One Night of Trouble

Brett’s legs buckled under her. She collapsed on the tiled floor in a heap of giggles, barely able to hear him over the sounds bursting out of her throat.

“The stripper showed up after that, and I guess he was pretty good? I’ve never seen a male stripper in action, so I don’t have anything to compare him to. The guy was all about the glitter, though.” AJ dragged his hand through his hair, and a few sprinkles of silver danced off and sparkled in the light.

Brett’s laughs turned to hiccups as she swiped at her watery cheeks. “Oh God. I’m going to pee my pants. I can’t believe you accidentally went to a gay engagement party—and liked it.”

AJ loomed over her, frowning at the sad mess she’d become. “They were good guys. Well, except for Tony—he was a total dick. Turns out he used to date Steve before Steve and Liam hooked up, and he’s clearly still carrying a torch for him. He was scowling in the corner like an asshole the entire time.”

Another high-pitched wail flew out.

“So yeah, I got a bunch of their numbers. We’re all going to hang out again, I think. And I’m—” He stopped abruptly.

“Please. Oh God, please finish that sentence.”

There was a resigned flicker in his eyes as she hiccupped loudly. “I’m now an official member of the Roxbury Lions.”

Her lips trembled. “The Roxbury Lions?”

“Yeah. It’s, uh, an all-gay amateur rugby league. Season starts in July.”

Brett didn’t think she could laugh any harder, but oh Lord, she did. Her stomach hurt as she curled up on the kitchen floor, unable to stop picturing the images AJ had described. When she felt herself being hauled to her feet, she giggled even louder, burying her face against AJ’s chest as she shuddered uncontrollably.

Eventually she became aware that he was laughing too, the husky sounds warming the top of her head as he rested both hands on her lower back.

“Fine, I guess it is kinda funny.” He chuckled. “It definitely wasn’t what I expected to be doing tonight.”

“Oh my God. You’re one of a kind, AJ,” she mumbled into his chest. “One of a fucking kind.”

“I am?”

She rubbed her tear-soaked cheeks and tilted her head up to look at him. “I’m not sure other men would have handled that as well as you.”

He drew his brows together in a frown. “What, did you think I was a homophobe?”

“Of course not. But even the most tolerant hetero guys might get freaked out by something like that. People don’t like to step out of their comfort zones.” She leaned up and brushed her lips over his jaw. “I like that you were able to do that and have a good time.”

“Hmmm…well…” His voice became thoughtful. “I do feel a tad intimidated. Like maybe my masculinity has been threatened.”

She caught the wicked curve of his mouth. “Liar.”

“I’m serious.” He swept a possessive hand over her tailbone before dragging it down to pinch her ass. “I think you might need to help me out. You know, remind me how much I love women…”

“Oh really? How?”

In the blink of an eye, the air in the kitchen transformed from light with humor to thick with sex.

“I’m sure you can figure something out after you undo my pants.”

…

AJ had never seen a more beautiful view than Brett sinking to her knees in front of him. With her cheeks still flushed from her fit of laughter and her dark eyes burning with passion, she was temptation personified. A perfect, heart-stoppingly sexy picture he would happily take to his death.

“You poor thing,” she murmured, both hands poised on his belt buckle. “Not feeling so masculine, huh?”

He hissed when she slipped the belt free, deliberately rubbing the heel of her hand over his erection. She damn well knew exactly how masculine he was feeling at the moment. His rock-hard cock was all the evidence she needed.

And no, he hadn’t been intimidated in the slightest back at Donnelly’s, at least not after he’d accepted the situation and gave up on trying to reach Brett. He’d actually had a pretty fun time.

“How on earth am I going to make it better?” Brett peered up with a mocking smile, while her fingers eased down his zipper.

He voiced a helpful suggestion. “Your mouth on my dick would be a good start.”

She laughed, and the sweet sound was like music to his ears. Christ, he loved hearing her laugh. Seeing her bent over backward a minute ago had been like stepping into a ray of sunshine. It had warmed his entire body, made him want to join her on the floor and roll around like a kid with her.

“And what do I get in return?” she teased.

“My dick in your mouth.” He wiggled his eyebrows as if to say duh, and got the desired response. Another melodic laugh, this one snaking into his chest and circling his heart.

She heaved an exaggerated sigh. “I guess I can live with that.”

A second later, she had his erection in hand, and neither of them was capable of doing much talking after that.