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  Footsteps padded away. The bathroom door opened. Water ran. Just as Cord’s breaths began to even, a warm cloth passed beneath his belly, and Bruno rolled down his condom and cleansed his cock. When he was done, he whispered, “Jane?”

  She opened her arms, and Cord crawled over her, accepting her embrace as he fell over her, snuggling his head into the corner of her shoulder while her hands stroked his back. The pleasure, the relief of finally getting past the one act that had haunted him, was so sublime all he wanted to do was lie inside her arms until he slept.

  The mattress shifted beside him, and Cord wearily turned his head.

  Bruno stretched out on his side, a hand supporting his head. His gaze was wary, his features pinched and a little pale. “So, are you two going to tell me what’s going on? Is this one last hurrah before you both say goodbye?”

  Jane’s chest shook beneath Cord’s, and he gave her a quick glare. “Tongue’s not working. You tell him.”

  Jane tucked his head against her shoulder, and it was good thing because he didn’t have the strength left to do anything but sink his whole body against her softness.

  “How do you feel about taking on another roommate?” Jane asked softly.

  Bruno’s breath stilled in his chest. Then his eyes narrowed. “Separate rooms? Friends with occasional benefits?”

  Cord rumbled against her damp skin.

  Jane’s hand combed through his hair, soothing him instantly. “What Cord here is trying to say is: same room, same bed. More than friends.”

  Bruno blew out the breath he’d been holding, reading the acceptance and love shimmering in her eyes. Then his gaze dropped to Cord. One corner of his best friend’s mouth was crimped upward in a tired smile.

  A lump lodged at the back of his throat, and he cleared it. His wildest dream had just come true. He raised a hand to cup Jane’s cheek and leaned in to kiss her mouth. The soft pressure gave, and she opened, slipping her tongue inside with a sigh—the sweetness of her kiss soothing away his last fears.

  A deep grunt sounded just below them, and they both turned their gazes to Cord whose silver eyes were narrowed.

  Bruno grinned and bent to kiss him just as sweetly. The contrast of their tastes, the softness and firmness of their lips… Bruno pulled back and sucked in a deep breath as his cock stirred to life again. “Better let you two rest,” he murmured, his hand closing around his cock, willing the tingling in his shaft to stop but failing dismally.

  Jane noted his predicament with a small, feline smile. “While this one catches his breath, we might talk about the…arrangements.”

  “Lord, that means I’d have to move,” Cord moaned, his hands tightening on her shoulders. “Later.”

  Jane and Bruno shared chuckles. Feeling suddenly lighthearted, Bruno lifted his eyebrows. “We could let him sleep while we take the edge off. Or he could watch,” he said, knowing there was no way Cord would stay out of it long. Without waiting for her answer, because he already knew what it would be, he reached for another condom and slid it down his shaft.

  Then Jane reached out and closed her hand around him, gliding her fingers up and down.

  Cord sighed and rolled away from Jane, lying with an arm beneath his head to watch while Jane shoved Bruno to his back and straddled his hips.

  Bruno laughed at his expression, all love-softened sleepiness swept away with a sparkle in his silver eyes. Yeah, his old buddy wasn’t going to last long. As Jane snuggled her tight channel down his cock, Bruno mused. Jane had planned just one wild weekend to ease her loneliness, but now the future looked like one long wild ride for all.

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  Nothing was better than a lip-gloss kiss—sweet, silky, made for savoring.

  Jake Lassiter picked up his beer and drew on the froth, imagining another kind of cream slipping between his lips while he stared at the woman’s shiny pout. She didn’t seem to realize anyone stared as she slicked her lips with a clear lube, tucked a stray blonde curl behind her ear, and closed the mirrored compact. Or maybe she did and the performance was just a tease.

  “Dayum, bro. Gotta have me some of that,” Daniel Parker murmured.

  Jake shot him a glare, just to check, and sure enough, his best buddy was staring at the same honey-haired beauty. “I call dibs.”

  Danny scowled, humor gleaming in his dark brown eyes. “Can’t call dibs. I saw her first. I watched her come in the door while you were paying for the drinks.”

  “Oh yeah? What color is her hair?” Jake asked, leaning toward the bar to cut off Danny’s view.

  “Who gives a damn? Did you see her ass?”

  Jake snorted, annoyed they were talking like two never-been-laid teenagers, but that’s what usually happened after a long week when both of them were too worn out to rub a single brain cell between them.

