moment but eventually balls a fist and bumps it back, bumping another smile on my face.
I like his innocence. It’s refreshing.
“He was attractive but that’s not enough to make a good Bond.” Kellar rises to his feet. “And on that note, I’m out.”
“Where you going?” I toss my head at him.
“Home to my beautiful wife who agrees that Daniel Craig is the best Bond ever.” We laugh and he follows it with, “Besides, the Kid should be home from his date in the next hour and with Maxx’s hormones so up and down it’s better if I’m there for the ‘how did it go’ conversation.”
“Maxx okay?” Luke’s immediate concern makes me smile again.
A little over protective, yeah. But other than C.J. I’ve never had any one in my life show half as much interest or concern over me. I’ve got a mother who would rather tell her friends her son is ‘finding himself’ than admit there’s even a possibility he’s gay and a father who would disown me if he ever caught wind to the fact I’m same sex oriented. Can’t pick who you share blood lines with, but you can pick your family. And I pick these guys.
“She’s as fine as she can be this close to popping,” Kellar answers fishing out his keys. “She’s just so miserable, which means I’m miserable, which means my dick is miserable.”
“And that’s why I’m betting on you for your fight against Bone Crusher.” C.J. finishes the last of his beer. “Because sexual frustration is the ultimate secret weapon in the ring.” Shooting me a crooked smirk he raises his eyebrows. “Co-sign?”
“Co-sign.” I nod.
“You should bet on me because how many times have you seen me lose?” He tilts his head.
Never. Undefeated. In fact, I still take pictures of the same Fight Nights at the bar where he got his start. It’s the little place that brought us together. That introduced me to the one person my future is worth risking for.
“That helps.” C.J. laughs rising to his feet. “I’m gonna bounce too. Erin should be getting off any minute now. She was doing hair and make up for the Ballet. Their makeup girl called in sick last minute.”
“She’s really good. I took some stills for the model she did last week.” I put my beer bottle down on the coffee table.
“Yeah...she’s pretty amazing,” he states proudly. “And now I’m going to go home and let her be amazing behind doors as well.”
“That’s my baby sister,” Luke grouses.
“I know.” C.J. chuckles like an asshole following Kellar to the door. “You heading out too?”
Luke’s eyes meet mine. Every bone in my body is aching for him to tell him no. Not yet. Just give us a few minutes alone even though I know we shouldn’t. After clearing his throat he looks at C.J. who is now frowning. “Yeah. In just a minute. I gotta use the bathroom.”
“Want us to wait?” Kellar volunteers steps away from front door.
“He’s a big boy,” I sigh. “I’m sure he can walk to the parking lot on his own.”
C.J. gives me a warning look that I actively avoid by pretending to check a text on my phone.
“Night,” Kellar calls out.
“Stuart.” C.J. grabs my eyes back up to his. With a very cautious look he states, “I’ll text you in the morning about that thing .”
You know there’s no thing right? Does he realize how transparent he looks right now?
With a serious face I say, “Night.”
Once he strolls out moments after Kellar, Luke questions, “Bathroom?”
“I’ll show you the guest bathroom.” I stand.
“Don’t want me to see yours?” he playfully teases, looking a little more relaxed without an audience.
“You can see mine, if you see my bed too,” the flirty invitation causes his eyes to widen. With a short snicker I shake my head heading around to the hall that runs beside the stairs. “Don’t worry. No pressure for a slumber party. I just like to be the one that puts that blue in your eyes.” With a point of a finger I direct him to the end
I like his innocence. It’s refreshing.
“He was attractive but that’s not enough to make a good Bond.” Kellar rises to his feet. “And on that note, I’m out.”
“Where you going?” I toss my head at him.
“Home to my beautiful wife who agrees that Daniel Craig is the best Bond ever.” We laugh and he follows it with, “Besides, the Kid should be home from his date in the next hour and with Maxx’s hormones so up and down it’s better if I’m there for the ‘how did it go’ conversation.”
“Maxx okay?” Luke’s immediate concern makes me smile again.
A little over protective, yeah. But other than C.J. I’ve never had any one in my life show half as much interest or concern over me. I’ve got a mother who would rather tell her friends her son is ‘finding himself’ than admit there’s even a possibility he’s gay and a father who would disown me if he ever caught wind to the fact I’m same sex oriented. Can’t pick who you share blood lines with, but you can pick your family. And I pick these guys.
“She’s as fine as she can be this close to popping,” Kellar answers fishing out his keys. “She’s just so miserable, which means I’m miserable, which means my dick is miserable.”
“And that’s why I’m betting on you for your fight against Bone Crusher.” C.J. finishes the last of his beer. “Because sexual frustration is the ultimate secret weapon in the ring.” Shooting me a crooked smirk he raises his eyebrows. “Co-sign?”
“Co-sign.” I nod.
“You should bet on me because how many times have you seen me lose?” He tilts his head.
Never. Undefeated. In fact, I still take pictures of the same Fight Nights at the bar where he got his start. It’s the little place that brought us together. That introduced me to the one person my future is worth risking for.
“That helps.” C.J. laughs rising to his feet. “I’m gonna bounce too. Erin should be getting off any minute now. She was doing hair and make up for the Ballet. Their makeup girl called in sick last minute.”
“She’s really good. I took some stills for the model she did last week.” I put my beer bottle down on the coffee table.
“Yeah...she’s pretty amazing,” he states proudly. “And now I’m going to go home and let her be amazing behind doors as well.”
“That’s my baby sister,” Luke grouses.
“I know.” C.J. chuckles like an asshole following Kellar to the door. “You heading out too?”
Luke’s eyes meet mine. Every bone in my body is aching for him to tell him no. Not yet. Just give us a few minutes alone even though I know we shouldn’t. After clearing his throat he looks at C.J. who is now frowning. “Yeah. In just a minute. I gotta use the bathroom.”
“Want us to wait?” Kellar volunteers steps away from front door.
“He’s a big boy,” I sigh. “I’m sure he can walk to the parking lot on his own.”
C.J. gives me a warning look that I actively avoid by pretending to check a text on my phone.
“Night,” Kellar calls out.
“Stuart.” C.J. grabs my eyes back up to his. With a very cautious look he states, “I’ll text you in the morning about that thing .”
You know there’s no thing right? Does he realize how transparent he looks right now?
With a serious face I say, “Night.”
Once he strolls out moments after Kellar, Luke questions, “Bathroom?”
“I’ll show you the guest bathroom.” I stand.
“Don’t want me to see yours?” he playfully teases, looking a little more relaxed without an audience.
“You can see mine, if you see my bed too,” the flirty invitation causes his eyes to widen. With a short snicker I shake my head heading around to the hall that runs beside the stairs. “Don’t worry. No pressure for a slumber party. I just like to be the one that puts that blue in your eyes.” With a point of a finger I direct him to the end
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