Race shook his head, and then he started to laugh. “I don’t want to like you, you son of a bitch. Why are you so damn cute?”
Was he cute?
Did he feel cute?
Cute seemed a little… lame. He wanted to be intensely sexy, but he would take cute, he supposed.
Cute was absolutely something he could work with. As long as Race liked it, anyway.
Connal stripped off his pants too.
Race leaned back against the door, watching him now, eyes focused and interested. “So, what do you want on your pizza?”
“Everything. I like a deluxe.” He was trying really hard not to suck in his gut, just in case. He was the smallest of his brothers, but he was still a grizzly bear, which still made him big.
He stopped at his briefs, and Race tilted his head. “No, no, no, I want to see it all.”
“Yeah, but you have a towel on.” That didn’t seem fair. Although it did feel hot as fuck.
“I do.”
“I don’t have a towel. You going to get me one?”
Race stepped aside so he wasn’t blocking the bathroom door anymore. “Nope, I think you should strip down and go get yourself one.”
Oh, the butthead. He wanted to see everything, for real. Connal pretended he had way more confidence than he did and stripped out of his boxer briefs, letting everything hang loose.
Well, not exactly loose because he was sort of firming up nicely.
In fact, his cock bounced as he walked because he was totally interested in the way Race was staring at him.
“Nice.” Race never looked away, the gaze sending happy little jolts all the way up Connal’s spine.
“I could skip the towel…” Race didn’t need to know he was feeling pretty damn self-conscious. This was a seduction. Which was why he wasnotgoing to rotate his hips and make his cock dance.
Nope. Notty not. Even if it would be hilarious.
He jutted one hip instead and asked, “It’s hard to eat pizza with your cock just out and swinging in the wind. Would it be inappropriate to suggest that you could keep it warm and covered for me?”
Race nodded. “Absolutely, totally inappropriate.”
“Good to know.”
Race stepped into his personal space and put one hand on his hip. “You know you are a giant pain in my ass.”
“Not yet.” Connal leaned down until they were eye to eye. “I promise that I won’t make it hurt.”
Race’s pupils dilated, blowing out most of the iris. Even with those black eyes, he could see it.
“I don’t want that.”
“Are you sure? Because I can smell how wet you are.” And it made his mouth water. And made his cock fully hard. Sproing.
Race waved a hand to the bathroom. “Towel, Connal.”
He sighed, dragging his feet as he went into the bathroom. The towels were… small. Especially for as badly as he wanted to knot Race. “I’m going to need a bigger towel.”
“Improvise, Bear.”