  That either had been able to lift bleary eyes past their beers said a lot for the woman’s appeal. She shone like a beacon in the badly lit bar.

  “Why not let the lady make her own choice?” Danny drawled.

  “Like she’d come near either one of us,” he muttered, his gaze sweeping the expensive cut of her navy suit, the sleek fall of her chin-length hair and understated makeup. She wore “class” like he did a pair of well-washed jeans—comfortably.

  Still, it had been her expression that had snagged his attention. Something soft and wistful shone in her large, dark eyes. She wished she was anywhere but here.

  “Speak for yourself,” Danny said in his usual imperturbable fashion. “I showered at the station before I left. I mean it, man. Let’s ask her which of us she’d rather have.”

  Jake shook his head, fighting a smile. Even when he was being an ass, his buddy’s rakish grin made him laugh. He prepared to shove away from the bar. “How about I just invite her over for a drink? She looks like she might like the company.”

  Danny leaned past him and grimaced. “Hate to break it to you, but I don’t think she’ll go for it. She’s got a boyfriend sliding right in.”

  Jake’s head swiveled her way, just in time to see a suit with a flashy tie bend to kiss her cheek then take the seat beside hers. “Tall and pasty-faced” sat and stretched his arm across the back of the woman’s chair.

  A sudden flash of anger stiffened Jake’s shoulders. He had never seen the lady before five minutes ago, but he felt as if he’d already staked a claim.

  “He’s making damn sure the rest of us know she’s taken,” Danny muttered.

  Jake sighed and angled his body toward his friend, ready to finish the beer and call it a night. “It’s just as well. I’m beat.”

  Danny’s glance remained fixed on the table b
ehind Jake then slowly narrowed. “Not so fast. I don’t think she’s that into pretty boy.”

  Jake didn’t want to look, preferred to forget his impossible attraction, but he turned and watched the woman lean away from the arm draped behind her. Her eyebrows lowered, and those bowed lips tightened in irritation.

  “Boyfriend” moved closer, ignoring the not-so-subtle clues, and tucked his face into the corner of her neck to nibble.

  She shrugged, trying to escape, and her voice raised just enough for Jake to hear the tone but not the words.

  “Think she needs rescuing?” Jake asked softly.

  “Think he’ll listen? Or are you ready for a fight?”

  Hell yeah, he was. Jake clapped his cowboy hat on his head and rose slowly, fisting his hands. “Watch my back.”

  “Like I’m gonna let you be the white hat?”

  “Bro, I’m wearin’ it.”

  Danny grinned. He lifted his beer and emptied it, then slammed it on the table and followed.

  Jake sauntered toward the table and halted in front of the couple, hooking his hands on his hips. The motion stretched his firehouse t-shirt across a chest he knew commanded more than a few stares.

  The woman saw him first, her brown eyes widening as they trailed up his body to his face. “Boyfriend”, however, hadn’t a clue how close he was to dusting the floor with his expensive suit.

  Behind him, Danny cleared his throat.

  Jake lifted his chin and captured the woman’s gaze. “Baby, I thought I told you I don’t like it when you tease me.”

  Boyfriend muttered and jerked back his head, taking in Jake and Danny in a single annoyed glance. “Beat it.”

  Jake ignored him, turning his attention to the woman. “What do you say, sweetheart?”

  Her lips quirked. “Honey, Malcolm, here, doesn’t take no for an answer.”

  A scrape sounded beside him, and Danny set a chair backward at the tiny table and straddled it. Malcolm gave him a killing glare, but Danny ignored him, reaching for the bowl of peanuts at the center of the table and grabbing a fistful, which he held above his face and dropped into his open mouth in a steady stream.

  “Guess the table’s gonna get crowded,” Jake murmured. “Name’s Jake, since you asked,” he said thrusting his hand in front of Malcolm’s face.

  Malcolm’s narrowed glance looked at Jake’s hand, and then he angled his body toward the woman. “How about we blow this place?” he said, a trace of a pansy-assed British accent in his voice.

  “I don’t think so,” she said evenly. “I only agreed to meet you because you said you wanted to talk about the proposal. I chose this place to kill two birds.” Her gaze rose to Jake’s again.

  He nodded imperceptibly and smiled at Malcolm. “We have a date.”

  “The two of you have a date with her?” he said, his tone disbelieving.

  Danny coughed and held up his hand. Finally, he cleared his throat. “I think you get the drift, buddy. The lady’s ours.”