A day in the life...
Ever wonder what your favorite characters are doing now? Well, I've learned over time that this is a great writing exercise for me. Not only do I get to revisit the loves of my life, but I also get to experiment.
Luke glanced around at the people who’d chosen to spend the last day of the year at his club. They were packed from wall to wall, which, now that he thought about it, really wasn’t much different than any other night. Not these days anyway.
The club was doing well, better than he’d expected to be quite honest. After what happened with The Club @ Club Destiny, he’d been a little leery about Devotion going in, but Cole had proven to be a worthy partner, increasing memberships and ensuring the safety of their clientele.
But, Luke wasn’t there to dwell on that now. No, he was there to spend some quality time with his husband and his wife, who were . . . nowhere to be found.
“Have you seen Sierra and Cole?” Luke asked Xander as he passed by.
Xander nodded with his chin toward the stairs. “Last I saw, they were securing a room.”
Luke frowned. Why would they need a room when he and Cole both had offices? If privacy was what they were looking for, wouldn’t they just go there? Regardless, he was going to find out. “Thanks.”
Xander muttered “your welcome” as he took Mercedes’s hand and led her toward one of the pieces of equipment they’d pulled out tonight, currently in the center of the main floor. Luke generally enjoyed watching the two of them scene together, but it was closing in on midnight and he didn’t intend to spend it alone watching someone else getting off. No, if anyone was going to be getting off, it was him. Right after Sierra and Cole.
His cock hardened as he headed for the stairs. He passed numerous others in various stages of play. Logan, Samantha and Elijah hadn’t even bothered with a room. They were occupying one of the leather couches seemingly enjoying themselves. Luke noticed Shane talking to a woman Luke didn’t recognize and Trent was occupying a dark corner, a blonde woman on her knees at his feet, his dick buried in her mouth.
Doing his best not to think about everyone else having a good time while he seemed to be playing a game of cat and mouse, Luke ascended the stairs, his focus on finding what he was looking for.
Once he was on the second floor, he glanced into each room as he passed. Nope, no Sierra, no Cole.
What the hell?
When his search proved fruitless, he glanced over the railing and that was when he saw them. Sierra and Cole weren’t in a private room like Xander had said, they were . . . Holy fuck.
Moving with purpose, Luke descended the stairs, returning to the first floor once again and making a beeline for the glass enclosed room they were occupying. Typing in the master code to open the door, Luke entered, his eyes trained on the scene in front of him.
“And just what the hell do y’all think you’re doin’ in here?” he asked, his brows furrowed as he looked at his stunningly beautiful wife on her knees with Cole’s thick cock lodged deep in her throat.
“Waiting for you,” Cole said gruffly, his fingers twined in Sierra’s silky black hair as he held her head and fucked her mouth.
“I would’ve been here sooner if you’d have issued me an invite,” Luke said, moving closer as he unbuttoned his slacks and freed his rock-hard cock.
“We did,” Cole confirmed. “Not that it matters now.”
“Oh, it fucking matters,” Luke told him gruffly.
Cole’s blue eyes flashed, darkening with his intensifying arousal.
Rather than make a request, Luke gripped the back of Cole’s head and pulled him close, crushing his mouth to Cole’s. The kiss was brutally intense and so fucking sweet, Luke wasn’t sure he remembered what he’d intended to do when he walked into the room. When Cole’s big hand gripped Luke’s cock, his memory was jogged.
“Nuh-uh,” he warned Cole. “On your knees. But first, take your clothes off.”
“Off?” Cole asked, his eyes sliding to the glass walls and the people standing on the outside looking in.
Luke grinned. “Off. And you . . .” He crooked his finger at Sierra, encouraging her to get to her feet. When she did, he pulled her into his arms and lifted her, forcing her to wrap her legs around him. As always, kissing Sierra sent him into orbit, all thought fleeing with the exception of figuring out how quickly he could get his dick buried in her slick cunt.
Easing himself into one of the chairs that sat in the center of the room, Luke lowered Sierra to his lap, his mouth seeking hers.
