Page 37 of Courting Danger

Yet hadn’t his mother told him more than once that there was always balance, always some gift waiting if you dared to look for it? Well, he’d dared when he’d decided to make this trip, and once again she’d been proven right.

One song blended with the other, Roan yawning loudly in the middle of a song, the dying flame in the firepit making his face glow redder when he flushed and yawned again. He quit singing after that and settled in to listen as Pope played another song.

“I think it’s time I show you to the guest room,” Pope said. “Unless you have an issue with sharing.”

Ocean jerked and brushed the hair from his eyes to see how close he’d come to sliding out of his seat. Straightening up in the chair, he saw Roan with his head pillowed on his arm, sleepily watching the last flame flicker.

“I’m good with that,” Ocean muttered.

“Me too,” Roan said. “Though it might be easier to just toss me a sleeping bag.”

Chuckling, Pope tucked the guitar away, then helped Roan up from his seat.

“I’m good right over there,” Danger declared, pointing to the trio of deck chairs still pressed together like a wooden bed.

“Get your ass inside!” Pope told him.

Danger might have grumbled beneath his breath, but he followed them in, though he sprawled on the couch instead of following them through the den.

“It’s inside,” he declared and got comfortable.

Ocean and Roan followed Pope down the hall to the guest room and a king-sized bed with plenty of space for the two of them.

“See you at breakfast,” Pope said before closing the door, leaving them to clumsily strip and flop across the bed.

“Did you see the way they were staring at each other tonight?” Ocean whispered as they got comfortable, one of Ocean’s arms draped across Roan’s hips as he spooned up behind him.

“Just like back in the dungeon,” Roan murmured.

“We just gotta keep looking for ways to get them together,” Ocean replied.

“It was your idea to look for us in the clubhouse before you took off to ride, wasn’t it?”

“Nah, Pope suggested we ask you guys to join us before I could say anything.”

“Cool.”

When Roan didn’t say anymore, Ocean closed his eyes and let his head sink deeper into the soft, fluffy pillow. Just as he was about to tumble off the edge of consciousness, Roan’s voice jarred him back to the dark room and the man in his arms.

“Need to tell you a secret,” Roan whispered.

“Okay.”

There was a pause, like Roan was having second thoughts about revealing whatever it was he’d been about to share.

“I’m a little,” Roan finally blurted.

Snickering, Ocean hugged him and pressed a kiss to his shoulder.

“I know.”