Page 66 of Breathless

“Wrong.” Thoreau laughed. “Sorry, but can we wait until tomorrow? I want your input, but I think the inspiration deserves to experience it first.”

Seamus tilted his head to read the pack and the bottles. He whistled. “If those are as good as the packaging…”

“They are.”

Seamus nodded. “I don’t doubt it for a minute. Does this mean things are going well? With the, um, living situation? Despite the news?”

Thoreau looked over his shoulder as he started up the staircase. “Did you place a bet, Seamus Finn? With insider information?”

“Never.” Following him, Seamus held his hand up, as if swearing to it. “But I did finally get a look at the thing. I was curious about who’d win the pool.”

“My money’s on Rory.”

“Are you sure you want to go with that? You know how he is. His is a little over—”

“I’m sure.”

When he’d said his goodbyes and made it to his car, his phone vibrated in his pocket. Had his mother forgotten to delete the group text?

Relief and anticipation vied for control as he read the message.

Wyatt:Come home. Plan is a go. Bring beer.

“Way ahead of you, man.”

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He wasn’t sure what to expect after turning the key in the lock. Fantasies of Wyatt and Fiona naked and going ahead without him had him hard as steel the entire drive home. The only thing he loved more than watching them together was participating. But his time was coming.

There’d be a lot of coming if he had his way.

It was almost a letdown when he walked into the kitchen and everything looked normal. They’d even ordered dinner. He set down the three pack and slid his hand into the partially open pizza box to retrieve a slice, still warm and waiting for him on the table. He was hungry.

“Honey? You home?”

Thoreau smirked at Wyatt’s question and swallowed his first bite. “Yes, muffin. Grabbing some pizza. You want any more?”

“We’re good, precious. Aren’t we, Fiona?”

Smack!

“Yes!”

Thoreau stopped chewing, the partially devoured slice dangling forgotten from his hand. “Should I come back later, pumpkin?”

“Get your ass in here, Thor.”

He reached down to adjust himself at the commanding tone, biting his lip to hold back a moan. He might be too ready for this. Was there such a thing? Last night had been a catalyst, all right. One that kept his arousal at a low, continuous boil, ready to explode at the drop of a hat.

Or, from the sounds of it, the spank of an ass.

He set down the pizza, wiped his hands with a napkin and reached for the beer, heading into the living room.

They were on the couch, Fiona on her side with her head resting on the pillow in Wyatt’s lap. He was in his favorite shorts again, and she was wearing Wyatt’s t-shirt. That was all either of them had on.

Something had definitely changed since her reveal.

“What did I miss?”

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