“Why? Were you hoping for an invitation?”
“I meant what I said earlier, Daniel. I don't want to push myself on you. Feel free to call me out when I’m overstepping. I really don’t want to be the annoying little brother who invites himself along.” He dipped his chin and rubbed the back of his neck. “Honestly, I don't know what came over me last night.”
“I do,” I teased. I slid closer to him, leaning over to set my coffee on the couch cushion. His eyes went wide as I kneeled before him. “If I had to guess, I'd say last night was a combination of the shots you were making and the fact you can't resist me. As for the little brother comment, I’m going to ignore that. I’m pretty sure there’s nothing brotherly about the things you want to do to me.”
“Pretty damn sure of yourself, aren’t you?” His pupils were dilated, and his breathing grew shallow as I leaned in closer.
“Am I wrong?” I wasn't giving Colin a chance to back out, now that he offered me a way to have everything I dreamed of and more.
“No. You're not wrong.” I barely heard his response over the rapid beating of my heart. A door slammed on the other side of the suite and Colin jumped away from me. When I tried to retreat, he snagged my hand in his.
“It's not that I expect you to be a dirty little secret,” he assured me. “But maybe we need to figure out what's going on before we tell anybody else. And I’d rather not have someone give us a hard time when everything’s still up in the air. Like you said, Zach’s not going to be easy to convince, and you know damn well the guys will spook him.”
“Yeah. Of course.” If I'd been thinking clearly, I would have insisted on the same. Too much was at stake here.
“Now, why don't you go wake up Zach and tell him to get his ass ready. If he's out here in the next five minutes, tell him breakfast is on me.” He settled into the corner of the couch and picked up his coffee. Unlike me, he was dressed for the day in jeans and a tee.
“You really want to come with me today?”
“It won’t be an issue if I tag along?”
“Don't answer my question with a question,” I warned him.
“Sorry,” he apologized. “I don't want you feeling like I was pushing you into anything.”
“You're not,” I promised him. “Believe it or not, I am more than willing and able to resist you if I wanted,” I teased. The problem was, I wasn’t sure I wanted to resist him.
“Then it's a damn good thing you want me,” he quipped, his gaze drifting to the bulge in my pants. He leaned forward, inhaling deeply. His entire body shuddered as his eyes drifted closed. And why in the hell was that so damn sexy?
“Fuck, you smell good. I can't wait to get a taste of you later.” To torture me, his tongue poked out between his lips so he could oh so slowly lick them. Now I was thinking about what it would be like to feel him licking me like that.
“You can't say shit like that,” I warned him. “Remember, Zach is easily weirded out by guys flirting with each other.”
“Well, he’d better get used to it,” Colin mused. “Because there's gonna be a hell of a lot more than flirting going on when we get back tonight.”
“Remember what I said,” I whispered as footsteps approached. “If you push him too far, too fast, you'll scare him.”
“Don't worry, baby, I know exactly what I’m doing,” he teased. I wasn’t a fan of mushy endearments, but I’d be damned if I didn’t want to hear Colin use them.
Great. Now my dick was stiff again. If Colin knew how he affected me, I had no doubt he’d go out of his way to keep me needy all damn day. I groaned softly and he lightly swatted my ass. Sometime, I was going to beg him to bend me over and do it for real, just so I could see if spankings were as sexy as Matt and Chase made them out to be.
“You’re wasting time,” Colin pointed out.
I didn't wait for Colin to say anything a third time.
Just for today, I reminded myself as I slipped into the bedroom where Zach was still passed the hell out. I watched him for a moment, wondering how he could sleep so soundly when everything was changing.
Of course he could. He was sleeping the sleep of the completely oblivious.
“It’s creepy as hell when you watch me sleep.”
I shrieked, tripping over a pair of Zach's shoes as I raced to my closet, pretending like I had no clue what he was talking about.
“Are you heading out this morning?” It wasn’t until he rolled over that I noticed his freshly shaven face and damp hair. But why in the hell would hepretendto be sleeping?
“Yeah, and Colin said that if were ready to go within the next few minutes, we can stop, and he’ll buy breakfast.”
“Why?” Zach asked, skepticism thick in that single word. If I wasn't used to people doing things for me, Zach was a million times worse. He always questioned everybody's motives. And I was the asshole who wasn't about to tell him that Colin had a master plan.
