Page 106 of Not That Complicated

“Morning person, yes. Stay up all night person? No.”

Adam drained his coffee, set it on the table, and slid a hand under my jaw. He stroked his thumb back and forth over my chin, gazing at me consideringly before he made a smallhuhsound. I don’t know what that was all about. I was on the point of asking him when the doorbell rang.

“Ugh,” I said. “What d’you want to bet that’s your cousin?”

“Why would Liam be calling on you at nine a.m.?”

“I may or may not have left him about five voicemails last night. I may or may not have been calling him names in those voicemails.”

He grinned. “I’ll get it,” he said.

“Thank you.” A fourth coffee wasn’t the smartest move in the world, but three hadn’t made a dent on the exhaustion. I was aware that it was more emotional than physical. I shuffled over to the coffee machine and had a clear view right through the hall to the front door where Adam stood.

His wide shoulders blocked whoever was on the doorstep. They didn’t do a thing to block the voice.

“Adam?” Fraser said. “What are you doing here?”

Every single good feeling that had been simmering in me since Adam took me apart then held me in his arms vanished at the sound of Fraser’s familiar voice.

Stiff-legged, I walked out of the kitchen and to the front door. Adam’s tall, solid body was filling the doorway. I had to step to one side before I could see through to Fraser.

He looked the same—an inch or two shorter than Adam. Dark blond hair in a stylish cut, blue eyes behind fashionable black-rimmed glasses, a runner’s lean-muscled body. Standing on my doorstep like he’d forgotten his keys and was about to come on in, throw his bag down in the hall, and ask what was for supper.

Fraser’s attention was on me as I approached. Adam’s back muscles tensed.

“Ray,” Fraser said. His gaze flicked from Adam to me. He quirked a brow and pointed between us. “Don’t tell me you two...?”

The silence was appalling.

“Are you serious?” Fraser said. “Ray, I didn’t know you had it in you. Nice.”

Adam slammed the door in Fraser’s face, whirled around and grabbed my shoulders.

“What—” I got out, and that was all I managed before Adam dragged me up against his hot body and kissed me.

I moaned as his tongue slid over mine and he straight-up fucked my mouth. He wrangled me around, shoved me up against the door and held me against it, not even giving me space to breathe. Our teeth clashed, his fingers gripped so hard I thought he’d leave bruises, and he leaned into me as if he was trying to fuse us together from the knees up.

“Adam.” I panted hard when he tore his lips from mine. “What is happening? I—ohhh.” He pushed a hand down the front of my sweatpants and gripped my cock possessively. “Adam,” I said. “Adam, what—uhhhn.”

He dragged his fist down the length of my rapidly filling dick, and licked into my mouth.

The sound of the doorbell two feet from my ear broke me out of the overwhelming sexual haze that Adam seemed determined to plunge me into. Once I’d heard the doorbell, it registered that Fraser was also pounding on the door.

I tipped my head back, pulling my mouth out of reach, and gasped for air. “Adam,” I said.

He chased my mouth, and when I twisted away he scowled and went for my neck instead.

The bastard. HeknewI was extra sensitive there.

He scraped his teeth down the taut and quivering tendon, then drew skin into his mouth and sucked, hard.

I yelped, getting a fist in his hair and pulling him back.

“Stop,” I said.

He glared down at me, his beautiful face stormy and fierce.

My neck throbbed where he’d no doubt put his mark on me. My head pounded.

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