“And you?” she asked. “Did we come on too strong for you?”
“Not even a little.”
“Good, because I’m pretty sure Reese is dying to do all kinds of things with you, and I’m dying to watch.”
David’s cock started to fill with blood and his mouth went dry. He swallowed. “Just watch?”
“Hell, no. But can you imagine? What those spots on his cheeks will look like the first time you sink into his body? The first time he gets to feel thatfull?”
David’s brain came to a screeching halt. “Oh, god.”
Mati hummed. “Yeah. Oh, god.”
Then there was a very faint, “Ooohhh, god,” from the bathroom.
David and Mati stared at each other with wide eyes before Mati buried her face against David’s chest, giggling helplessly.
“Jesus. You’d think they would have soundproofed the bathroom when they did the rest of the room,” David muttered.
Mati laughed harder.
Reese strolled out of the bathroom and found David and Mati were still curled up together in bed. His cock actually twitched, which shouldn’t have been possible.
There was a restlessness under his skin that even a satisfying orgasm didn’t dampen. Breaking and entering, hot bodyguards, hotter sex, previously undiscovered bisexuality, overdue phone calls to his best friend, and being trapped in this goddamn room for two days were adding up to be too much without more than one kind of release.
It was time—past time—to shake things up.
“Can we go to the gym today?” Reese asked, knowing their options were limited, and shamelessly appealing to David’s obvious commitment to fitness.
David sat up and swung his long, thick legs—holy shit, how do his thighs fit in those boxers?—from the bed.
He caught Reese looking. “Yeah, I think we can manage that.” He stood and stretched, which was dirty pool.
Too bad Reese was too busy drooling to call David out on it.
“This morning?” Reese asked, his voice coming out weirdly high.
Mati put on her glasses. “You okay?”
“I think I’ve got cabin fever. I need to swim or run or dosomething.”
“There’s a yoga class at eleven,” she suggested.
David looked at her. “How do you know that?”
Reese let out an amused huff. “She’s a human sponge for information.”
“And there’s a brochure for the gym right there,” she said dryly, pointing at the coffee table.
“Well, that, too,” Reese agreed.
Mati laughed. “If we take yoga, does that mean you have to, too?” she asked David.
“I can always hang out in the back of the studio. I don’t have to take the class.”
“Chicken?” Reese asked mildly.
David’s eyes narrowed. “That’s not going to work on me.”
