Page 5 of Harmless Scandals

“You are a sick woman playing with my emotions that way.”

“I never claimed I wasn’t. Now, Mr. Dillon, will you please take me home? I'm exhausted.”

“Definitely.”

“I know that both of you will want to get everything in order. But remember, you’re not young hot studs anymore.”

“So, what are we? Old hot studs?”

She shook her head. “Stop. Just don’t overdo it. Both of you had that stomach bug last week.” She rose up on her toes and gave each of them a kiss on the cheek.

“Behave and remember, dinner out tomorrow night. That way you don't have to worry about cooking tomorrow.”

“Sounds good,” Mick said.

“And if you don't come, I'll cry.”

Adam rolled his eyes. “Yeah, sure.”

“No. Please don't tempt her. Keep in mind, this is pregnant Jillian,” Conner said.

“Oh, right,” Mick said. Pregnancy did weird things to Jillian and her emotions. A woman who hardly ever cried and had an orderly mind, cried at the smallest things and couldn’t remember what she was doing from one minute to the next. They followed them out to the lanai and waved as they drove off.

“She’s going to text us three or four times tonight with things she already told us,” Adam said.

Mick chuckled. “And which of us is going to tell her she already told us?”

“Not me. I’m not stupid.”

They walked back into the house. There were boxes everywhere, packing paper littering the floor, and Mick knew they would have a massive pain in the ass to get it in order. But a sense of relief and pride filled him. He took another swig of water.

“Hard to believe it's ours.”

Adam chuckled. “Not really. We worked our asses off to buy it.”

It had been three years they had been saving for the house. They wanted something like this that gave them privacy but near the beach. It was hard to find that on Oahu today, without spending several million dollars.

Mick turned to step in front of him. “And it's all ours,” he said cupping Adam's face in his hands. He leaned in, pressed his mouth against Adam's. And just like the first time they kissed, the rush of excitement flowed through him, along with the familiarity of old lovers. They were both sweaty, tired, and he could feel Adam's cock pressed against his. Fuck.

“Time to christen the house, I think.” Even he heard the arousal in his voice, the deepening of his tone.

Adam smiled. It was that same fucking smile that had drawn Mick in from the start. He’d always had a crush on his friend, but after years of keeping his distance, he had taken a chance. He thanked God every day since.

Adam kissed him, pressing his mouth against Mick’s. He traced the seam of Mick’s lips with is tongue, and he didn’t hesitate. Mick opened his mouth and Adam stole inside. Before Mick was satisfied, Adam was moving away, kissing a path down his neck.

“Hmm, hot, sweaty man,” he growled against Mick’s flesh. He nipped at the pulse point then drew the flat of his tongue across it. Mick shivered. Adam chuckled, his breath fanning out over Mick’s sensitive skin.

Need surged. Mick didn’t even care that Adam was in control, or that he felt the need to take charge tonight. He wanted to be taken, to lose himself in everything Adam could make him feel.

Adam slipped his fingers under the hem of Mick’s shirt. Slowly, he pulled the fabric up, letting his fingers skim over Mick’s abs.

He groaned.

“What’s the matter, babe?” Adam asked as he tugged the shirt over Mick’s head, tossing it behind him. He immediately attacked Mick’s neck again. Of course he did. He knew what got Mick hot, and his neck was definitely one place.

Damn.

“I gotta have you now,” Mick growled.

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