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“Wouldn’t think of it.”
“Right.” She straightened and headed for the door. “And you boys keep it down, okay? The longer Spence sleeps, the better off we’ll all be.”
“Agreed,” Evan muttered as she swung out the door, then pushed to his feet. “Okay bacon, let’s do this.”
Colin sipped his coffee and watched Evan rummage around in the refrigerator.
“Aha!” Evan emerged, holding a large package wrapped in white butcher paper. “He sprang for the good stuff. Now I just need a frying pan.”
“Use a baking sheet,” Colin suggested.
“Huh?”
“It’ll take too long in a frying pan,” Colin explained, and setting his coffee aside, rose. He opened the narrow cabinet next to the stove and pulled out two full-sized sheet pans. “You can do it in the oven, all at once.”
“Cool,” Evan decided and tore into the package. “So. Last night.”
Colin pulled out a roll of parchment paper and ripped off a sheet for the first pan. “What about it?”
“It was pretty wild.”
“Yeah.”
“Not your usual vibe,” Evan went on. “You okay with everything?”
“Sure.” He turned to hand the pan to Evan, caught his knowing glance, and blew out a breath. “I thought it might be weird with Esme, and I guess it was at first. But she smoothed it out.”
Evan took the pan. “So you guys are good?”
Colin tore off a second sheet of parchment paper. “Yeah.”
“And you and me?” Evan asked as he began laying bacon on the baking sheet. “Are we good?”
“Why wouldn’t we be?” Colin asked, hyper-aware of the heat climbing up the back of his neck.
Evan shrugged, his eyes on his task. “We’ve never fucked the same girl at the same time before. You know, together. You in her pussy, me in her mouth—”
“I knew what you meant,” Colin interrupted, and tried to ignore the knots reforming in his belly.
“Spit-roasted her,” Evan went on, a gleam in his pretty blue eyes. Then he frowned. “Can you call spit roasting when she’s not on all fours?”
“I have no idea,” Colin admitted.
“Tag teamed,” Evan decided. “I’ll just say we tag-teamed her. No, that doesn’t work either, because a tag team is when you take turns, and we were both fucking her at the same time.”
Colin had no idea what the proper term for what they’d done was, so he just responded with a non-committal hum.
“I’m going back to spit roasting,” Evan declared, and with the first pan full, began laying bacon out on the second. “It sounds dirtier. And hotter. And you fucking Esme while she was blowing me was really fuckin’ hot.”
The experience fresh in his mind—and that was one memory that probably wouldn’t fade with time—Colin could only nod.
“And,” Evan added with a pointed look, “not just because Esme is smokin’. Which she is.”
“No argument.” Colin busied himself putting the parchment paper away, then checked the coffee to see if he needed to make another pot. “But I know what you mean. The whole orgy thing took it from hot to scorching.”
“Well, yeah,” Evan allowed. “But that’s not what I meant.”
His back to Evan, Colin opened the cupboard for plates and glasses. He needed to keep busy, so he’d set the table. If he just kept busy, everything would be fine. “No?”
