Page 99 of Unbridled

Heath cocked an eyebrow. “About what? How irresistible I am?”

“I have an idea.”

“Of how irresistible I am? Of course you do.”

Dayne sucked on his teeth. “No. I have an idea I want to bring up.”

Heath’s other eyebrow rose to join the first one. “Should I be worried? Please don’t ask me to dress up like a clown and?—”

“That’s not it.” And never would be. Having sex with someone dressed as a clown would give him the creeps. He probably wouldn’t even be able to get hard.

“Hold on. If it’syouridea, why doyoulook worried?”

“Because it would mean a big change.” That was putting it mildly. It would belifechanging.

Those same eyebrows now pinched together. “I don’t understand.”

“Because I haven’t had a chance to explain yet!”

Heath pinned his lips together but the wrinkles at thecorner of his eyes deepened, giving his amusement away. “Well then, explain.”

Dayne sighed. “Maybe now I don’t want to.”

“Holy shit. Are you going to pout? Let me get rid of that for you.” Heath curled his hand around the back of Dayne’s head and pulled him down until their mouths touched.

After a long, thorough, breath-stealing kiss, Heath was no longer the only one in that bed with a hard-on.

Damn it, he needed to stay on track.

“Tell me what you want to talk about,” Heath whispered. “Otherwise, I’m going to fuck you because my cock is desperate to be in your ass. It’s my turn.”

Dayne sucked in a bolstering breath. He needed to hurry and get it out before this whole conversation went sideways. Or he ended up on his hands and knees getting fucked doggy-style. “Okay, but don’t freak out.”

Heath propped himself up on an elbow and frowned. “You’re the one freaked out, not me. Did you have sex with someone outside of our threesome?”

“No, that’s the problem…”

The creases in Heath’s forehead deepened. “I’d say it’s a problem because we all agreed?—”

“No, I didn’t fuck anyone else! The problem is that I have no desire to do so.”

Heath’s expression twisted. “How is that a problem?”

“Because I want you to move here…move in…with me. Here…on the ranch…”Damn it! Stop rambling!

He hoped to hell he didn’t regret opening this Pandora’s Box. He didn’t want to lose Heath or Cara and maybe his suggestion would come off as pushy.

Heath only stared at him, unblinking, for far too long.

Dayne’s heart was no longer beating in his chest but was now in his ears.

Was he having a panic attack? A heart attack? Why won’t Heath respond?

His “Well?” came out louder than he planned.

Shit.

“Well…” Heath repeated carefully. “On the chance I was looking to move, I’d be searching for beachfront property, not one in the mountains. However, moving here…onyourproperty, inyourhome…I don’t want to be beholden to someone else, Dayne. I like my freedom and what I do for a living gives me that. I might lose some of it by moving here.”

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