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His lips quirked in a bemused smile. “I didn’t know if you’d notice that sort of thing.”
“Of course I do. I just don’t want to jump on your dick because of it.”
He grinned, taking a loose hold of the hard dick making itself known and stroking it. “Too bad. My dick would like that.”
I moved closer. “Well, tell your dick that I’d love to jump on it some other time. But not because you’re gorgeous.”
“No?”
“No. It’s because you’re so sweet.”
I pressed one last kiss to his scruffy cheek, squeezed his fingers around his dick, making him gasp, and gave him a grin of my own. “Enjoy that shower.”
“You’re evil,” he accused as I backed toward the door.
I could tell my teasing didn’t actually bother him. If anything, he liked it. Judging by the stranglehold he had on his dick, he’d be coming in my shower while moaning my name.
I headed for the kitchen, my heart light. I’d never played with a partner this way before. Never teased him about his desire, because I was always so dang afraid of leading him on. Cash made it easy to be honest, though. He didn’t take my rejections to heart, but knew they were temporary, just waiting for the right moment for my desire to awaken, too.
I put on an apron, got some bacon in the skillet, and whipped up pancake batter. Katelyn joined me in the kitchen, offering to help with the scrambled eggs. She seemed to have the basics down, which was about all I could offer, so I let her go to work.
Cash came in later, flushed from the heat of the shower—and perhaps sexual release—and smiled at the two of us. “Well, isn’t this domestic?” he teased. “Shall I make the coffee?”
“Get to work, slacker,” Katelyn said as she took the eggs off the stove.
We got everything on platters and out to the table by the time the first guests wandered in. And with Cash and Katelyn both there to carry the conversation, I didn’t have to put in nearly as much effort.
I sipped my coffee and enjoyed the salty crispness of the bacon while my newest guests, Rob and Deidre from Oklahoma, asked about a hundred questions about Swallow Cove, the Ozarks, and even our renovation project on The Roost.
“It’s nearly done,” Cash said. “Although we have to start on the greenhouse next.”
“A greenhouse?” Deidre’s eyes lit up. “How lovely. Which of you is the gardener?”
“Declan is a great gardener,” Cash said, a note of pride in his voice. “Kat and I are just guests, really.”
“Oh, I thought…” She trailed off uncertainly.
Another guest across the table, a younger guy who’d been more interested in his phone than the conversation until now, snorted.
“You don’t have to hide that you’re boyfriends. We’re cool.” He glanced at Rob and Diedre, and said in a firm voice that dared them to argue, “Right?”
“Yes, of course,” Diedre said, wincing. “You’re not…worried about that, are you? I know we’re in conservative country, but we’re not homophobic.”
My gaze shot to Cash, who—for the first time ever—didn’t seem to know what to say.
Katelyn giggled, saving us both. “It’s just new with them. They don’t know what they’re doing yet, but they’retotallyboyfriends, and it’s gagworthy.” She scrunched up her nose. “Cash is my brother, and I donotneed to see him drooling over Declan.”
Everyone at the table laughed, the tension easing. The conversation had reminded me, though, of a talk Cash and I needed to have.
We finished breakfast and cleared the dishes.
“I’ll give you a ride to the resort,” I said. “We should talk.”
“Okay,” he said hesitantly. “Nothing bad, I hope?”
“No.” I cupped his cheek, a glutton for touching him. “All good. I promise.”
He turned his head to kiss my palm. “Okay, I’ll grab my stuff.”
