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pillow off the sofa and threw it at him, laughing. ―Idiot.‖

    ―Well, if you’re not going to strip, I will.‖ He pulled off his T-shirt and tossed it onto the sofa. Her eyes widened and Mark saw her cheeks turn pink before she turned and pulled open the patio curtains.
    ―Shit,‖ she said, staring out at the patio. ―I forgot all about this mess.‖
    Rick came from the kitchen to stand beside her and stare. ―I can’t believe you left it like that this morning. You’re the biggest neat freak I know. Next to Mark that is.‖
    Angie arched an eyebrow at him and he shrugged. ―Can’t help it.‖
    ―Me neither. I would’ve cleaned it this morning but I slept in, and had to run to meet Carrie.‖
    Rick smirked. ―Tired you out, did we?‖
    Angie shifted, wrapped her arms around Rick’s neck and planted a big kiss on Mark’s face.
    Just when Rick was ready to step in and demand his own kiss, she pulled back and grabbed one of the beers from his hand. ―You wish. Now give Mark his beer and help us clean up.‖
    Fifteen minutes later they were all sweaty and the patio was clean. The three of them had hung out plenty over the last year, and there’d always been a level of comfort there, but things were different. Things were better. There was no tension between them, but as they trooped back into the apartment there was a certain awareness that had never been there before. Not with Angie anyway.
    ―Okay, boys,‖ she said, dropping onto the sofa. ―It’s my turn.‖
    ―Your turn to what?‖
    ―To watch. The grappling, the movie with homo-erotic undertones…‖ She trailed off, giving them a wicked smile and waving a pointed finger between him and Rick. ―I want to watch you two make out.‖
    Lust flooded Mark’s system. There’d always been a level of sexual awareness between him and Rick, ever since that first threesome in college when they’d forgotten about the girl and gone at each other like animals.
    Mark didn’t consider himself gay, or even bi-sexual. He might be willing to let anyone suck his dick, but Rick was the only guy who’d ever fucked him. The only guy he’d ever wanted to bend over for.
    There was something primal about Rick that reached down deep and grabbed him by the balls. As much as he liked besting his buddy on the mats, Mark still had wet dreams about being naked under him.
    His gaze flew from Angie’s naughty grin to the guy stripping off his shirt and stalking toward him. Hot blood left his head so fast it spun as all his blood went straight to his dick at the heat in his buddy’s dark eyes.
    Rick stopped in front of him, and without a word, cupped his head in large hands and brought his mouth down on Mark’s. His tongue speared between his lips and thrust deep.
    Unable to stop himself Mark groaned. Everything inside him softened at the same time his body hardened, and he pressed against Rick.

Chapter Five
    I watched mouths open and tongues rub and stared in wonder.
    My man, who was so strong, sexy and inherently male, was French kissing his best friend.
    Voyeur isn’t a word I’d ever use to describe myself but wow, it was fucking hot! I could not tear my eyes away from them.
    Rick’s hands shifted from Mark’s head and ran down his back as they pressed against each other. I wiggled in my seat, rubbing my thighs together as the guys rubbed and pressed against each other. When Mark grabbed Rick’s ass my own fingers flexed with the yearning to touch.
    Their breathing got loud and harsh, and their kisses more carnal as one of Mark’s traveling hands slid between them. I imagined his hand on Rick’s cock, and my pussy throbbed.
    The unadulterated carnal heat the two of them generated together was potent. When Rick tore his mouth away from Mark’s, our eyes met and the pure animal lust there hit me square in the gut. Pulling my gaze from his, I studied Mark. Desire flushed his cheeks, and a question shone from his eyes. They wanted to do more than make out…they