Now though, Rory was worming his way into her heart. Sadly, he wasn’t even trying. Only one day and she was getting tangled up with him. The way he acted sometimes…she had thought he was a prick. Now, though, she had a feeling that he did it as self-preservation. She was sure there was an ooey gooey center to him.
She shook her head and decided to get back to emptying her bags. Wishing for more than this week would be a huge mistake.
* * * *
Zeke talked about everything but the conversation with Conner. He really didn’t want to talk about it, especially with Rory. Zeke knew part of the reason Rory pushed the threesome was because he felt threatened by Maura. It hadn’t been hard to figure out. Rory had a “keep your enemies closer” mentality.
“Are you going to tell me what happened or are you going to keep talking about this bullshit?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean what was going on between you and Conner?”
“Oh.”
Rory crossed his arms over his chest and glared at him. Ballocks. When Rory got suspicious it usually ended in a fight.
“Yeah, oh. Did he object to us staying here together?”
Zee shook his head. “He hasn’t picked up on that. Jillian knows.”
“Shit.”
“Don’t worry about her. She knew the moment we showed up. She did say to put the kibosh on the idea of public submission at Rough ‘n Ready.”
His frown darkened. “Why?”
“It’ll get back to Conner.”
“What the fuck does that matter?”
“It would upset Maura.”
Zeke expected Rory to say he didn’t care about that. Rory had tunnel vision. Once he had his mind set on something he couldn’t see anything but reaching that goal. It was one of the reasons he was such a damned good security specialist. It was hell being his lover though. The messes that resulted in that kind of thing were never pleasant.
Now, though, he seemed to be thinking of something other than that one goal...and it was about Maura. Zeke felt his stomach dip just a tad. Not in a bad way, not really. But if Rory was getting feelings about Maura, there was a good chance that he would want more than just a week.
Zeke mentally shook himself. Rory wasn’t into long relationships—except for the one they had. Zeke knew he was about the only person Rory kept in contact with outside of Zeke’s ma.
But, if he was…
“Okay, so no biggie. We’ll do it when we get back to Miami.”
Zeke’s heart stopped for a second. “What the hell are you thinking? You said one week.”
Rory glanced at the stairs and then moved toward Zeke. The crooked smile that always made him hot curved Rory’s full, sensuous mouth. His cock twitched.
Fuck.
“Come on, Zee, you know that it’s more than that now.”
He did, but he was worried there was something else going on. Rory had been rushing toward this threesome. It was as if Rory was trying to burn them out on it and that wasn’t going to work for Zeke. He needed Rory to think he was resistant to the idea or Rory would get bored.
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” Zeke said.
It was a delicious idea, but Zeke bit his tongue from adding that. Thinking of having the two people he loved in his life that way...it was more than he could hope for. He wanted it, prayed for it, but if Rory was pushing for it, he saw it as a temporary fix to his problems with Maura. Zeke knew he needed to slow him down or Rory would ruin it.
But as always, Rory saw another way of solving their problems…if only temporary. He stepped behind Zeke and slipped his hands to his waist. He leaned closer, pressing against him. Zeke felt Rory’s hardened cock between their clothes.
“You want it as much as I do, don’t you? I thought just a week, but the truth is I’m not sure that’s going to be enough. Not for me, or you...and I’m pretty sure Maura. I don’t think we’ve ever had a sub like that.”
Zeke shuttered and shook his head. Rory kissed his neck as he slid one hand down to Zeke’s crotch.
“Ah, that’s a nice present you have there for me, Zee,” he said, the edges of his voice roughened.
Why did that always get to him?
Rory continued kissing his neck, nipping at the skin. Turning him around, he shoved him against the counter. He took Zeke’s mouth in a rough, possessive kiss. Zeke felt the scrape of Rory’s teeth against his bottom lip. He shuddered in reaction. He couldn’t help it. Rory pressed his groin against Zeke’s.
Bloody hell.
Rory paused and looked behind Zeke, who followed his line of vision and saw Maura watching them from the stairs. Damn, she was wearing that tiny yellow string bikini that barely covered all her naughty bits. Whenever she wore it, he wanted to either cover her up so people couldn’t see her—or tear the fucking thing off her.