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“Name the time and place, and I’ll have your dick in my mouth and hard as hell in less than a minute.”

“Then I’ll have to wear my complicated panties with the ties to make you work for it.”

I groaned and cupped myself as my spent dick valiantly twitched. I’d come so hard it might not get hard again for days. “You’re killing me. Are you wearing panties now?” Had I gotten hit with a ball and landed in an alternate dimension? Because I hadn’t thought I’d get another chance to freely ask about his underwear outside of my daydreams. He might shut down after the adrenaline faded and blood left his dick, and I didn’t want to miss my chance.

Ty teased me with the barest dip of his waistband. “We shouldn’t keep the other restroom patrons waiting.”

“You make this sound like a glory hole.”

He bit his bottom lip. “Now that would be a good time.”

I was already mentally Googling nearby glory holes and developing a fantasy I would definitely jerk off to later.

He walked to the door, put his hand on the handle, and looked over his shoulder. “My jock collection is almost as good as my panty collection.”

Ty opened the door to reveal Dom with his arms crossed, wearing the biggest shit-eating grin.

“Don’t you say a single goddamn word, Dominic.”

Dom mimed zipping his lips with his middle finger. Ty stormed out of the restroom, and Dom grinned at me. I glanced back at the restroom and saw a guy slide in after Dom right before the door closed. Huh. The million times I’d looked over at Ty earlier, it had seemed Dom had only been talking to Ty and Seth. I hadn’t noticed him talking to a guy earlier. I decided not to say anything to Ty. Dom deserved his secrets too, even if he now knew ours.

Ty scowled as he waited in line at the bar for a drink. It was adorable. I couldn’t stop grinning because the voice in my head kept chanting over and overnext time, next time, he wants a next time!For the first time in a long time, I almost regretted living so far away in the country. Otherwise, I would invite Ty over now to make sure that next time actually happened.

But having more time with a naked Ty as the prize? I could be patient.

CHAPTER22

TYLER

Ty: How pissed is Danita that we lost?

Coop: Not pissed at all. She’s glad we made a good showing.

Ty: No hired assassin to knock me off? Phew.

Coop: Not until after the season ends, at least. She needs a pitcher still.

Ty: LOL true.

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I stacked the cans at a different angle to try and capture light coming through a window in our production area. Ugh, I should’ve invested in a professional photography setup with lights and all the good shit for our product pictures ages ago, but there were always a dozen priorities competing for our money. I flipped through the photos and frowned. Not there yet.

The more I focused on work, the less space I gave my brain to dwell on what had happened at the bar on Sunday. I needed to get it out of my head before I saw Coop at practice tonight.

I had one rule—onerule—when it came to sex: no repeats. I’d let myself get away with that weekend with Coop, but a bar slip-up? Come on. I had more self-control than that. At least, I used to. With how slammed I’d been at work, I’d begun to toy with the idea of a friends-with-benefits situation. Purely a coincidence that it timed with reconnecting with Coop. It might fit for the time being. Not to mention that sex with Coop got better each time. If it’d been a flop at the bar, it would’ve been easier to walk away, but our chemistry was fucking explosive. Addicting.

“How are the photos coming?” Austin asked. He wiped his hands on a rag and tossed it over his shoulder.

“Still trying to get solid photos for our fall ads.” I adjusted the cans again.

“So you’ll be here the rest of the day then?” He smirked before returning to his brewing wizardry.

He wasn’t wrong. I was a chill guy in most parts of my life, but when it came to work, I was focused, controlled, and organized. Running Tap That with my best friends was a dream come true, and I would do everything I could to ensure it succeeded. I wanted to work with my chosen family until I retired or croaked.

The low battery warning flashed, so I had to call it quits before I had exactly what I needed. A replacement backup battery for the one that croaked a couple of weeks ago was still in our business Amazon cart. Competition was fierce in the industry, and half-assing our visual content with poor lighting and bad angles wouldn’t cut it. People expected a lot more than they used to.

If I went through the pictures and pulled a few into Photoshop to mess with, I might be able to fix the issue. I walked toward the office and passed the kitchen, where Ethan and Seth whispered to each other while prepping vegetables for the charcuterie trays. Those two were trouble together. As soon as they spotted me, they stopped. I would bet the sales of the summer ale that they’d been gossiping about Cooper and me. If Dom had seen us head downstairs or to the restroom, Seth might’ve too. The difference was Seth would say something and Dom wouldn’t. A youth spent torturing my little brother was coming back to bite me in the ass. I’d learned long ago that the best defense was to act oblivious.

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