“I’m gonna come,” he muttered. “You want it in your mouth?”

Her head bobbed as she nodded, her eyes hazy, shining with passion.

That eager gaze was all it took. He exploded in a boiling rush, one hand entangled in her hair, the other braced on the chest of drawers next to the door. Black dots danced in his vision, his mind losing the capability for thought. A fire of ecstasy burned in his blood, blazing hotter as Miranda’s throat worked to swallow his seed.

“Jesus.” His erection popped out of her mouth, coated with saliva. “I guess we don’t need a condom after all.”

Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she wobbled to her feet and smiled. A tiny little smile boasting of feminine satisfaction, as if she was mighty pleased with herself. “We weren’t ever getting to the condom part, babe. Wasn’t part of my dastardly plan.”

“Your plan involved getting on your knees, sucking my cock, and making me come?” When she nodded, he raised a mocking brow. “Then why’d you take off your leggings and panties?”

“So I could get myself off while I was carrying out the aforementioned dastardly plan.”

“I see.” He slanted his head. “And did you get yourself off?”

A sheepish smiled lifted her lips. “No. I totally got distracted.”

Seth checked the clock. “Well, we’ve still got two minutes left…”

“No way would I be able to come in two minutes.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“Seth—”

He dropped to the floor, making her yelp as he grabbed one of her shapely legs and draped it over his shoulder. Her slick folds, pink and perfect, hovered directly over his mouth.

Licking his lips, he tilted his head to meet her eyes and said, “Challenge accepted.”

“Are you seriously trying to convince me that the 49ers are a better team than the Bears?” Aidan shook his head in disbelief before taking a long swig of beer. “No way, Wade. You’re nuts.”

“Me? Look in the mirror, Rhodes. You’re living in the past,” Dylan retorted. “Newsflash—it’s not 1985 anymore. The glory days are over.”

“Says the guy whose team plays for the NFC West.” Aidan snorted. “AKA the special education division.”

Dylan flashed his middle finger. He was ready with a comeback, but his phone buzzed before he could open his mouth. He glanced at the screen and read the incoming text from Seth, then glanced at Aidan.

“Seth and Jackson are chilling at the Sand Hole tonight. You wanna go?”

Aidan shrugged. “Not really. You?”

“Naah.”

They eyed each other for a moment, and something shifted in the night breeze slithering over the terrace. After a beat of silence, they both reached for their respective beers.

Dylan fixed his gaze on the city skyline, pretending to be fascinated with the tall skyscrapers and twinkling lights when all he could think about was how good Aidan looked tonight and how awesome the last few days had been.

Despite the awkwardness of that first night, it turned out they made pretty good roommates. Neither of them were slobs, they both liked to cook, they enjoyed watching the same programs on TV. And Aidan subscribed to the NFL network, which meant football twenty-four-seven. Dylan never got to enjoy football talk at home—pansy-ass Seth was all about boxing matches and pay-per-view fights, which was probably a Vegas thing, but annoying nonetheless.

Then again, there was a definite upside to living with Seth: Dylan didn’t want to rip the guy’s clothes off every time he saw him.

And interestingly enough, Seth, who was intense as hell, was actually less intense than Aidan. On the surface Aidan was charming and funny, but every now and then he got quiet, his dark eyes becoming shuttered. And if you looked really hard, you sometimes glimpsed a shadow or two that you couldn’t decipher, a hint of the secrets that lurked behind that enigmatic expression. But whatever shadows Aidan harbored, he didn’t seem inclined to shed light on them, and Dylan wasn’t one to push.

However, when it came to another aspect of Aidan’s life, he was far too curious not to bring it up.

“So what’s the deal with you and Matt and Savannah?” Dylan asked, leaning back in the cushioned chair.

Aidan grinned. “What do you mean?”

“Those two are in a committed relationship, right?”

“Yes.”

“Yet according to Cash, you’re frequently over at their place, in Matt’s bedroom…” He shrugged. “How does that work exactly?”

Aidan’s dimples made an appearance as his grin widened. “You need me to spell out the logistics of a ménage à trois, man?”

“Ha-ha. I mean, don’t you feel like the third wheel? Matt and Savannah are in love.” He paused in afterthought. “Unless…wait, are all three of you…?”

“No, the three of us are not in love.” Rolling his eyes, Aidan reached for the pack of Newports on the glass table and extracted a cigarette. He lit up, chuckling as he exhaled a cloud of smoke that swiftly got carried away by the breeze. “It’s really not that complicated. Matt and Savannah are together and they love each other. Matt’s my best friend. Savannah’s a good friend.”

“Okay, I’m following you so far…”

“Savannah and Matt are also the most sexually uninhibited people I’ve ever met in my life. They like to have fun and experiment, and they also happen to enjoy variety.” He flashed those dimples again. “And when they want variety, they call me.”




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