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Okay, that's bullshit. It's not courtesy. It's more that I need an ocean of cold water to convince my cock to settle down.
Those groans, the need filling her eyes, the way her wrists flexed against my hand—she's burnt into my brain.
When I get back to the suite, Kaylee is already sitting next to Emma. Her knees are glued together. Her cheeks are flushed. Half I might accidentally flash the room. Half I can't believe I did that.
Her eyes catch mine.
Her lips curl into a smile.
That blush spreads all the way to her cheeks.
This is our secret.
Or—
Dean looks to me and cocks a brow.
I say nothing as I take my seat next to him.
"You did," he whispers.
I shrug. "Mind your own business."
Walker chuckles. "About time, Kane."
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Brendon
The next morning, I drop Kaylee off at school.
I think about her every break in my day.
By my last appointment, I'm chomping at the bit.
"What was it like?" Dean moves into my suite. Leans against the wall. "As good as you imagined?"
"Fuck off. I'm working." I try to add irritation to my voice, but it won't happen. I love that Dean is desperate for details. There's so much I want to say about her. I'm bursting at the seams.
Too bad this client is a mutual friend. And an old friend. One of our oldest and most loyal clients.
Joel lives and dies for this kind of conversation.
I can't use him as an excuse.
Shit, I better—
"Don't hold back for me. I want to hear," Joel says. His voice has that effortless breeziness. Like Walker's, but brighter. Richer. More famous. "Sounds dirty."
"Very." Dean chuckles. "Sex in an alley. That's a hell of a way to lose it."
"Why do you ruin everything beautiful?" Damn, I'm smiling. I can't help it. Life is too fucking good right now. And I'm about to see Kay. One more line and this thing is done.
"You can't know light without darkness," Dean says.
Joel's wavy hair whips his cheeks as he shakes his head. He looks every bit the effortless playboy rock star. He even has the let's not talk about my band shrug down pat.
I didn't know shit about Dangerous Noise until Emma decided it was her favorite band. She's had a few choice posters up on her bedroom walls. Men on beds, stripping out of their clothes, shooting come hither looks.
