Harmless(32)

The call disconnected, but Seg kept the phone to his ear as he wandered back to the foyer and stared at his front door. Holy shit. He felt his heart slam against his ribs. It pounded harder than when he ran a ten-minute mile during warmups. He had to remind himself to breathe. Not to mention, he had to tell himself he'd look like a little bitch if he went to the door all eager and excited. That wasn't cool.




 

 

But shit.

Roan Gregory was at his front door.

Holy fuck.



ROAN DIDN'T KNOW WHAT THE hell he was doing standing on Colton Seguine's front porch, but here he was. He'd gone into work for a few hours today, bringing Liam with him because they were both tired of being cooped up in the house. It had been one of those days when nothing anyone did or said could keep Liam from screaming like a banshee. Roan figured he could pass on the good cheer at the marina, share some of the love with Dare and Cam.

It was true, Dare had a way with kids. The guy was a damn miracle worker in the way he made a face and all the fussiness seemed to fade away. Liam was under the guy's spell, that was for sure. Unfortunately, Dare didn't have that same magic when it came to Roan's mood, and he'd been strung tight. Even when the others had Liam cooing and grinning, Roan hadn't been able to let go of the tension in his shoulders.

Apparently, everyone noticed, because they gave him a wide berth. Luckily, for the sake of Roan's sanity, Cam had offered to take Liam for the night. This time, Roan hadn't been able to refuse. So, after work they had gone home, and Roan had packed up everything Liam would need and plenty of stuff he probably wouldn't. By the time he was heading over to Cam's, Liam was once again in rare form. Only then, Roan felt bad leaving him, and he'd told his friend as much. Cam had rolled his eyes and practically thrown Roan out, telling him they wanted to spend the evening doting on the baby and that he should go find something interesting to do.

"Go see a movie," Cam had suggested.

"Yes," Gannon had agreed. "But have dinner first. Dinner, then a movie."

Cam had then added, "And while you're at it, find some hot guy to do those things with."

And that was how Roan ended up on Seg's porch, staring at the front door, wondering why the man wasn't opening it.

Shit. What if Seg had someone over? What if he didn't want Roan to come inside?

Damn it. He hadn't thought about that. Hell, he hadn't thought about anything except jumping in his truck and hightailing it to Austin as fast as he could.

The door slowly opened, and Roan held his breath.

Damn.

The guy looked as good as he remembered. Better even. He was wearing a white T-shirt that stretched across his chest, dark jeans that showed off his powerful legs. Yum. And his eyes …  Those sparkling blue-gray eyes twinkled with what he hoped was approval.

Seg stared at him for a minute; still, Roan didn't breathe. Much. Only through his nose. Silently.

"Come in," Seg finally said, pulling the door open wider and stepping out of the way.

All the memories from that one night he'd been here came flooding back. How he'd followed Seg from the bar, how he'd argued with himself over whether he would stay or go. How he'd refused the beer and been hell-bent on getting Seg naked. 

But that was a different time.

"I should've called first," Roan told him as he stepped inside. "You know, before I just showed up at your door." Roan turned to face Seg. "I didn't mean to interrupt. If you have company or-" Roan stopped talking when he realized Seg was still staring at him, slowly moving closer.

The heat he saw in those brilliant blue eyes had his hands clenching into fists. He had to hold himself back. If he looked nervous, Seg obviously didn't notice, because he took another step closer, their eyes still locked together. It was as though time stood still while this crazy sexual energy swirled around them, gaining intensity with every passing second.

Seg stopped when they were face-to-face.

Oh, fuck. The guy smelled so damn good. Too good.

Without touching him in any way, Seg tilted his head and leaned in. Roan wondered if he expected him to pull back. He sure as hell hoped not, because the only thing he could do was let himself be kissed. And when Seg's tongue thrust into his mouth, Roan grabbed him, jerking him closer, backing up until he slammed into the wall. And still, their mouths remained fused together.

"Fuck," Seg mumbled, his arms coming around him. "Goddamn, Roan. Do you know how fucking long I've wanted to do that again?"

Oh, Roan knew, but he didn't speak. He couldn't. He pulled Seg's mouth back down to his while Seg started yanking Roan's shirt up. Roan was ready and willing, but when he pulled back to help him out, Seg was the one who stopped.

"Shit." He sounded breathless. "We can't do this." Seg chuckled. "Not yet anyway."