“Tell me to stop, and I won’t ever bring it up again,” Holt said, his breath fanning Rafe’s lips.
He knew he should. It wasn’t like Rafe was interested in anything more than sex, and since he’d never found a man attractive enough to make him swing that way, he figured this was an anomaly. If he allowed this to happen, it would forever change him. If he enjoyed it, he would crave more. Why would he do that to himself when this was temporary? Holt was temporary.
But wasn’t that a reasontodo it? Rafe wouldn’t be required to commit to anything more. This could be an end-of-summer fling; afterward, they could go on with their lives like nothing happened.
“One night,” Holt said, his lips now only a breath away.
He didn’t mean to, but Rafe tilted his head, allowing their lips to touch.
“One night,” Rafe agreed, taking the lead by grabbing Holt’s head and crushing their mouths together.
“Fuck,” Rafe hissed, dragging himself out of the memory.
He had his cock in his fist, and he was jerking himself roughly, his back still pressed to the front door.
Every fucking time he thought about Holt, about that night, he couldn’t help himself. But it had grown exponentially worse when he’d first fantasized about what that night would’ve been like if Bailey had been there. His favorite fantasy was the one where Rafe was buried balls deep inside Bailey while Holt fucked him from behind. The three of them locked in the throes together, grunting, groaning …oh, fuck … coming!
“Son of a bitch!” Rafe’s body tightened as his cock jerked in his fist.
He came with a muted cry, his eyes closed as he imagined coming deep inside Bailey while Holt came inside him. He gasped for breath as the revulsion hit him in waves.
“You’re an idiot,” he growled at himself as he forced his legs to carry him to the bathroom.
He met his gaze in the mirror and glared at that man.
“You’ve got nothing to offer one person, let alone two, you dumbass.” He leaned in. “It’s best you remember that.”
Chapter Seven
Three weeks later…
Friday, August 5, 2022
“Good afternoon. Welcome to the Double RRetreat,” Bailey greeted as she looked up from the reservation book.
Thankfully, she’d spent a reasonable amount of time around customers in her lifetime because she’d learned how to school her expression. The moment her brain registered the sexy man standing in front of her, she relied on that honed skill to keep her jaw from falling open and her eyes from bugging out of her head.
A couple of inches over six feet with sandy brown hair and navy-blue eyes, he was the sort of man you might expect to grace the cover of a magazine. Not necessarily the ones with the suit-clad guy strutting because this guy was dressed casually in a navy-blue T-shirt that was cut to fit his muscular torso perfectly and a pair of lightly distressed jeans that somehow looked both comfortable and stylish. The work boots on his feet spoke to a life of leisure rather than traipsing through a dusty construction site, but Bailey wouldn’t hold it against him.
In a word, he was gorgeous. And based on that wicked grin, he knew it, too.
His gaze seemed to linger on her even as he closed the front door behind him. “Afternoon, ma’am.”
Bailey cleared her throat, hoping her voice still worked. “Are you checking in?”
“I am. Holt Callahan.”
Even his name was sexy.
“Welcome, Mr. Callahan.”
“Please call me Holt.”
It was safe to say she was going to enjoy this job.
Bailey had already memorized the guests arriving today, so she said, “So glad you’re here. I’ve got you for three days, two nights.”
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she realized how they sounded.
