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Cash pops the top and then eyes me. “What do you have on your skin?”
“Paint,” I say and then shrug. “Was painting a room earlier.”
“Jesus, you can’t sit still, can you?”
“Nope. Wanna see what I’m doing? You can actually help me with some stuff.”
Cash narrows his gaze at me and sighs. “Is that why you told me I could come over? You wanted to put me to work?”
I smile widely at him and then reach out and slap his ass. “More like put that ass to work, bi-boy.”
“Shut up,” Cash grumbles, and I pull him into me, smearing some still-wet paint onto his shirt. He stares down at it and then side-eyes me. I just smile wider and nuzzle into his neck. He smells really fucking good, like gasoline and wind.
I nip at his chin and then poke the tip of his nose. “You love me just the way I am.”
“Fuck me. I do,” Cash sighs and then steps away from me. “Alright, show me what you’ve gotten yourself into, and I’ll see how I can help since you’ve already gotten my shirt all fucked up.”
I laugh as I grab on to his hand and pull him into the back bedroom.
* * *
“Shit, you weren’t kidding. That was more than painting, you asshole,” Cash grumbles from his spot in the hot tub. I peer over at him, all those tattoos peeking out over the top of the water. He looks real fucking grumpy and yet at the same time, relaxed. We’ve been friends for decades and he’s always been like this. A real push and pull and a pain in my ass.
Well, he’s never been in my ass, but then again, he was in a long-term relationship with a woman, and I didn’t want to fuck up a decades-long friendship. But I digress.
“Your back hurting, old man?” I ask as I place my arms on the back of the jacuzzi, my fingertips brushing against Cash’s shoulder.
“I’m just fine. Didn’t think you meant that I was going to be installing cabinets all fucking evening.”
“Yeah, but it kept your mind off shit, right?”
I eye my best friend and watch as he arches an eyebrow at me. Damn, he looks good right now. Not that I let myself go there. Never in a million years would I go there.
Although he is bi.
And he is hot.
Hm.
“It did.”
“See,” I say and then lean back a little more, sliding over slightly and letting my hand settle on the back of Cash’s neck, massaging it. He groans and my dick twitches in my swim trunks.
Down boy, I think as I close my eyes. I have Ben. Just Ben. I really need to talk to him, to get inside of him again. That’s the only reason my libido is so out of control. Cash hasn’t ever been an option. Our friendship is more important. At least, that’s what I tell myself.
“God, your fucking hands,” Cash groans, and my half-hard dick chubs up the rest of the way. Meh, it’s fine. It’s under the water. He’ll never know. It’s not like I can control this thing anyways. It has a mind of its own.
“God made them just right, huh?”
“Fuck yeah.”
He smiles softly, and I feel something flutter in my stomach as I continue to massage him. My arm starts to fall asleep at the angle I’m at, so I slowly adjust myself, moving closer to him to get a better grip on him.
“Could you have smaller shoulders?” I ask as Cash peeks an eye open at me.
“Maybe you need to be more flexible.”
“I’m plenty flexible.”
