Double blow job
Lucky Pierre
Forever Kind of Thing
I entwined my fingers through Christian’s, saying nothing as he wrapped up his conversation with the man in front of him.
Well, I didn’t really know if the conversation was nearing its end.
But if I had it my way…
I’d been looking for Chris for the last fifteen minutes, since I left my parents’ tent, only to spot him near the edge of the parking lot, talking to Simeon Kane.
There was nothing wrong with Simeon, per se. If you liked men built like a brick wall who had skin like midnight and locs that reached the middle of their back.
He was attractive. Nobody was denying that. The problem was he’d flirt with a damn door if the wind was right. I’d seen him in action enough to know what those shoulder touches he kept giving Christian meant.
He was trying to set a trap. Not that Christian was interested, but that had never been an obstacle for him. The man loved a challenge.
That was Simeon Kane in a nutshell.
The same Simeon Kane who’d gone from hanging on to Christian’s every word to studying our interlocked fingers.
His brow climbed with interest. “Hey, Soul.”
I nodded. If I said something, I’d ruin my facade. I might not have known how to harden my voice like Rico and Christian, but damn it, I could stand here and glare.
Christian looked at me from his peripheral before turning to face me head on. He met my eyes like he’d just realized I was here and the smirk on his lips made mine lift on reflex.
“You ready to go?” he asked, his tone more intimate than I expected.
“Yes.”
Simeon cleared his throat, but I didn’t look at him. “I can see you’re busy. I’ll catch up with you later, Christian.”
He smiled when Christian dapped him up. Then he shifted his body to study me. “Good seeing you, Soul.”
When he was gone, Christian gave me his full attention.
“What was that?”
“He was flirting with you.”
Disbelief widened his eyes until I could see every speck of gold hidden in his cocoa-colored irises.
“Soul, he wasn’t flirting. We were talking about his new personal training business.”
“That’s how it starts,” I followed up. What did he think would happen when Simeon got him alone in a gym?
Christian didn’t say anything, he just let me have it.
And I was glad because he wasours. And I didn’t like people touching what was mine.
