I relaxed back into the chair, pretending I didn’t have a care in the world. “I want to hear about your evening.” I allowed my gaze to slide over him momentarily before slowly creeping back up to his face. “But I need you to do something for me first.”
He sipped his drink and I could see the battle brewing in his head. He wasn’t sure he was ready to give in to this, although he’d been fighting it for as long as I had. I could see the hesitance, the uncertainty. He wanted more, but like me, he didn’t quite know how this could play out.
Finally, he said, “What do you want me to do?”
“Strip.”
When he didn’t move, I took a sip of my scotch, continued to watch him closely.
“And if I don’t?”
“Then we can talk about sports or work or whatever the hell else is on your mind.”
“But not my date?” Cav challenged.
“I didn’t say that. If you want to share, I’ll listen. But I can always get the details from Jamie.” We both knew I was giving him an out.
Or you could just tell him what you really want. Stop beating around the bush.
I could. But where was the fun in that?
When he set his empty glass down on the end table, I couldn’t look away. And when he stood, I stopped breathing momentarily.
“I’m tired of playin’ this game, Edge.” He began unbuttoning his shirt, first the cuffs, then the rest.
When the fabric slid open, I nodded approvingly. “I am, too.”
“Then why do we keep playin’ it?”
I met his gaze, my insides burning from the lack of air. “You tell me.”
It wasn’t until he flipped the button open on his slacks and lowered the zipper that my lungs filled, and my body flooded with heat.
Chris Cavanaugh was a very attractive man. Ruggedly good-looking with his blond hair, blue eyes, and purposely stubbled jaw. His body was chiseled nicely, and I admired every single inch as he slowly discarded his shirt. My attention shifted to the scars from the bullets he’d taken years back. I remembered it like it was yesterday. I’d gotten the call and dropped everything to be at his bedside. The man had been my best friend since college and that news had damn near leveled me.
“Keep watchin’, Edge,” Cav growled softly as his hands moved to his hips.
Seconds later, they slid down his muscular legs, pooled on the floor. His black boxer briefs were the last to come off, but finally, he was standing in my living room naked while I watched him from what was now my favorite spot in this house.
“Is this what you wanted?” he taunted.
“It is.” I took a long swallow of my drink, eyed his cock as the liquor warmed my insides. “Looks like it’s what you wanted, too.”
“Not denyin’ it,” he drawled, a little breathier than before.
I admired his cock briefly before returning my eyes to his face. “Now, sit.”
He lowered himself back to the sofa, his attention riveted on me.
“I want you to stroke yourself while you give me the details of your date,” I explained.
“And then?”
“And then I’ll watch,” I said with a grin. Cav was eager, I could see it in his face.
“I won’t be able to hold back,” he said softly. “With you watchin’ me, I will come.”
My eyebrows lifted and dropped. “Feel free. But not until you’ve finished with the story.”
Those light blue eyes flashed with heat. “I sent Jamie flowers this afternoon, attached a card tellin’ her I had some instructions should she choose to go that route.”
Interesting. “Did she?”
Cav nodded. “I told her what I wanted her to wear, ensurin’ she knew she was to forego panties for the evenin’.”
My dick twitched, hardening more by the second as Cav explained the rest of their evening, including their dinner conversation. I allowed my gaze to rake over him, pausing every so often to watch as he leisurely stroked his thick, hard cock.
“I forgot to mention that Jamie and I discussed you tonight.” He looked almost smug as he relayed the news.
“Is that so?” I tipped my glass to my lips, waiting for him to continue.
“She asked if you and I had been together before. I told her no.” His hand fisted tightly around his dick. “She seemed somewhat disappointed, so I pushed the issue. I informed her that I’d thought about it a time or two.”
My cock throbbed, the idea making it impossible to feign indifference to this conversation. “Have you?”
His eyes locked with mine. “Many times.”
“Tell me,” I said firmly. “In your fantasies, is it my cock that’s usually in your ass? Or the other way around?”
He smirked. “Depends on my mood.”
I inhaled, exhaled, fought back the overwhelming desire that flooded my veins. “And what did Jamie say?”
He smiled, obviously noticing my immediate topic change. “She thanked me for my honesty.” Cav stroked himself firmly, his eyes partially closing as he rasped.
