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one hip and along the bottom-most curve of his butt. The denim was old and faded, frayed at the cuffs and pocket corners—and molded to his frame like a second skin. A line of bare skin lay exposed as Grant’s shirt pulled up. The ribbon of flesh above his waistband looked smooth and firm.
    A fiery burning in his chest shocked Cade until he realized he was holding his breath. Slowly he blew it out, trying to dispel a sudden urge to slide his hand along that uncovered skin. He forced his eyes to rise. Grant turned slightly and said something with a grin but Cade didn’t hear. Grant’s smile was higher on the left and Cade’s throat clenched again as a burst of longing flooded his gut. The lift wasn’t much, just a tick above the other side, enough to render a rakish flare to what might have otherwise been too hard a mouth.
    Cade’s balls drew tight and his cock twitched in his jeans.
    “You okay?” Grant asked.
    “Yeah, tired I guess.” Surely his voice wasn’t that thick with longing, was it? He must have swallowed some BBQ smoke that left his throat scratchy, that was all. He took a hasty but long sip of his beer to soothe his voice. The icy brew did nothing for his increasing internal heat.
    Grant was hot, firm and thick in his hand. The strong pulses when he came throbbed with force.
    A soft groan bubbled from memory and Cade yanked his mind back to the laundry room. That had happened years ago and meant nothing. He decided his bi side must be in deprivation overdrive. If Grant knew the raw images that flashed in his head, it would drive an uncomfortable wedge between them. Guilt twisted Cade’s belly and he swallowed a foul-tasting knot with another gulp of Heineken.
    Grant’s dark eyes dropped to Cade’s mouth with a hungry light shining deep, one Cade had seen countless times—always directed at women. Was Cade imagining it? His natural flirtation bucked the wild urge to lick his lip and watch for a reaction.
    The overhead bulb shone with a harsh glare but it sent a golden sheen along the top of Grant’s dark hair. One question leapt to Cade’s mind. How would that black silk feel slipping between his fingers? Shaking off the thought, he focused on the other man’s moving mouth. Actually, that raised a few other intriguing questions so he settled for fixing his sight out the door at the quiet kitchen.
    The pristine room gleamed with stainless appliances and deep gray marble counters he’d help set into place. Slashes of color from crockery and plants were dotted here and there but he barely paid attention to the familiar decor. They had built both this house and his own themselves, toiling long after dark and waking with the sun for far too many months. Shelly hadn’t been around to add all those womanly touches. Vivi had selected the paint colors and kitchen layout of his home. She was so embroiled in his life, he couldn’t separate her any more than he could Grant.
    “Hey, Grant,” Cade began before he realized it. Grant’s dark eyes lifted, framed by questioning brows. “Maybe I should duck out of this vacation.”
    “Why?”
    Because I almost kissed your wife and you’re giving me a hard-on, that’s why. “After what happened in the backyard…maybe you and Viv should go alone.”
    “No.” Grant tossed the screwdriver in the toolbox with a sharp clang. “It wouldn’t be the same without you. You did bring your gear, didn’t you?”
    “It’s in the truck.”
    “Then move it to the SUV and shut up about flaking out.”
    Cade hid his sigh. He loved the little place they had at the lake. The walls of the cabin were solid pine, yellowed to a glossy sheen and showing every knot and sap mark, but there was one flaw in its design. The screened windows were always open. Chattering insects, the night’s drone and the lake’s gentle music lulled them all into a restful mindset. But not even the rustic beauty and nature could muffle the low sounds of Grant and Vivi making love.
    Cade had