“Nothing.”
He looked serious, prompting Cannon to snort. “That’s a first for you, then.” Armie didn’t do second dates, unless he got what he wanted and more on the first.
“Well, I’d been planning all kinds of fun shit, but she booked on me.”
Heavy unease sank onto Cannon. “She wasn’t with you last night?”
“You know she wasn’t. Hell, I was out in front of the bar with you, remember?”
He waved that away. “After that, I mean. When Yvette and I left.”
Armie started to answer, but he got a text. “Give me a sec.” He settled back again, reading the message on his phone.
Knowing it could be anything from business with the rec center, his upcoming fight or a woman, Cannon went back to fixing the coffee. Assuming Armie would want some, too, he got out two mugs and was just pouring it when he felt two small, soft hands come around him, going unerringly to his junk.
That was startling enough, but then he felt naked br**sts on his back.
He damn near dropped the carafe, but managed to set it quickly in the sink.
At about the same time, Armie’s chair hit the floor. Cannon twisted in time to see Armie turning his back.
Finally realizing they weren’t alone, Yvette screeched, jumping behind Cannon.
One palm braced flat on the wall, the other rubbing the back of his neck, Armie said, “Hi, Yvette.”
Yvette muttered, “Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God.”
“Asshole,” Cannon told him while reaching back to her—and realizing she was completely nude. “Keep your nose to the wall!”
“Yeah, sure.” Armie’s shoulders moved. “Already saw it all anyway.”
Cannon snarled. “Shut up, damn it.”
He started to snicker.
To Cannon’s surprise, Yvette did, too. In between heartfelt “Oh, my God” laments, she groaned and laughed, and even cursed a little.
“Come on.” Keeping her tucked behind him, one eye on Armie, he led her back to the hallway. To Armie, he said, “Don’t budge! I’ll be right back.”
“Sure you don’t want me to get out of here?”
“Stay.” He had a dozen questions for Armie.
Still keeping his gaze averted, Armie saluted him.
Soon as they were out of the kitchen, Cannon pulled Yvette around in front of him so he could shield the back of her.
And what a beautiful backside it was.
She was still giggling, so he gave her a swat on that delectable tush.
She jumped, put both hands there and started roaring with laughter. It got Cannon’s mouth twitching, too.
In the bedroom, he closed the door and leaned back on it. Could a man be more divided?
His best friend had just seen Yvette naked.
Yvette had wanted him enough to come to him, in the kitchen, naked.
He wasn’t sure what the hell to do.
Arms now around her middle, she dropped to sit on the bed and tried to get a grip on her hilarity.
Damn, she looked beautiful. Her long dark hair hung smooth over her shoulders, around her br**sts, playing peekaboo with her pretty pink ni**les. The hair between her legs was just as dark, a striking contrast to her pale belly and inner thighs. She looked sweet and soft all over.
Clearly, she’d hoped to get him off track from their talk.
Cannon crossed his arms. “Armie just saw you buck-ass.”
“I know.” More giggles racked her. “He almost fell out of his chair.”
His smile went crooked. “Neither of us is ever going to hear the end of it.”
Wiping her eyes, she smiled up at him. “You could have told me we had company.”
“I figured you heard us talking.”
“I was brushing my teeth and washing and using my blow-dryer to smooth my hair.” Her smile teased. “And thinking of everything I wanted to do to you.”
He couldn’t wait to find out what that might be.
Though she was still pink cheeked over getting caught, she stood, arms at her sides, and let him look at her body. “I was hoping to derail you a bit.”
“I know.” But he wouldn’t let her.
“Want to know how?” She slowly came toward him, that sexy little smile still in place.
“You’re naked. You made a grab for my dick.” He lifted a brow. “Pretty sure I can guess.”
When she reached him, she ran her hands up his body. Sighing brokenly, she whispered, “Last night, the way you were...”
Crazed with lust. “Yeah?”
“I really loved that.” She leaned in and kissed his chest. “I was going to make you a deal.”
“All right. Let’s hear it.” Better now, with Armie waiting so he couldn’t easily give in. Having a buddy in hearing distance pretty much guaranteed he wouldn’t let her twist him around her little finger.
Still kissing him, brushing her nose over his chest hair, lightly touching her tongue to his right nipple, she said, “I’ll stop trying to...to be so private—just with you—if you’ll stop treating me like fine china.” She took a love bite of his pec muscle, then looked up at him with her big green eyes warm and hungry. “How can I get past that scared little girl I used to be if you can’t?”
Was that what she thought?
Was that how he’d been?
From down the hallway, Armie yelled, “I was willing to wait for you two to grab a quickie, but if you think I’m hanging around for extended foreplay, forget it.”
