Page 61 of Frog

“We get it.” One of the men close to us smiled brightly at Cy. “He’s yours: hands off.”

“God, that was hot,” someone else chimed in. “I had no idea you had that in you, Dr. Benning.”

“You’re going to stay,” he whispered close to my ear. “And be mine.”

I chuckled, looking up at my sweet man as he pulled back to look at me, his big soft eyes and swollen lips. God, he was pretty, and now that I’d claimed him, I was not about to have strangers ogling him.

“Let’s go home. The car’s outside.”

“Yessir.” He breathed over my face, beaming down at me, his face, his eyes, his smile all infused with more joy then I thought was possible.

I turned, still carrying him as, from how hard he was hanging on, he had no inclination to be put down, and started heading for the door.

“You know what I want?”

“Tell me,” I said, one hand on his ass, the other around his back.

“When we get home, will you hold me so tight that I can feel your heart beating?”

“I will,” I promised and took a settling breath.

“Weber.”

I stopped as I recognized William Reece, one of his friends from my last visit. “Will.”

“Yes.” He smiled at me as I gently set Cy down on his feet. “It’s good to see you. Are you staying this time? From the look on his face I’m thinking you’re staying.”

“I am,” I assured him.

He offered me his hand. “I’m so glad, Web. For both of you.”

But I didn’t even have a job. I was homeless and—

“Weber?”

I realized I had not taken his hand and grabbed it fast, shaking.

“You scared me.” He sighed, and I understood at that moment that he liked what he saw. He liked me. “I want us to be friends.”

“I appreciate that, but you—”

“I meant every word,” he promised, and the look in his clear green eyes, solid, let me know he was telling the truth. “I’m thrilled that you’re going to stay. I look forward to hanging out with both of you. Come say a quick hello to the guys, all right?”

“Next time,” Cy told him, shoving William gently back. “Gotta go home and get laid right now, Will.”

“Oh, okay,” he said quickly, his black eyebrows shooting up as he mouthed the word trashed to me and ended with a wicked grin. “We’ll see you soon.”

“God, you’re drunk,” I assured Cy as I grabbed his hand, yanking him after me toward the front door.

“Yeah, so what?” he growled in reply.

We were stopped outside, before we hit the stairs, but this time by someone I had never met before.

“I saw that over-the-top display inside, Cy,” the tall, handsome man who was barring our path said. “I don’t get an introduction to the man you pined for?”

The ex. I got it.

“Just let it go, Seth. We’re just leaving.”