nakedness confined to my bedroom…and yours.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Why had he sent that?
“Do you normally blush when you text?” Dagr said, smirking like he was the funniest man alive.
“You can fuck right off, Griffiths.”
Gray: I wouldn’t kick you out.
Oh damn.Ciar had to shift on his seat to put his semi in a more comfortable position, all the while keeping a running dialogue with Dagr while staring at his phone wearing a perma-grin.
Ciar: I’m out with Dagr for drinks. You’re making my trousers uncomfortably tight.
He was escalating their conversation quickly, but he couldn’t make himself stop. Switching his attention back to the man sitting in front of him, who was wearing a knowing smile, Ciar said, “I appreciate the invite to Colorado. I haven’t taken a real holiday in years, and I’ve never been there.”
“Dad’s folks left us several properties around the world. We sold most of them, but Colorado has always been one of our favorite places to visit,” Dagr explained.
Gray: And you make my panties uncomfortably wet.
Jesus Christ and all His Saints.“I…I…yes. Nice,” was all Ciar could manage as he stared at his phone screen.
Ciar: Gray. You’re killing me.
“How long have you had a thing for Gray?” Dagr asked.
Ciar fumbled his phone like a comedian on stage, barely catching the damn thing before it crashed at his feet. “I’m sorry. What did you say?”
“You heard me.”
Ciar: I have to go. You are so going to regret teasing me, little girl. I bet you’d enjoy receiving a nude courtesy of me.
Ciar sighed and set his phone down—with difficulty—before giving his full attention to Dagr. “What would you know of it?”
“Only what Bébhinn has told me.”
His smug look said he knew Ciar wouldn’t be able to let that comment go. He was right. “What did she say?”
“That you and Gray stare at each other whenever the other isn’t aware of the attention. That you aren’t as promiscuous, her words, not mine, as the others think. That you secretly moon—again, her word choice, not mine—over her best friend.”
Beep.
Gray: I bet you’d like one of me more.
“No comment.”So many, many comments.
“Well,” Dagr held up his tumbler of whisky between them and tapped the rim with his finger before swallowing down the rest, “Colorado should be interesting then.”
Ciar: Please.
“We’ll see.”
Ciar could barely fit his large body and even larger hard-on in the backseat of the Uber after his drink with Dagr.I bet you’d like one of me more.Her words cramped his body with need. Surely, she was only teasing him. Was he teasing her, though?
It was eleven by the time he stepped out of his shower. His eyes met the foggy mirror, taking in his body, slick and damp from the shower. Just in case she was serious about this sharing shit, he quickly snapped a picture with the black marble countertop, cropping just enough of his junk for modesty.
He’d never sent the equivalent of a “dick pic” in his life. The fact that he was considering sending one now to one of his best friends was a second level of screwed up.
