why he rarely introduced the women he dated to any of
the Maguires or Montgomerys—not that there’d ever been one important enough to
introduce to the people closest to him.
That’s why it’d be smart to fight the attraction to Madison,
though the feel of her silky hair against his arm had him imagining it fanned across
his sheets.
“Maybe tomorrow we call in reinforcements,” he said. The
more bodies present, the less likely he was to do something stupid, like end up
in bed with Shane and Madison.
“Lyric?” Shane asked.
No way. She’d catch his interest in Madison, and Shane’s
interest, and say go for it .
“Renata. Local stories are what she does. Something in the
clue might jump out at her.”
“Good luck getting her and not Cole.”
“Renata works for Crime Tells?” Madison asked.
“She’s a reporter,” Shane said. “She’s also big brother’s
ball-and-chain.”
“Doesn’t sound like he’s exactly protesting.”
“Not now. But you should have seen him running. I’m glad he
held out as long as he did.”
Madison laughed. “Let me guess. You had money riding on it
and you won.”
“True.” Shane tipped his beer bottle in a salute.
“Which reminds me,” she said. “You owe me two hundred.”
“Don’t worry, I’m good for it.”
Tyler rolled his beer bottle against his chest. “More like,
he’s counting on winning it back and then some.”
She swallowed the last of her beer and put the bottle on the
table. Her hand dropped to the yellow sketch pad, her index finger riffling the
page edges.
Oh shit , Tyler thought. He knew what was coming even
before she glanced at him, their eyes connecting and sending a punch of heat to
his cock.
“Can I look?”
“Sure.” So what if seeing her do it meant a cold shower. He
was destined for one anyway.
Shane’s smile was wicked sensuality. “Bringing police work
home? Or is this the good stuff?”
“The good stuff.” Not the best. Those drawings all starred
Shane.
Madison flipped open the cover, onto a pen-and-ink scene of
a woman lying spread-eagled on a bed, her wrists and ankles bound.
“These are for a graphic novel,” Tyler said.
“You ever try this?” Shane asked, true to form, never afraid
to color outside the lines.
Her husky laugh had Tyler’s hand twitching. Had him fighting
twin urges, to grasp his cock or to grasp her hair and guide her mouth down to
it, because he knew what the rest of the sketch book held and it was too easy
to replace the woman he’d drawn before meeting Madison with images of her.
“You wish I’d answer that question,” she said.
Shane laughed. “Hell yeah. I’m a guy.”
The heat in Shane’s voice added to what was already
shimmering through Tyler.
Madison flipped the page onto the scene that would have
happened before the last.
A naked woman was on her hands and knees at the foot of the
bed. It was drawn from behind, her thighs parted to reveal swollen, wet folds
as she crawled toward the tethers attached to the headboard.
“They aren’t in order,” Tyler said, trying to control his
breathing.
“When do we get to the good part?” Madison asked. “When do
the guys show up?”
Guys .
Tyler was helpless against the rush of fantasies that had
the three of them naked and on his bed.
Shane stood. “Anybody else want another beer?”
Tyler needed something to combat the heat. “I could use
one.”
“I’m good,” Madison said, heart racing at the slip that’d
turned guy into a plural.
She flipped to the next page.
Tyler had drawn the woman as she began tugging her panties
down, though the far more interesting sights, as far as Madison was concerned, were
at the front of Tyler’s jeans and at the front of Shane’s.
Men. They were so visually oriented.
Not that she wasn’t affected.
She’d been riding a wave of sexual attraction since Shane
picked her up, and it had only gotten worse with Tyler added into the mix. Flip
a coin and she’d take either,
the Maguires or Montgomerys—not that there’d ever been one important enough to
introduce to the people closest to him.
That’s why it’d be smart to fight the attraction to Madison,
though the feel of her silky hair against his arm had him imagining it fanned across
his sheets.
“Maybe tomorrow we call in reinforcements,” he said. The
more bodies present, the less likely he was to do something stupid, like end up
in bed with Shane and Madison.
“Lyric?” Shane asked.
No way. She’d catch his interest in Madison, and Shane’s
interest, and say go for it .
“Renata. Local stories are what she does. Something in the
clue might jump out at her.”
“Good luck getting her and not Cole.”
“Renata works for Crime Tells?” Madison asked.
“She’s a reporter,” Shane said. “She’s also big brother’s
ball-and-chain.”
“Doesn’t sound like he’s exactly protesting.”
“Not now. But you should have seen him running. I’m glad he
held out as long as he did.”
Madison laughed. “Let me guess. You had money riding on it
and you won.”
“True.” Shane tipped his beer bottle in a salute.
“Which reminds me,” she said. “You owe me two hundred.”
“Don’t worry, I’m good for it.”
Tyler rolled his beer bottle against his chest. “More like,
he’s counting on winning it back and then some.”
She swallowed the last of her beer and put the bottle on the
table. Her hand dropped to the yellow sketch pad, her index finger riffling the
page edges.
Oh shit , Tyler thought. He knew what was coming even
before she glanced at him, their eyes connecting and sending a punch of heat to
his cock.
“Can I look?”
“Sure.” So what if seeing her do it meant a cold shower. He
was destined for one anyway.
Shane’s smile was wicked sensuality. “Bringing police work
home? Or is this the good stuff?”
“The good stuff.” Not the best. Those drawings all starred
Shane.
Madison flipped open the cover, onto a pen-and-ink scene of
a woman lying spread-eagled on a bed, her wrists and ankles bound.
“These are for a graphic novel,” Tyler said.
“You ever try this?” Shane asked, true to form, never afraid
to color outside the lines.
Her husky laugh had Tyler’s hand twitching. Had him fighting
twin urges, to grasp his cock or to grasp her hair and guide her mouth down to
it, because he knew what the rest of the sketch book held and it was too easy
to replace the woman he’d drawn before meeting Madison with images of her.
“You wish I’d answer that question,” she said.
Shane laughed. “Hell yeah. I’m a guy.”
The heat in Shane’s voice added to what was already
shimmering through Tyler.
Madison flipped the page onto the scene that would have
happened before the last.
A naked woman was on her hands and knees at the foot of the
bed. It was drawn from behind, her thighs parted to reveal swollen, wet folds
as she crawled toward the tethers attached to the headboard.
“They aren’t in order,” Tyler said, trying to control his
breathing.
“When do we get to the good part?” Madison asked. “When do
the guys show up?”
Guys .
Tyler was helpless against the rush of fantasies that had
the three of them naked and on his bed.
Shane stood. “Anybody else want another beer?”
Tyler needed something to combat the heat. “I could use
one.”
“I’m good,” Madison said, heart racing at the slip that’d
turned guy into a plural.
She flipped to the next page.
Tyler had drawn the woman as she began tugging her panties
down, though the far more interesting sights, as far as Madison was concerned, were
at the front of Tyler’s jeans and at the front of Shane’s.
Men. They were so visually oriented.
Not that she wasn’t affected.
She’d been riding a wave of sexual attraction since Shane
picked her up, and it had only gotten worse with Tyler added into the mix. Flip
a coin and she’d take either,
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