Page 18 of Double Delivery
I took a drink, then nodded. “You know how it is this time of year.”
He laughed. “I figure in another week we’ll be too busy for the bar, at least on work nights.”
“Yep.” I sighed. “You got any seasonal guys worth a damn?”
He shrugged. “Some good, some bad. Just like every other year. We’ll probably pick up a few full-timers from the good ones. You?”
“Same.”
“That was sweet…” Trip started, “what you did for Ollie today.”
“Hmm?”
He snickered. “We both know you could have dropped the boxes and left. But you put them on the shelves.”
“So did you,” I argued.
“Of course! I’d have looked like an asshole if I just left.”
I rubbed the back of my neck. “Sorry for putting you on the spot like that.”
He smiled. “No problem. Besides… it smelled so good in there. He must have been working hard before we arrived.”
“I didn’t want to leave.”
“How long did it take for your boner to go down?”
I groaned. “You noticed?”
Tripp laughed. “It was kind of hard to miss, especially with you trying to hide it.” He leaned in. “But the real question is: who was it for? Ollie and his sweet scent, or me teasing you?”
Both.
The internal answer was surprising, but true. I’d been hard for both of them.
I swallowed, and Tripp’s eyes followed the movement of my Adam’s apple. His pupils widened, and my cock swelled in my pants.
His eyes met mine, and he tilted his head toward the bathroom.
I nodded.
Tripp stood. We kept eye contact for several seconds as he took a step away from the table.
It was a chance to back out—something I wasn’t going to do.
It was a wonderfully horrible idea. Nothing good could come from getting involved with Tripp. But that wasn’t going to stop me.
I was exhausted and horny, and I only wanted two men: Ollie and Tripp. It didn’t make sense, but I wasn’t interested in fighting it.
I gave Tripp a minute to get into the bathroom, then stood and followed.
The bartender’s eyes were on me as I weaved through tables, but he didn’t stop me. It made me wonder how often he saw the same scene play out every week.
I blinked as I entered the bathroom—the fluorescent lights significantly brighter than the rest of the bar.
Tripp poked his head out from the large stall at the far end, and I strode toward him.
I’d no more than locked the stall door when I had him pinned against the outer cinderblock wall, my lips against his—one hand in his brown hair and the other at his waist.
