Cooper Davis Taking You Home

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something to offend you?"
"You're way too interested in Max." Go me! I finally put it
out there.
"What are you talking about?" he laughs, shaking his head.
"Max is my good friend."
"Like hell," I say, staring out at the dance floor. "You're
into him."
"Hunter, you're talking crazy. Max and I were over long
ago, before we even got started."
"Oh, that's not what Max said."
"No?" He seems genuinely curious now.
"He was smitten with you, that's what he told me.
Smitten." I draw the word out for massive emphasis.
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Now Brian's just smiling, shaking his head in amusement.
"He broke up with me, you know," he says and that's when I
realize he's staring at Peter while he talks. Not Max. "After
telling me all about his straight best friend, the one he just
couldn't shake. The one he thought about constantly, but had
no idea how to ask out, or feel out, or whatever."
"He told you about me?"
"Yes, Hunter. In fact, you owe me a little thank you, I
believe."
"What for?" But I think I already know what's coming next.
"Because I'm the one who told him to ask you out."
Now why the hell didn't Max ever supply this handy bit of
information? But then I remember how pleased he was with
me being all jealous, how much it seemed to light him up.
The little bastard, he's let this possessive streak in me
simmer for a long damned time.
"Never knew that," I say, nodding like a dope, and feeling
completely mortified.
"I told him that if he didn't, he'd wake up one day and his
straight best friend would have a wife, two kids and a
mortgage, and he'd have lost his chance forever."
Okay, it's true. Not only are John Ramirez and Max's clingy
T-shirt my two new best friends, but Brian Edwards's name
has just been added to that growing list.
"Thanks, man," I mumble, staring down into my beer
glass. "I owe you big time."
He laughs, shaking his head. "Not at all. I just didn't want
you thinking I was after Maxine or anything. Although she is a
pretty little piece of tail."
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"Well if you lay a hand on her, I'm kicking your ass."
"There you go," he grins. "You got it now. Defending your
girl's honor and all that."
"Maxine's mine, man."
Who knew? Not only is Brian a total standup guy, he's
funny as hell, too. Good thing I'm already in love.
And, man, am I in love, I think when Maxine cozies up
next to me. "Hey, sweet thang," I purr in her ear, slipping my
hand around her waist. "Can I take you home tonight?"
The golden eyes narrow and she leans right against me,
looping her hands around my neck. Pure kitten, and I want to
lap her all up. "Counting on it, sweetheart."
"Good. Soon though, okay?" And I sound every bit as
desperate as I feel, fingering that sequined waist beneath my
calloused fingertips.
Soft, girlish voice in my ear, she says, "I'm betting that
forty-five minutes from now, we'll be making love."
Now how's a guy supposed to resist a come on from a girl
like that?
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Chapter Ten
When I wake the next morning, it's to find Max snuggled
up close against me. His eyes are still lined with dark green
and one of the sequined combs is tangled in his hair. Guess
it's pretty evident that we didn't bother with a damn thing
once we finished making love, just kind of collapsed into bed,
a heap of loving exhaustion.
As I lie there watching him, I can't resist stroking the soft
curls that still frame his face. I swear it absolutely staggers
me what a gorgeous woman he made last night.
A year ago, it would have terrified me, him looking that
way. Hell, probably even a few months ago. Maybe it should
shake me up now, but it just doesn't. Because the thing about
my Maxine, that lovely little kitten who pounced on me last
night?
Well, she's still my Maxwell, just a slightly different angle
on my baby, that's all.
So I lie beside him now and run my fingertips down his
backbone, drawing the sheet back so I can really see his
sinewy shoulders and rippled arms. God, he's one hell of a
handsome man too. No wonder he drove me fucking mad in
that cocktail dress.
Ah, the dress. Sequins and shimmering blackness, clinging
to the curvy figure of the one I love. Well, I know one thing
about that damned dress, and the person who wore it last
night.
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I will never forget the first time Maxine and I made love.
Never. Not if I live another hundred years, not if I die
tomorrow. Last night is just burned into my memory with all
the power of forever.
The way we danced for so long in the darkened living room
after we got home, with only the moonlight whispering
between us. How I lost myself in those feline eyes as we
swayed together to the music. Not too close, a little apart,
enough so that certain mysteries stayed clear between us. We
both made sure of that.
Lovers' music she chose, a little androgynous. Dakota
Staton. The kind of music you put on when you want to
seduce someone against a very slow groove. I never realized
Max knew about Dakota, but guess I was wrong on that
count.
And then how forbidden it all was, especially once I slipped
my hand beneath the hem of her dress, lifting it gently
upward, easing it higher until I caressed her smooth, nylon-
clad thighs. Then discovered those lacy little garters, so
damned unexpected it was enough to bring this farm boy to
his knees.
I snapped those clasps open with loving care, one at a
time, just holding my breath. And only then did I find
Maxine's sweetest secret of all, the silken panties right
beneath.
I spun her around then, so I held her in front of me, and [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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