“Okay,” Sean interrupted. “All this orchestra talk is going over my head. Liam needs to be here to interpret for me.” He shoved Ryan’s shoulder playfully. “So, you’re still singing, huh?”
“Of course,” Ryan said. “You know I was going to be a world-famous singer.” His gaze slid over to Isaiah, who just rolled his eyes. “Okay, so Imayhave an overinflated sense of my own talent, but I do like singing with the chorus. It’s a lot of fun.” He shoved Sean right back. “What about you? Are you still singing?”
I looked over at Sean in surprise. “You sing?”
“A little,” Sean mumbled.
Ryan snorted. “Don’t let him fool you. He always got the lead in the musicals in school and community theater. Used to drive Liam crazy.”
I leaned closer to Sean and murmured, “Liam?”
He turned his head toward me and whispered, “My little brother.” His breath lightly caressing my face sent shivers of lust rippling down my spine. He settled his hand on my lower back and said quietly, “Soon.”
“You. Are. Killing. Me,” I muttered quietly through the fake smile I threw at Ryan and Isaiah. I saw Sean’s eyes crinkle with amusement and again noted how pretty those eyes were.
Ryan tilted his head. “So, uh, how did you two meet? I mean, Sean was never one to go to the symphony.”
“Hey!” Sean protested. “You make me sound like some kind of cretin. I went to all of Liam’s concerts.”
“Because it was Liam,” Ryan retorted.
Sean huffed. “Jackass.”
I hurried to intervene. “I’m staying at his hotel. We met when Sean was kind enough to allow me to use the piano to practice for my best friend’s wedding.” That was mostly the truth.
“Wait,” Isaiah said. “Your friend is Evan Williams, the cellist, right? He’s getting married? That’s great. You know, I really wanted to see his concert at Lincoln Center last week, but Ryan and I couldn’t get away until this week. He’s amazing. I’m so glad to see him get featured work.”
I smiled with pride. “The concert was fantastic. I was so proud of him.”
Sean slipped his arm around my waist. “Hey, Ryan and Isaiah, it was good seeing you both, but I have to get back. I have a hotel to run. How long are you here for? Maybe we can catch up later in the week.”
“We’re here for a couple of weeks,” Ryan replied. “We have family stuff this weekend and the graduation is on Tuesday. Maybe we can meet up on Thursday night. Remember Greg Hayden?”
Sean nodded.
“He has a gig at Reilly’s piano bar in Belmar. We should totally go and bug him while he’s playing.”
Sean grinned. “Sounds great. Text me the details.”
“You got it,” Ryan said. “See you Thursday.”
After another round of goodbyes, Sean turned me back toward the hotel, leaned close to my ear, and said quietly, “Come on, cutie. We have a date with a shower.”
ELEVEN
SEAN
The last twenty minutes had been sheer torture. I kicked the door to my cottage shut and shoved Jeremy up against it. “Need you naked.”
I plastered myself against his body, nipping at his lips, his jaw, his neck, any exposed skin I could get to, while I pressed my knee between his thighs. I tasted the saltiness of his sweat from the run and smelled the musk that was uniquely him. I slipped my fingers underneath the hem of his shirt. “Why aren’t you naked yet?”
Jeremy chuckled. “You have to let go of me so I can undress.”
I pulled him closer and ground my hard cock into his. “Nuh-uh. Bad plan. Think of another way.”
Jeremy made a sound between a moan and a laugh and put his hands on my chest. “I was promised a hot shower and a big bed.”
I huffed in feigned annoyance and stepped back. “Oh, all right.” I took him by the hand and led him through my living room down the short hallway to my bedroom. The clothes I’d worn to take the delivery were piled on the floor and my bed was unmade. Normally it would bother me, but right now, I couldn’t bring myself to care. I wanted Jeremy Fitzgerald naked and under me so badly it hurt.
