Page 39 of Lovers' Dance: Vol. 2

“Boys?” Adam was grinning at me. “Why thank you. I can’t speak for Matty but I do have a boyish demeanour. Blimey it’s hot.” Adam winked at me while Matt groused about his nickname. He tugged his vest over his head, leaving his upper body bare, and used the vest to wipe his face.

The fact I was staring at Adam’s impressive physique escaped my notice. It didn’t escape Matt’s attention, he immediately cleared his throat loudly. I jerked at the sound, eyes jumping to Matt. Oh crap. My face burned as Adam started to chuckle.

“Well, well, well,” he teased. “Were you just checking me out?”

“What? No. Of course not.” I exclaimed, nervously twirling the side braid hanging down my chest. “Don’t be silly, Adam.”

The twin eyebrows of doom were at Armageddon level as Matt interjected tersely, “You were.”

“No, I wasn’t.” I denied emphatically, unable to hold Matt’s gaze.

Adam chuckled again. “Don’t worry, Madi. You couldn’t help yourself. I am irresistible, you know.” His grey-blue eyes sparkled with mirth as he turned to Matt. “I am the better looking brother after all.”

Oh crappity crap. I hadn’t been ogling him. It was just…

“I was just comparing your body to that of a dancer’s,” I said with a flash of inspiration that would perhaps save me from the thunderous look on Matt’s face. “The differences are, uh, well, a dancer is-”

“Madison,” Matt’s tone was the ‘shut up while you can’ one.

Adam chuckled again and thumped Matt on the back. “Don’t feel too sore about it, Matt. She’s got an eye for true beauty.”

“Sod off.” Matt grumbled, still giving me the evil eye.

An uncomfortable tension sprang up between Matt and myself as Adam continued to chuckle. I rubbed the back of my neck.

“Ah, I’ve never been down here before, Matt. This is, I mean, wow.” I said with a limp smile, trying to disperse the tension.

“Mmph.” Matt wasn’t using actual words. Grunts meant trouble. Uh oh.

“I’m going to head upstairs,” Adam said cheerfully while playing with the band of his white breeches. “See what the old man is getting up to.”

“You do that.” Matt replied, his grey eyes were trained on me and holding the promise of some stern words.

Adam started humming under his breath as he headed up the stairs. Why was Matt stressing? He was my one and only. My knight. My sex god. Then I remembered how I felt in the kitchen with Valerie, the chef.

“Did you sex your chef, Matt?” The words popped out before I could stop them.

The shocked expression he wore was priceless as he said, “I beg your pardon? Did I what?”

I shrugged and fiddled with my braid. “I know your staff sign non-disclosure contracts and whatnot, and you do have previous form for doing these things. It was weird when she introduced herself and why is she here anyway? I always cook when I’m here. Don’t you like my food anymore? I won’t get mad if you had a thing with her, but I just want it on record that I am very uncomfortable knowing you’ve been inside her. How many women have you been with? I mean, what sort of numbers are we talking here? High double digits? Triple digits? And I have to ask: are you a breast man? It just seems like you are and I’m not as well-endowed as the women you’ve been with. And there is no way I’ll ever get implants so you should bear that in mind if we’re going to be married.”

Matt rubbed his temple. “Poppet, just don’t speak for a moment.”

I stopped the verbal diarrhoea coming out my mouth and chewed my inner cheeks. Matt started stripping off his fencing clothing, all the while peering at me.

“Uh, I guess I’ll head back upst-”

“Do not move a muscle.” he commanded, eyes flashing.

I huffed and folded my arms. “Why do you think you can order me around, Matt?”

His chest was bare now and I couldn’t help my appreciative gaze. Adam was ripped, but Matt truly was the perfect male specimen. Thewell-defined lines of his abdominal muscles, the broadness of his chest that I loved running my hands over…

“Hmph.” he snorted over my blatant perusal. “Should I feel flattered right now?”

“Oh, stop it.” I said, grinning at his childishness. “Come here and kiss me properly.”

He waited a few moments before tugging me into his arms and kissing the bejeezus out of me.

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