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heard it several times over the years. Although quiet, Vivi’s lusty murmurings quickened his blood and never failed to give him an erection. He’d lie in his lonely double bed and listen to the hushed murmurs, the squeak of bedsprings, the deep groan as Grant came.
    Did it make him a creep that many times he’d masturbated, listening to those private moments? Eyes closed, quiet sexual sounds drifting in the window, his cock hard in his palm, his fantasies would take flight. It was Vivi whimpering in his ear or Grant gasping under his kiss. If he managed to come within seconds of either of them, it was almost like being there, being part of that intimate act.
    “Okay, so the washer is fried and Vivi’s not here to bitch.” Grant wiped his hands down his jeans and cocked one eyebrow. “So what d’you want to do, fire up the games or break out the action flicks?”
    Start at your chin and lick all the way to your knees . “Nah, man, I think maybe I’ll head out to Topper’s. I’ll crash at home and be here at five rather than staying in the guest room.”
    A knowing chuckle echoed in the room. Cade couldn’t prevent his gaze from dropping to the full lower lip that entranced him. The tendons in his neck tightened as a rush of lust brewed.
    “You just want to get laid or you’d hit the Frosty Mug. It’s closer to your house, better draft, but less filled with eager, lonely singles looking to get nailed.”
    Cade couldn’t hide his grin. “Hey, your booty call’s at my house now. Don’t piss me off or I’ll go nail that.”
    After what had nearly happened, Cade could’ve bitten his tongue off for that snide comment but Grant simply laughed. The rich sound slid down Cade’s spine like a warm callused palm, and every muscle in his body hardened with lust. Stupid horny bastard, you’re treading in fucked-up waters. Back down.
    “I want to ask you something, and I want you to tell me the truth.” Grant busied himself with lining screws in the toolbox tray.
    Cade quirked an eyebrow but nodded. “Okay, shoot.”
    “Before you introduced me to Vivi, did you two ev—?”
    “Fuck, Grant, you know better than that. No, never.”
    “You thought about it, though, didn’t you?”
    “I’m a man, Grant. Sure, I wondered, but the time wasn’t right and you two clicked like a jigsaw puzzle.” Cade fisted his hands and tried to cram as much conviction as he could into his words. “Look, the tango got out of hand. I’m sorry.”
    Grant measured him, that dark gaze sliding over him. A wry lift to his lip accompanied a snorted breath. “Forget it. So which way is your libido leaning these days, boys or girls?”
    Leave it to Grant to find the one subject Cade would rather not touch right now. It wasn’t as much of a “which gender” issue as “which Michaelson,” but Cade could never admit that. “Whichever stands things at attention, ya know?”
    “You need a girlfriend…or a boyfriend. Either way, you need to stop playing the field so damn much. Settle down.”
    “Been there, done that, still paying alimony. No thanks.”
    Grant tossed a set of vise-grips into the toolbox. “Shelly was a bitch. I tried to talk you out of proposing, remember?”
    “Should’ve knocked me upside the head with a ball-peen hammer.”
    He kept his tone light but he knew why he couldn’t commit to one person. It had nothing to do with Shelly and her cheating on him. Like every other person on Earth, he wanted to fall in love with someone who accepted him at his worst, loved him at his best and craved his company in between. He wanted someone to tell his dreams to, his fears, his fantasies. Someone who could finish his sentences and turn his insides to jelly.
    He already had that with Grant and Vivi. Everyone else paled when compared to them. He loved them both too much to ever fuck that up. In a perfect world, he could have them both. But life wasn’t perfect and he couldn’t touch. But he could dream.

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