Page 134 of The Texas Sterling Collection
Wyl recognized the sultry voice. “Mitzi. What the fuck?” He kept his voice down, but his anger level went up. She was the last one he wanted to see of all the people in the world.
She removed her sunglasses. “I couldn’t let you get away with that little attempt at a trump card last night. Your groupies aren’t here today to defend your asses.”
Rod sneered. “You’re a piece of work, Mitzi, you know that?”
“I agree. A fine piece of artwork. Like the Mona Lisa, with a coy smile that nobody can interpret. Only my coy smile says I will come into Sterling money real soon.”
“You know other Sterlings?” Wyl’s eyes narrowed with darts of loathing at the petite monster before them.
“I don’t need to know other Sterlings,” she gloated. “And Blackfield is about to learn more about the Sterling husbands than they ever wanted.” Mitzi reached for Wyl’s beer, drained the bottle, and set it on the table with a firm thunk. “See you, boys.” She stood and vanished into the Saturday crowd like the sorceress she was.
“Shit. What’s the acronym we mentioned at brunch?” Wyl asked. “B-something?”
“BTFH.” Rod drained his beer.
“Oh yeah…bitch troll from hell.” Wyl wadded up his hotdog wrapper. “Well, the BTFH ruined my lunch.”
Rod reached for Wyl’s hand, grasping it firmly. “Babe, we survived Dusty, and we survived Shifty. They thought they could bring us down, but we only got stronger. Think about where we are, who we are, andwhatwe are. Mitzi is all hot air and no substance.”
Wyl rapped his knuckles on Rod’s forehead. “Helloooo? Who are you, and what happened to my afraid of gay bashing husband?”
Rod grabbed Wyl’s wrist. “She tried to out us, and that attempt made us famous. What do you think she could possibly do?”
“I don’t know, but I don’t like her attitude.”
“I don’t either, Wyl, but if we let her spoil our time in San Francisco, she wins.” He let Wyl’s wrist go and folded his arms across his chest.
Wyl observed Rod’s posture and let his words soak in, then let out a breath. “You’re right. Let’s go back to the condo and relax.”
* * *
“Want me to help with the salad?” Wyl asked as they unpacked the groceries.
“Sure. You can separate the broccoli and cauliflower into small florets and chop the red onion. I’ll fry the bacon and prepare the dressing.”
They made the salad and put it in a sealed container to season. Rod got the asparagus ready for the grill. Wyl seasoned the steaks, plattered them, and covered the platter with plastic wrap.
“I’ll get Matthew to help with the peaches after dinner. The poppyseed cake we got at the bakery will be perfect with the fruit.”
“You’re making me hungry again.” Wyl wrapped his arms around Rod’s waist from behind, nuzzling his ear as he spoke.
“Mmmm, it’s getting close to four-thirty,” Rod said. “We need to grab a shower if we’re going to enjoy a little play time before our guests arrive.” Rod faced Wyl. “Speaking of showers, ever had sex in the rain?”
“Is everything ready in here?” Wyl whispered.
“Fuck it if it’s not. And speaking of fucking…” Rod pulled his husband toward the bedroom.
They stripped and stepped into the rain shower, the warm water streaming down over them. Rod reached over and caressed Wyl’s chest.
“I love the feel of your body under my hands,” Rod said. “You’re the sexiest thing on two legs.”
Wyl placed his hand over Rod’s and moved it down to his hard cock. “Your touch makes me hot too, see?”
Rod took Wyl’s hand and put it on his own stiffy. “Ditto.” He put his other hand behind Wyl’s neck and pulled him into a fiery, wet kiss. He released Wyl’s cock and reached to finger himself, preparing for his husband. He gasped as his own digit pressed inside.
“Are you fingering yourself?” Wyl whispered as he felt Rod’s gasp.
“Getting ready for you, babe.”
