AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Fine,” Grant grumbled, scrubbing a hand through his hair. “I’ll go get the intel, but I’m hauling ass back here and ordering the motion detectors and security cameras.”
“Good. I’ll help you install them when they get here.” Mack curtly nodded.
As the choking tension in the room lessened, I drew in a deep breath before climbing off Grant’s luscious, thick erection and easing onto my chair. He tucked his phone away, then took a sip of his coffee.
“Aren’t you gonna start cooking?” Mack asked impatiently.
“In a minute.”
“What are you waiting on, man?”
“For my cock to deflate, if you must know,” Grant said with an irritated scowl.
As Mack burst out laughing and shook his head, I pinched my lips together and held back a giggle.
“Dude, unless it’s so big you can’t belly up to the stove, I don’t give a fuck about your junk.” Mack chuckled.
“What if it is?” Grant countered.
“Then you shouldn’t be raising cattle. You should be starring in porn movies,” Mack drawled.
I slapped a hand over my mouth and shook with silent laughter as relief wended through me.
The giant elephant of fear and uncertainty was still in the room, but Grant and Mack refused to keep feeding the beast. Instead, they’d shoved it into a corner and invited a sense of normality back into our lives with their zany banter.
Grant muttered a curse, then stood and pinned Mack with a fake glare before striding to the stove.
Minutes later, as usual, I carried a stack of French toast to the table before we filled our plates. Like always, Mack complimented Grant’s cooking. Though none of us attacked our food with much gusto, we laughed and talked, and made a concerted effort to pretend it was an ordinary morning.
At least, until Grant stood to leave.
As if a switch had been flipped, the oppressive tension filled the room again, making it hard to breathe. After wrapping me in a fervent hug, Grant pressed a passionate kiss to my lips—drinking me in like a life-force—then pinned Mack with a pleading stare.
“With my life, bro,” Mack vowed, clapping Grant on the back.
Grant’s stare held me prisoner for several long seconds. Then he nodded his head and flashed me a crooked smile. “I’ll be right back, darlin’.”
“I’ll be right here,” I promised as he turned and walked out the door.
Mack and I wordlessly stood in the kitchen until the rumble of Grant’s truck faded away.
“So, what do you want to do? Play poker or clean up?” Mack asked, severing the suffocating silence.
“Clean. I have no idea how to play poker.”
He blinked in surprise, then flashed a wicked grin before rubbing his hands together. “I’ll teach you.”
“Teach me, or take all my money?”
“Depends. How much you got?” He playfully winked.
“I’ll stick with the dishes. They’re a much safer bet.”
“Fine,” he drawled dramatically. “But only if you let me help.”
“I’ll get them. I’m sure you’ve got plenty of chores to do.”
“They’ll keep.”
