"Hey," I call out.
The surfer-slash-maybe-a-plumber leaning his weight into the car stops, and the guy in the car jumps out.
And, yep, these two are definitely related. If not brothers then at least cousins, strikingly handsome in a very similar way.
They’re both built tall and strong with broad shoulders, muscular arms, and matching white T-shirts stretched thin across their chests. They share the same brown hair, though one keeps his cropped close, and the other has his brushing his neck, a little shorter than mine.
"Hi. I'm Zak, Esme's grandson. And this is my…Jack."
His eyes roam up and down my sweat-slicked body. I suppose I should have put on a shirt, but I wasn't expecting tomeet anyone. For some reason, my grotesque size doesn't seem to put him off. Least not in any way I can immediately discern.
"Nice to meet you, Zak." I glance over at the other guy and tip my head. "Myjack." He grins, his gaze settling on me. An unfamiliar sensation floats through my lower belly. "I'm Harvey Burke. Your grandmother was a fine woman," I say, turning back to Zak. "I'm sorry for your loss."
"Thank you. She really was the best. Anyway…" He claps his hands together. "Don't suppose there's any chance we could trouble you for some help here?"
I'm moving to the back of the car before he finishes talking.
Now this I can handle.
3
Zak
Harvey pushes the rental up the street, into the driveway, and all the way to right out front of Grandma's house, and holy freaking heck is he strong.
And smoking hot.
Most people would consider me tall at 6'3", but even I had to look up to see his chiseled face. His jaw is strong, nose straight, his features clean and masculine with a rugged edge, stone-gray eyes steady and unreadable. Dark hair hangs to his shoulders, loose and untamed.
And then there's his body. He's got to be a former athlete or something because no way would a mere mortal look like that. He’s broad through the shoulders, long-limbed, filling out his clothes…and then some. Everything about him looks solid as fuck.
"Thank you so much," I say as he wipes his hands down the sides of his jeans. Yep, shirtless and in tight blue jeans that positively cling to thighs the size of tree trunks. Impossible to miss the hefty bulge, too, which looks impressively to scale.
Even Jack's been checking him out—discreetly of course—which is highly unusual for him. Since retiring from performing a decade ago, he's been celibate, which would surprise the fans we had back in the day.
There are plenty of clips from our most iconic scenes circulating on social media. Take one look at any of those, and you'd think we were insatiable cum-hungry bottoms. That was true then, but a person can change a lot in ten years.
Jack's thrown himself into growing our business and, lately, into advocacy work, while I've done my best to keep myself busy in an attempt to move on from being in love with someone whoonly sees me as a friend. You'd think after ten years, I'd have made some progress on that front, but sadly, nope.
"We'd invite you in for a cold drink, but we're low on supplies," Jack says…and is he flirting with him? I haven't seenthatsmile on his face in a long time.
"It's fine. I should be getting back. Grass ain't gonna mow itself."
"I bet." Jack's smile grows, and, yep, he's flirting.
Good for him.
A few years ago, when it hit me I would never get over him, I tried setting him up with a few guys, hoping that once I saw him with someone else, it would unlock this strange hold he has over me.
But nope, it was a big-time fail. His dates were all disasters and made him swear off dating even more, and I was a scrunched-up ball of jealousy throughout the whole process.
Right now, though, even though the man I'm secretly in love with is flirting with someone right in front of my eyes, I'm not jealous.
At all.
The overriding thing I'm feeling is a buzz in my balls. Jack would look so hot on his knees worshipping this man, sucking him with that hunger he used to get in his eyes, working hard to earn his rich, creamy reward, splattered all over that beautiful face of his.
"See you, Zak."
