I turn over, bunching up the pillow, trying to muffle the sounds, but my illicit thoughts persist.
Miles comes out, Max goes in, and I make the mistake of peeking through barely open eyes. Yep, Miles is shirtless, and I get a glimpse of several of those same muscles I just fantasized about. And wow, they’re even more impressive than I imagined.
He has so many hard-cut ab muscles, and such smooth, broad pecs. Something about the width of his strong shoulders has me imagining how easily he could pick me up and do whatever he’d like with me.
I turn over and try again for sleep, but of course, I have to look when I hear Max come out after his shower.
“Where are your shirts?” I wail, instantly regretting voicing my frustration out loud. I school my tone, trying to sound like I’m more concerned about their welfare. “Wouldn’t you be more comfortable wearing shirts to sleep?”
“Wouldyoube more comfortable if we wore shirts, Callie? Are all these muscles too distracting?”
I hate that Max reads me so well, though in this case, I wasn’t exactly being subtle.
“I just … want to make sure you’ll be warm enough.”
He chuckles as he pulls a white t-shirt over his head, and from where he’s standing, facing me, I swear he’s making a show of it.
He tosses a folded shirt to his brother. “Here, Miles, put this on so Callie isn’t drooling over us all night.”
I’m lying on my side, so I can’t see Miles, but my brain helpfully replays the image of Max pulling white cotton over tanned skin, the shirt somehow only emphasizing his size and strength.
“Goodnight, Callie.” Max’s tone is still playful.
“Goodnight.”
“‘Night, Callie.”
“Goodnight, Miles.”
I roll onto my back and stare up at the ceiling. This is the weirdest, most frustrating sleepover party I’ve ever attended.
CHAPTER 26
MILES
I’d have given Callie a goodnight kiss if Max wasn’t here. A real kiss, not one being cheerleaded by a horny senior citizen.
So it’s a good thing he is here, because a real kiss would be disastrous. Or, at the very least, inadvisable and ethically questionable.
I had to remind myself of all the reasons that kissing her again is a terrible idea as I tried to fall asleep. My night was restless, and sleeping on the floor wasn’t the problem.
Now, in the morning, my head is clearer, focused back on business. Though, to be safe, after I get dressed I sit with my back to the room so I can’t see Callie get up and go into the bathroom.
Max makes a flirty comment when she comes out, and I can’t resist turning to see her in her yoga clothes. Why do they have to fit her like a second skin? How could someone’s ass possibly look as good as hers does?
She’s scanning the room. “Is there a coffee maker in here?”
“There is, but I saw a coffee shop in the lobby. I’ll get an iced coffee for you. Oat milk and vanilla syrup, right?”
She blinks at me, probably surprised that I remembered this detail from our preparation. “Yeah. Thank you, Miles.”
Since last night, she looks at me differently, and her voice is softer when she says my name. Red lights flash “Danger!” in my head, but my cock begs me to ignore them.
“How much time until we need to be downstairs?” I ask.
More pretty fluttering from those dark lashes. “Oh. Are you coming to the yoga class?”
“Of course.”
