“Is she okay?”
“He didn’t get a chance to do more than intimidate her.” Owen shifted, and what Lars could see of his expression was grim. “But I’m not sure that’ll be the end of it. My instincts tell me this guy has some other angle he’s working.”
“And that’s why you stuck around?”
Owen sighed and crossed his arms over his broad, naked chest. “She asked me to stay.”
The sudden realization that Owen was half-naked with his jeans undone hit Lars like a ton of bricks. Agony ripped through his gut. The contour of Owen’s body was familiar. The narrow rendering of interlocking circles decorating his collarbones, the cut planes of his abdomen, the sweeping copper expanse of belly, and the fine dusting of hair leading from his navel to his groin. Lars knew every inch of this man. He had tasted that skin and knew the generous length and girth of his lover’s cock. Owen had been his even though Lars had no right to claim anyone for more than a few hours of pleasure.
Lars staggered, his shoulder catching on the doorjamb before he could collapse. “You screwed her.”
“I didn’t do anything different than you did. We’re both adults. We had fun. End of story.”
Owen was moving closer. Lars could smell his distinctive male spice. “I guess I deserve this, huh? I’m the one who kept saying that you and I had to stop. Now you’ve found someone else.”
“Is that what you think?” Owen grabbed Lars and hauled him closer. “You think I’m replacing you?”
Owen’s touch burned Lars’s skin. Lars wanted more. The agonizing warmth of his lover’s grasp brought home all the things Lars would never “grow out of.” Mattie, Owen—Lars just wanted to feel whole.
Abruptly Owen stepped back, breaking the contact. “I told you to go because I’m sick of you regretting the time you spend in my bed, not because I found something better elsewhere.”
Chapter Five
Mattie put both hands over her mouth to stifle a gasp. She’d crept down the stairs to find out what was keeping Owen. She’d never expected to discover him and Lars having what amounted to a lovers’ spat in her kitchen.
The idea that the two of them had become lovers after Lars walked out on her was mind-blowing. She wouldn’t have expected that kind of sexual flexibility from Lars. He was the most skilled and voracious lover she’d ever had, but she never would’ve pegged him as being bi.
Heat lanced through her entire body, making even her fingertips sizzle with warmth. Owen and Lars. What a dynamic combination. Her brain began matching them together in all sorts of erotic positions. Who was dominant? Or did they grapple for control like animals? She wanted to know what it was like to sandwich herself between the two of them.
She’d thrown Owen’s T-shirt on before creeping downstairs. Now her nipples stabbed the soft cotton as they grew hard and achy. Her pussy was wet and slippery. The longing that was never quite satisfied began thrumming between her legs. Lars had once called her insatiable. It was true. Though she found no reason to apologize for how nature had made her.
Lars spoke. “Maybe it’s better this way. You’ll treat her right.”
“And you can clear your conscience about walking out on the both of us,” Owen shot back.
“I didn’t walk out on you. You told me to go,” Lars said.
Mattie wanted to see their faces. Their expressions would tell her so much more than their words. She carefully avoided a loose step and stood in the narrow space at the bottom of the stairs. Gripping the wall, she leaned around as far as she dared. They were not men she could typically sneak up on. The only thing keeping them occupied was their argument.
“I only told you to get your shit figured out or leave. The choice was yours,” Owen said bitterly. “You showed up in my bed almost every night for five months. Every fucking time you’d get up in the morning and regret it. It was exhausting.”
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“He didn’t get a chance to do more than intimidate her.” Owen shifted, and what Lars could see of his expression was grim. “But I’m not sure that’ll be the end of it. My instincts tell me this guy has some other angle he’s working.”
“And that’s why you stuck around?”
Owen sighed and crossed his arms over his broad, naked chest. “She asked me to stay.”
The sudden realization that Owen was half-naked with his jeans undone hit Lars like a ton of bricks. Agony ripped through his gut. The contour of Owen’s body was familiar. The narrow rendering of interlocking circles decorating his collarbones, the cut planes of his abdomen, the sweeping copper expanse of belly, and the fine dusting of hair leading from his navel to his groin. Lars knew every inch of this man. He had tasted that skin and knew the generous length and girth of his lover’s cock. Owen had been his even though Lars had no right to claim anyone for more than a few hours of pleasure.
Lars staggered, his shoulder catching on the doorjamb before he could collapse. “You screwed her.”
“I didn’t do anything different than you did. We’re both adults. We had fun. End of story.”
Owen was moving closer. Lars could smell his distinctive male spice. “I guess I deserve this, huh? I’m the one who kept saying that you and I had to stop. Now you’ve found someone else.”
“Is that what you think?” Owen grabbed Lars and hauled him closer. “You think I’m replacing you?”
Owen’s touch burned Lars’s skin. Lars wanted more. The agonizing warmth of his lover’s grasp brought home all the things Lars would never “grow out of.” Mattie, Owen—Lars just wanted to feel whole.
Abruptly Owen stepped back, breaking the contact. “I told you to go because I’m sick of you regretting the time you spend in my bed, not because I found something better elsewhere.”
Chapter Five
Mattie put both hands over her mouth to stifle a gasp. She’d crept down the stairs to find out what was keeping Owen. She’d never expected to discover him and Lars having what amounted to a lovers’ spat in her kitchen.
The idea that the two of them had become lovers after Lars walked out on her was mind-blowing. She wouldn’t have expected that kind of sexual flexibility from Lars. He was the most skilled and voracious lover she’d ever had, but she never would’ve pegged him as being bi.
Heat lanced through her entire body, making even her fingertips sizzle with warmth. Owen and Lars. What a dynamic combination. Her brain began matching them together in all sorts of erotic positions. Who was dominant? Or did they grapple for control like animals? She wanted to know what it was like to sandwich herself between the two of them.
She’d thrown Owen’s T-shirt on before creeping downstairs. Now her nipples stabbed the soft cotton as they grew hard and achy. Her pussy was wet and slippery. The longing that was never quite satisfied began thrumming between her legs. Lars had once called her insatiable. It was true. Though she found no reason to apologize for how nature had made her.
Lars spoke. “Maybe it’s better this way. You’ll treat her right.”
“And you can clear your conscience about walking out on the both of us,” Owen shot back.
“I didn’t walk out on you. You told me to go,” Lars said.
Mattie wanted to see their faces. Their expressions would tell her so much more than their words. She carefully avoided a loose step and stood in the narrow space at the bottom of the stairs. Gripping the wall, she leaned around as far as she dared. They were not men she could typically sneak up on. The only thing keeping them occupied was their argument.
“I only told you to get your shit figured out or leave. The choice was yours,” Owen said bitterly. “You showed up in my bed almost every night for five months. Every fucking time you’d get up in the morning and regret it. It was exhausting.”
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