Teagan looked up at Liam, who hadn’t moved, clearly waiting for permission. The afternoon air hung thick between them, filled with pine and smoke and that electric something that had been building since last night.
“Okay,” Teagan whispered.
Liam stepped forward, one hand sliding to the back of Teagan’s neck while the other settled on his waist just above where Hayden’s hands rested. When their mouths met, Hayden felt Teagan’s whole body react—a full-body tremor that had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with want.
“Fuck, you look good like this,” Hayden murmured against Teagan’s ear, feeling him whimper into Liam’s mouth. “Sandwiched between us. Making those sounds.”
Teagan broke the kiss to gasp, “Not helping,” but his protest died when Liam’s mouth found his throat.
“Who said I was trying to help?” Hayden nipped at Teagan’s earlobe, drawing another of those little sounds that apparently drove Liam crazy. Good to know Hayden wasn’t the only one affected by Teagan’s kitten noises.
“You’re both awful,” Teagan managed, though his hands had found their way to Liam’s shoulders, fingers digging in. “Terrible. The worst.”
“Your corrupt lips say otherwise.” Liam’s hands dropped to grip Teagan’s ass, and with a flex of those ridiculous muscles, he lifted Teagan clean off the ground. Instinct made Teagan wrap his legs around Liam’s waist, a startled yelp escaping him.
Hayden’s mouth went dry at the sight. His boyfriend clinging to this mountain of a man, both of them breathing hard, Liam’s hands splayed possessively across Teagan’s backside.
“Still think we’re terrible?” Liam asked, voice rough enough to sand wood.
“Someone’s going to see,” Teagan managed between kisses, though he made no move to stop.
His expression held equal parts wonder and confusion, like he’d just discovered gravity worked sideways but wasn’t quite upset about it.
“Let them,” Liam growled, and the possessive note in his voice made Hayden’s knees go weak.
Teagan pulled back, looking thoroughly debauched—lips red and swollen, hair mussed, pupils blown wide with want. He blinked several times, as if coming out of a trance.
“Did we just...” Teagan looked between them, still held in Liam’s arms. “In the driveway? Where everyone could see?”
“Afraid so,” Hayden confirmed, unable to keep the satisfaction out of his voice.
Teagan dropped his forehead against Liam’s shoulder with a groan. “I can never show my face here again.”
“Too bad,” Liam said, still holding him like he weighed nothing. “Because you’re both invited back tomorrow. And the day after that. And basically every day until you get sick of me.”
Looking at the way Teagan relaxed in Liam’s hold, at the contentment settling over his boyfriend’s features, despite his embarrassment, Hayden doubted that would happen anytime soon.
* * * *
The yard had transformed into an impromptu dining room, everyone perched on folding chairs with plates balanced precariously on knees and drinks nestled in the grass. Hayden sank his teeth into his burger and couldn't suppress a groan of pleasure as juices ran down his wrist. He’d been worried about the food, but everything exceeded expectations. Well, almost everything. When no one was watching, he palmed the rubbery deviled eggs from his plate and buried them beneath napkins in the trash.
Better to spare the feelings of whoever had massacred those eggs.
Liam sat on Hayden’s left, plate bowing under a precarious mountain of food that defied physics.
On the other side of Liam sat Teagan, who’d shocked Hayden by returning for seconds. The same Teagan who typically pushed food around his plate like a suspicious TSA inspector. Yet here he was, demolishing another burger with enthusiasm. Had his boyfriend developed a hollow leg since breakfast?
Liam washed his food down with a long drink of his iced tea. Hayden had noticed that not a drop of alcohol was anywhere to be found. Which was strange since he noticed a lot of guys from the bar last night. He even recognized Preston, who’d come into Frosty Pine an hour after Hayden and Teagan, throwing on a half-apron, ready to work.
From across the yard, Preston’s voice carried over the chatter. “How were those eggs, Hayden? My own recipe.”
Jalen, seated nearby, caught Hayden's eye with a subtle head shake that spoke volumes. If only Hayden knew what that meant.
“Delicious,” Hayden lied, his broad smile hurting his cheeks.
“Your pants are on fire,” Liam said under his breath, lips twitching with suppressed laughter.
“Shut up or you’re eating the rest of them,” Hayden whispered back.
