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You serious about that? he asked in a level voice. There was a tiny
flare of hope in his eyes.
Jay swallowed, cursing himself for bringing up the subject.
However, there was no denying he meant what he said, even if he
didn t know it before he actually said it. And what did that mean?
Greg had insisted Jay move in with him ever since they d wrapped
up the case. Jay stubbornly resisted. Why, he couldn t be sure. He was
spending most of his time there anyway, so paying a lease at his
apartment was throwing away money at this point. Then again, maybe
he clung to his apartment because it was his safety net. If he broke up
with Greg, and shit, if he had to break up, that meant they were in a
relationship. He took a deep breath. I guess I am.
Fuck it. Suddenly he could relate to what Greg went through when
he left him all those years ago. He didn t want to be in love with a
man, so he broke it up. Jay didn t want to be in love with Greg,
which, he had to admit, didn t mean he wasn t in love with Greg. He
wasn t going to wait ten years for another chance.
He raised his chin. Well, he challenged, what do you say?
Something flashed in Greg s eyes. He looked Jay over, his slow
perusal making Jay s blood heat.
You ve got yourself a deal. He turned back briskly and raised
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his gun again.
He shot two times in rapid succession. Jay shifted, checking if the
room was empty. Satisfied that it was and that the two of them
appeared to be the only ones there, he stepped closer to Greg. Once he
was behind him, he let his arms slide over Greg s hips until they were
resting on his belt buckle. He paused there, feeling Greg s body go
taut. He pressed his lips to Greg s shoulder. He smelled of gun oil and
sweat. A shiver went through the other man.
That s not, Greg started, his breath leaving his lungs in a rush,
fair, Jay. Despite his words, he leaned unconsciously into Jay.
It wasn t meant to be.
Greg groaned. Jay, he said warningly.
Rising up on his toes, Jay nipped at the bare skin of his neck,
above his shirt collar.
Relax, Jay said, I ll move in either way.
That s good to know, Greg said through clenched teeth. Why
challenge me then?
Jay smoothed his palm over Greg s belly. He felt his muscles
tense and idly toyed with the idea of sneaking his hand under the
shirt.
Maybe I want to see how motivated you are, he suggested. Get
you to impress me, he added, to make sure Greg didn t get the wrong
idea. He was going to move in, and he didn t doubt Greg wanted him
to. It was just...fun teasing him.
Oh, I m...very motivated, Greg said, grabbing his hand and
pushing it under his shirt. As his fingers skimmed over naked, warm
skin, arousal spiking in his belly, Jay found himself calculating how
many bullets Greg had left.
Fine. Let s see if I can distract you.
Greg exhaled sharply, taking stance again. You know, if you
keep this up, you ll be the one driving us home. I don t think I ll be
able to concentrate.
Jay ground his hips against Greg s ass. I can get behind that
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plan.
Greg s next shot missed the mark completely.
I still shoot better than you, Jay quipped. Greg twisted his head
so he could look at him. Jay shivered at the heated look he got.
As to that, Greg answered, we can practice, can t we? A lot?
THE END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Sunny Day s main preoccupation in life is reading and/or writing
books, though she much prefers reading what someone else wrote.
She is thirtysomething, single, and can usually be found attached to
her laptop. Her only form of exercise is bouncing up and down when
whatever story she is working on shapes well. She hopes readers will
enjoy this one.
Also by Sunny Day
Ménage and More: Hot in Space
Siren Classic ManLove: Recovery 1: Cowboy Needed
Ménage Amour: Knightly Bonds 1: Their Majesties Knight
Siren Classic ManLove: Raphael s Mating
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