Page 164 of Nothing Special X: The Last Stand

Scout leapt onto the back of the sofa, looked down at both German shepherds, swatting at their heads.

Xander laughed. “What is happening here?”

Scout stared at him as if the rules of the game were obvious.

“Good morning, babies. I’m sure you’re both smart enough to outwit that spoiled cat.” Xander petted both dogs. “Good luck.”

He left through the sliding doors already open to the deck.

Cassidy sat at the patio table beneath the large umbrella, shirtless and barefoot, wearing dark sweatpants riding so low the hard cut V of his hips and the dark hair well below his navel were visible.

A large mug of coffee sat beside his laptop while the morning news played from a small outdoor television mounted on the wall. He was scrolling through something on the laptop, brows drawn, jaw set.

Xander wanted to ruin that immediately. He walked straight to him, pushed the laptop back with one hand, pulled Cassidy’s chair out with the other, and climbed onto his lap.

Cassidy gripped his hips automatically. His eyes lifted, dark and amused. “Good morning to you too.”

Xander settled more comfortably across Cassidy’s thighs. “Mmm, mornin’.”

“You planning to let me finish that email?”

“No.”

Cassidy’s thumbs moved against his hips. “You’re spoiled.”

“Recently, yes.”

Xander leaned down and put his lips to Cassidy’s throat.

“Lane,” Cassidy hummed, tilting his head back.

Xander sucked at the place beneath his jaw where Cassidy’s pulse kicked.

Cassidy groaned. “You still haven’t had enough?”

“Never.” Xander hissed.

Cassidy’s body seemed to like his answer, his cock growing thicker where it dug into Xander’s thigh.

He placed slow, open-mouthed kisses along Cassidy’s throat, savoring the delicious taste of his sun-warmed skin.

“You’re trouble,” Cassidy muttered. “In very short shorts.”

He chuckled against Cassidy’s lips. “You like ’em?”

“I love ’em.”

The word slipped out almost naturally.

They both paused.

It wasn’t the big word. Not exactly. But so close.

“I do,” Cassidy said quietly. “I love this. You sleeping in my bed and being here in the morning. In my house. On my lap. All of it.”

He touched Cassidy’s cheek. “I love it too.”

Cassidy’s gaze softened.