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Henri’s hips bucked up at the bold promise; he loved that Bailey was now comfortable enough to let go, as he began to work their erections like a pro. Then all talking ceased, Bailey’s lips were on Henri’s, and as the two of them consumed one another on the kitchen floor, nothing else existed.
Not time. Not space. Not even who they were. All that mattered in that moment was that they were together. That they were chasing after the same thing and nothing was going to get in their way.
“Henri…” Bailey’s raspy sigh made Henri’s fingers dig harder into Bailey’s ass in an effort to get closer. “God… I… Fuck…”
Bailey nuzzled his face into the crook of Henri’s neck as he continued to move above him, and Henri brought his other hand up to massage the back of Bailey’s head.
With both hands, Henri anchored Bailey to him as though he were afraid he might disappear. His orgasm was right there, and he was hanging on by a thread as Bailey gave them that last hard pull—when suddenly, a loud pounding that wasn’t them intruded on their world.
Like a bucket of ice water had been tossed over the top of them, Bailey tensed over Henri and froze in place. But there was no way Henri was letting the outside world intrude now, not when they were this fucking close. So, he rolled them over and took over Bailey’s stroking, crashing their mouths together in a soul-destroying kiss designed to blow the top of Bailey’s head off—and it worked.
Bailey’s hips punched up, his dick gliding along the slick underside of Henri’s, as he tore his mouth free, bit down into his lip, and craned his head back on the tiles underneath him.
His orgasm slammed into him at the same time Henri’s did, the rush of arousal exploding between the two of them in a hot, sticky burst of cum, and still the pounding on the door continued.
Bailey dug his fingers into Henri’s arms and trembled, as he finally opened his eyes and looked up into Henri’s face. But before either of them could say a word, an all-too-familiar voice shouted through the door, “Bailey! Open this fucking door now! I see your car out here, and I know who you have in there!”
Bailey’s eyes widened and his cheeks turned scarlet, as he brought a finger up to press it to Henri’s lips. “Shit. That’s my brother. Shit. Shit. Shit.”
You could say that again, Henri thought, as he began to move off the sexy man who clearly hadn’t heard—or registered—everything that had just been shouted through the door. Because standing outside, on Bailey’s front stoop, was one of the main reasons this thing between them was about to get all kinds of complicated—Detective Dick.
So, now was probably a good time to mention that they already knew each other…right?
Chapter Two
CONFESSION
Nothing like being blindsided by a dick.
SHIT.
THAT WAS the only word registering in Bailey’s brain as the delicious aftershocks that were still racking his body subsided, and the thumping on his front door increased in volume and pace.
Damn Sean. His timing couldn’t be worse. Well, that wasn’t true—it could’ve been way worse, as in midway through one of the hottest encounters of Bailey’s life instead of at the end. But regardless of the timing, Bailey’s oldest brother was the last person on the planet he wanted to deal with right now, especially when Henri was now backing off him and rising to his feet in all his naked glory—because wow. It was difficult to think when someone as phenomenal as that was now standing above you, covered in the proof of your mutual desire.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
“Bailey! You better open up this door. Right fucking now!”
Jesus. What the hell was the matter with him? At the persistent knocking, Henri glanced across the kitchen in the direction of the front door, then turned his attention back to Bailey and grimaced.
“Uh, he doesn’t seem to be letting up out there.”
No shit, Bailey thought, as he shoved up to his elbow and looked around the end of the island to reassure himself that Sean hadn’t broken down the damn door.
“I’m kinda hoping he doesn’t have a key?”
When all was clear, Bailey shook his head. “No. I took their keys away when I moved in.” He grinned and added, “Changed the locks too.”
Henri chuckled and held his hand out, and Bailey took it and hauled him to his feet.
“Smart man.”
“Mhmm,” Bailey said. “My brothers have no boundaries. After I moved in, they used to come in and out of here like Mom and Dad still lived here.”
“Ah, gotcha.”
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Bailey startled at the loud banging, and when his phone started ringing out in the living room, he groaned.
“Oh my God. He is not giving up. I’m sorry. He’s not usually this annoying, or…persistent.”
