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I smirked. “I knew you secretly loved it.”
“Mm-hmm. And now, I’d love a wet washcloth to clean up.”
“Well, I guess it’s the least I could do after coming all over your ass.” He groaned, a hint of embarrassment to his tone, so I added, “I rubbed my cum all over your hole. Maybe when I clean you up, I’ll push some inside, mark you inside and out.”
I wouldn’t really do it. Not until we had a talk about STD screenings and all that. But eventually I hoped it could be more than a fantasy.
“Jesus, Wes.” He chuckled. “Wash that mouth out with soap while you’re in the bathroom.”
I left him in the bed and slipped into the hall when I didn’t see any sign of Andi. I wet a washcloth in the bathroom and cleaned myself up, then brought it to Beck and washed his body.
“I made a mess of the sheets,” he said mournfully.
“I’ll get a towel for you to sleep on. We can wash them tomorrow.”
Once we’d finally gotten resettled, Beckett in my arms again, he started snickering into my chest.
“What?” I asked, bemused.
“You washed me and brought me a towel, and it should not be romantic at all. But you were sweet and considerate, and I just… This is weird.”
“Is it?” I carded my fingers through his hair as I gazed down into his green eyes. “I think it feels right.”
His wide, full lips twitched into a smile. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I dropped a kiss on his forehead.
“And you’re not mad about the date? Or jealous?”
“Oh, I’m jealous. But I’ve got a plan for that.”
His eyebrows shot up. “I’m almost afraid to ask…”
I grinned sharply. “Iola is about to get two for the price of one. Because I’m coming on that date too.”
“Uh…Anna might not be looking to hook up with both of us.”
I snapped my teeth at him in a mock snarl. “She better not hook up with either of us. But that’s not what I meant. I’ll bring a date of my own.”
“You want us to double date?” he asked incredulously.
I wiggled my brows. “Genius, right? What better way to convince people we’re not involved than for both of us to go on a date together?”
CHAPTER16
WES
A commotionnear the far end of the park pulled my focus from the saucer-shaped hole I was digging for an ornamental tree planting. These were smaller, decorative trees so we planted them by hand.
I paused with my shovel in the air and glanced toward Luke and Logan, who were working with me on the landscaping along the trail that cut through the park all the way to the far end where it crested on a hill and cut behind the gazebo just before the land sloped down toward the neighbors’ yards.
“What is that?” I muttered as shouting filtered through the air.
“Uh-oh,” Logan said. “Sounds like it’s coming from the gazebo, where Colt and Beck were working.”
“Shit.” I tossed the shovel aside and broke into a jog toward them, concerned that Beckett had finally lost his patience with our resident pain in the ass.
As I neared, I realized Beckett wasn’t laying into Colt. An older guy I recognized seeing around the hardware store on occasion, Mel Goble, was giving both of them a piece of his mind. Loudly.
