Page 1 of Iced Out

CHAPTER 1

“Hold still.” Axel fussed with the tuxedo jacket, straightening the lapel, smoothing away creases and wrinkles. Clint fidgeted, a disgruntled look on his face. “Stop,” Axel smiled. “It’s not like you haven’t worn a tux before.”

Clint mumbled under his breath and shifted again.

“You better get comfortable,” Axel said. “On the day of the wedding, you’re going to have to wear it all day.”

“Tell me again why I’m wearing it now?”

“Because,” Axel exaggerated the pronunciation, “it’s called a fitting. We need to make sure it fits right before the wedding day.”

“That’s weeks away.”

“I know. We don’t want to wait until the last minute.”

The corner of Clint’s mouth twitched. “What if I get fat between now and then? All this will be for nothing.”

Axel chuckled. “That won’t happen.”

“How do you know? Maybe I’ll go on a donut binge.”

Shaking his head, Axel grinned. “Doesn’t matter. I know how to keep you… fit.”

Tilting his head down, Clint raised one eyebrow. “How’s that?”

“Like I need to tell you.” Axel met his jade eyes, feeling the tingle behind his belly button that only the cowboy could inspire. “It’s a daily—and nightly—routine.”

“Tell me anyway,” Clint spoke low, his deep southern drawl crawling to the surface to scratch every nerve in Axel’s body.

Axel swallowed as beads of sweat spontaneously sprouted over his skin from head to toe. “We should finish the fitting.” His words rasped in his throat.

“You can talk while you fit.”

Pursing his lips, Axel forced back a smile. “I’m not so sure of that.”

“You’re talking now.”

“That’s different.”

“Don’t think so.”

Axel laughed softly. “You’re very stubborn. No wonder it’s taken so long to get you to the altar.”

“Don’t change the subject,” Clint growled with a sexy drawl. “Tell me how you’re gonna keep my body… hard.”

Axel possessed no defenses against the cowboy when he decided to pluck Axel’s strings and make him sing. “Well…” Axel touched his fingertip to the center of Clint’s chest and drew slow circles, loosening a couple of shirt buttons. “I could ride you hard… and put you up wet.”

Clint chuffed. “You’re not supposed to do that. After a hard ride, a good cowboy will rub down his mount.”

“I can do that.” Axel worked open the top half of his shirt and splayed his hands on the cowboy’s thick chest. He raised his eyes to Clint’s face, a dark smile playing on his lips. “Should I show you?”

Drawing a deep breath, Clint held it for a beat, then let it out on a controlled exhale. “You better… or I might have an accident in my spiffy suit pants.”

The tingle in Axel’s belly button trickled into his loins, igniting a heat that spread through his groin and down his thighs. His member, already heavy, hardened in a flash. Thankfully, Hope was next door with Zoe, and Luke was at the park with Ash and Tae.

The house was theirs for whatever nefarious reasons they might conjure.

Axel peeled the tux jacket off Clint’s shoulders, laying it aside. He loosened the remaining shirt buttons and removed the garment, placing it on top of the jacket. Clint watched him silently, eyes heated.