He looked serious, prompting Cannon to snort. “That’s a first for you, then.” Armie didn’t do second dates, unless he got what he wanted and more on the first.
“Well, I’d been planning all kinds of fun shit, but she booked on me.”
Heavy unease sank onto Cannon. “She wasn’t with you last night?”
“You know she wasn’t. Hell, I was out in front of the bar with you, remember?”
He waved that away. “After that, I mean. When Yvette and I left.”
Armie started to answer, but he got a text. “Give me a sec.” He settled back again, reading the message on his phone.
Knowing it could be anything from business with the rec center, his upcoming fight or a woman, Cannon went back to fixing the coffee. Assuming Armie would want some, too, he got out two mugs and was just pouring it when he felt two small, soft hands come around him, going unerringly to his junk.
That was startling enough, but then he felt naked br**sts on his back.
He damn near dropped the carafe, but managed to set it quickly in the sink.
At about the same time, Armie’s chair hit the floor. Cannon twisted in time to see Armie turning his back.
Finally realizing they weren’t alone, Yvette screeched, jumping behind Cannon.
One palm braced flat on the wall, the other rubbing the back of his neck, Armie said, “Hi, Yvette.”
Yvette muttered, “Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God.”
“Asshole,” Cannon told him while reaching back to her—and realizing she was completely nude. “Keep your nose to the wall!”
“Yeah, sure.” Armie’s shoulders moved. “Already saw it all anyway.”
Cannon snarled. “Shut up, damn it.”
He started to snicker.
To Cannon’s surprise, Yvette did, too. In between heartfelt “Oh, my God” laments, she groaned and laughed, and even cursed a little.
“Come on.” Keeping her tucked behind him, one eye on Armie, he led her back to the hallway. To Armie, he said, “Don’t budge! I’ll be right back.”
“Sure you don’t want me to get out of here?”
“Stay.” He had a dozen questions for Armie.
Still keeping his gaze averted, Armie saluted him.
Soon as they were out of the kitchen, Cannon pulled Yvette around in front of him so he could shield the back of her.
And what a beautiful backside it was.
She was still giggling, so he gave her a swat on that delectable tush.
She jumped, put both hands there and started roaring with laughter. It got Cannon’s mouth twitching, too.
In the bedroom, he closed the door and leaned back on it. Could a man be more divided?
His best friend had just seen Yvette naked.
Yvette had wanted him enough to come to him, in the kitchen, naked.
He wasn’t sure what the hell to do.
Arms now around her middle, she dropped to sit on the bed and tried to get a grip on her hilarity.
Damn, she looked beautiful. Her long dark hair hung smooth over her shoulders, around her br**sts, playing peekaboo with her pretty pink ni**les. The hair between her legs was just as dark, a striking contrast to her pale belly and inner thighs. She looked sweet and soft all over.
Clearly, she’d hoped to get him off track from their talk.
Cannon crossed his arms. “Armie just saw you buck-ass.”
“I know.” More giggles racked her. “He almost fell out of his chair.”
His smile went crooked. “Neither of us is ever going to hear the end of it.”
Wiping her eyes, she smiled up at him. “You could have told me we had company.”
“I figured you heard us talking.”
“I was brushing my teeth and washing and using my blow-dryer to smooth my hair.” Her smile teased. “And thinking of everything I wanted to do to you.”
He couldn’t wait to find out what that might be.
Though she was still pink cheeked over getting caught, she stood, arms at her sides, and let him look at her body. “I was hoping to derail you a bit.”
“I know.” But he wouldn’t let her.
“Want to know how?” She slowly came toward him, that sexy little smile still in place.
“You’re naked. You made a grab for my dick.” He lifted a brow. “Pretty sure I can guess.”
When she reached him, she ran her hands up his body. Sighing brokenly, she whispered, “Last night, the way you were...”
Crazed with lust. “Yeah?”
“I really loved that.” She leaned in and kissed his chest. “I was going to make you a deal.”
“All right. Let’s hear it.” Better now, with Armie waiting so he couldn’t easily give in. Having a buddy in hearing distance pretty much guaranteed he wouldn’t let her twist him around her little finger.
Still kissing him, brushing her nose over his chest hair, lightly touching her tongue to his right nipple, she said, “I’ll stop trying to...to be so private—just with you—if you’ll stop treating me like fine china.” She took a love bite of his pec muscle, then looked up at him with her big green eyes warm and hungry. “How can I get past that scared little girl I used to be if you can’t?”
Was that what she thought?
Was that how he’d been?
From down the hallway, Armie yelled, “I was willing to wait for you two to grab a quickie, but if you think I’m hanging around for extended foreplay, forget it.”
