Devlin walks up to Jamie, and I see him shrink back a little. Then Devlin looks down. “Make me.”
“Okay now.” Noah slides between them, hugging Jamie around the waist and looking back at Devlin. “Now you know I always advocate to free the bulge, but Jamie’s right.” Noah gives Jamie a kiss that puts murder in Devlin’s eyes. “You might get hurt. Would hate for you to lose a testie.”
Devlin’s face softens. “As you wish.” Devlin turns, heading toward a bedroom.
“Wait, that’s our—” Noah presses a finger to Jamie’s lips then lets go as Devlin slams the door shut. “Our room.”
“Do you think he’s even going to help? He seems more preoccupied with getting into Noah’s pants,” Mark asks.
“I know you think I’m irresistible, Mark, but he doesn’t want to get into my pants,” Noah says.
“Are you kidding? He’s been trying to steal you from me since he met you!” Jamie glares.
“He’s just friendly. He’s trying to help us.” Noah shrugs.
Devlin walks back into the living room, now wearing a pair of sweatpants that stop mid-calf and stretch so tight I don’t know how he’s moving. He’s paired it with a pink T-shirt that saysHurtin’ for a squirtin’. It’s comically small, riding up his stomach and stretching across his broad chest.
“He’s ruining your crop top!”
“Oh, sweetie. That’s one of my extra-large bed shirts.” Noah shakes his head, looking at Devlin. “Keep it. It’s yours now.”
Devlin bows quickly. “You’re too kind.”
“Those are my sweats!” Jamie snaps.
“I know.” Devlin looks him up and down. “I can tell by the small amount of room in the crotch area. I’m bursting at the seams.” He winks at Noah.
“Can we get this over with?” While I have very little confidence in this working out well, at least we have numbers on our side.
And insanity.
“Let’s go. We can take my truck,” Devlin says. “First we need to talk about payment.”
“Payment? You said you’d help us.” Hunter snaps.
“Yes. For a price.” Devlin grins.
“We don’t have money. I mean?—”
Devlin holds his hand up cutting Mark off. “What I want is priceless.” He swings his eyes to Noah. “I want one date with Noah.”
“What?!” Jamie shakes his head. “No fucking way.”
“Jamie—” Hunter begins.
“No, this is crazy.” Jamie tugs Noah into his side.
“It’s what I want. Or you all can figure out how to do this on your own. I’m sure Jamie’s back will hold up just fine when he’s tackled to the ground.”
“Wait—” Noah places a hand on Jamie’s stomach. “It’s just one date.”
“No! Fuck off,” Jamie snaps at Devlin.
“It’s one date, dude. Who cares,” Mark groans.
“I care. You can’t just bargain for my fiancé!”
Noah’s arms wrap around his waist. “Just one date. It’s no big deal.” He turns in Jamie’s arms as he clutches him to his body. “One date.”
