Devon looked him up and down and then nodded. “I would love that. Sounds like a great way to spend an afternoon.” Devon bit his bottom lip. “Then, if you want, we can go back to my place. I have all the things to make soup and sammies for supper, or we can order in Chinese or whatever. We could see what happens and how things progress.”
He stared at that lower lip, which was pink now from Devon’s abuse. Laird cleared his throat, his body thrumming. Lord, he’d gone from, “he’s okay” to “I’m going to have him” in a heartbeat. “That sounds amazing.”
“Perfect. So now we have a plan.” Devon winked at him. “I like a plan.”
“I’d think with a job like yours, you wouldn’t worry about plans too much…”
“Oh no, I love plans. I’m also fully aware that everysingle plan I make for absolutely anything will somehow, in some way, go haywire, because that’s how life works. That also amuses me, but having a basic plot, an idea of what we’re interested in, what we want, what we might manage, has an appeal.”
How was this conversation so motherfucking hot? Laird had never made a plan to have sex with someone, but it felt as if he were doing just that now.
“I’m happy to make a plan and to be flexible. With what I do for a living, you have to be able to think on your feet.” That was a good answer, right?
“Also a very good quality in a person is being able to change directions when things aren’t working.” Devon took a bite like he was thinking about something and then smiled again. “Like, you know, sometimes when things are stressful you have to completely change direction, breathe, and find exactly the right rhythm.”
How the hell was he supposed to keep up with this? Devon was making his throat dry.
Those cheeks were pink, Devon was nibbling on his lower lip, eyes dark, his breath coming a little fast. He was a living, breathing advertisement for I need a little nookie right now. And Laird was so willing.
“I’m totally willing.” He leaned closer, and made sure to hold Devon’s gaze, wanting to regain a little balance in this situation. “And able to listen to the clues that I’m being given. I can’t wait to spend the afternoon together. Seeing what we can come up with.”
“We’re smart men. I bet we have a lot of ideas between the two of us. Some truly stunning ones.” Devon shot him a wicked grin. “We’ll have to make a list.”
“A plan.” He nodded, tickled down deep in his gut. “I’m in.”
“Then it seems like I am too.”
“Good deal, honey. Very good deal. Now, do we need to stop by your place and pick up your swim trunks or a robe so we can go to the hot springs pool?” He always had some in the back of his truck. So it wouldn’t be hard to head to where he was parked and he could drive down to the pool.
And then as Devon said, they would absolutely see what they can get up to.
Chapter
Four
As far as Devon was concerned, spring cleaning sucked, but there was something incredibly satisfying about having it done.
At least on the inside.
He’d done all of that nonsense his last days off. Then he’d been on call for two weeks, and now it was time to spruce up the outside.
Devon stood outside with his secateurs and stared at the roses, which looked like something outside a haunted fairy tale castle. The house needed a wash, he needed to paint, the front porch step was all wonky, and it looked like the great wilds had taken over his front yard.
Thank goodness he’d hired Tony and his friends to come over and mow because otherwise, it would just be a nightmare.
God, he hadn’t had enough coffee to do this.
The inside of his house was sparkling. He’d polished and dusted and waxed and put away and straightened, and it was glorious. He’d even washed the windows on the inside.
Stupid exterior.
The big red truck pulled up, the passenger side window rolling down, and he looked over his shoulder.
“Laird, what are you doing here?”
“I brought breakfast and gloves. I figured you could provide lunch.”
How incredibly sweet. “Well, you didn’t have to do that. I know this is your weekend off.”