When Cole cleared his throat, a clear signal that he was naked as instructed, Luke drew away from Sierra, glancing over her shoulder. “Lube.”
Cole nodded and then ventured to the steel cabinet in the corner, retrieving what he needed and returning quickly. Without further instruction, Cole went to his knees in front of Luke.
“Oh, fuck,” Luke growled when Cole’s wicked mouth wrapped around him, sucking him deep. “Hell yeah. Suck me, Cole. Suck me hard.”
Returning his lips to Sierra’s, Luke wrapped her hair around his fist, holding her head still while he plundered her mouth, reveling in the way she slid her tongue against his as Cole expertly sucked Luke’s dick. Anyone who thought two wasn’t better than one didn’t have a fucking clue. Luke was living the dream, and moments like this one were what he craved. They didn’t happen nearly as often as they used to, not with Hannah getting bigger. It seemed that the three of them were usually too busy to make time, always coming up with one excuse or another, so when opportunities like this presented themselves, they were eager to take them.
“Fuck me,” Sierra whispered against his lips. “I want you both inside me at the same time.”
She didn’t have to tell him twice.
“Put my cock inside her,” Luke instructed Cole.
Cole’s solid grip wrapped around Luke’s cock, stroking slowly, teasing him while he did as he was told.
“Mmmm,” Sierra moaned against Luke’s neck. “I need you to fuck me hard.”
“My pleasure. But Sierra?”
“Huh?” she questioned without looking up.
“We’re gonna fuck you like you need, but you can’t come until midnight.” Luke glanced at the clock. The countdown was getting close. There were only six minutes left until midnight.
“That’s not fair,” she whimpered as Luke gripped her hips and thrust up inside her.
“Oh, it’s fair,” he assured her, his eyes meeting Cole’s.
Luke got to his feet, his dick buried inside Sierra as he lifted her with him. He carried her across the room where he could lean against the wall. The room wasn’t equipped with a bed the way the private rooms upstairs were, so they had to make do with what they had. Or in this case, what they didn’t have.
Not that they hadn’t done this plenty of times.
Bracing Sierra in his arms, Luke leaned his back against the wall, his eyes locked with Cole as the other man joined them. Cole took over, adjusting Sierra’s position and helping to hold her weight as Cole guided himself inside her ass.
“Fuck,” Cole groaned as he slid in deep.
Luke could feel the hard ridge of Cole’s erection inside Sierra’s body. He loved when they DP’d her. It was one of his favorite things to do, and she seemed to enjoy it as well. Luke knew that was because it was the one way to bring the three of them together as one.
As he began to pump his hips forward, then withdrawing slowly, he held Sierra still while Cole did the same. They managed a consistent, steady rhythm that consumed the three of them. Luke tuned out everything else going on around them, didn’t even realize that the club had started counting down as they neared midnight.
“Harder,” Sierra pleaded.
Luke alternated with Cole, plunging into her tight sheath while she held on tightly. When she shifted, twisting her head so that she could meet Cole’s mouth, Luke leaned in, finding their mouths with his own briefly as the countdown moved into the teens.
Unable to hold the kiss because the mind-blowing pleasure was more than he could bear, Luke stood to his full height, shifted Sierra slightly as he began fucking her ruthlessly. Cole pressed closer, his cock lodged deep in her ass, Luke’s momentum rocking them all.
“Five . . . four . . . three . . . two . . .”
“Come for us, Sierra,” Luke growled. “Fucking come for us, now.”
“One! Happy New Year!” sounded from outside the room.
Sierra’s muscles clamped down on Luke’s cock, strangling his dick with undeniable pleasure as her orgasm gripped her. She cried out their names and Luke plummeted over the edge, his eyes locked with Cole’s.
“Love you both,” Luke mumbled as his body erupted at the same time Cole’s did.
And as he came back down, Luke made a new year’s resolution, something he never did. But this one was important. No more excuses about not enough time in a day. And their reward . . . Well, that was easy.
More. Of. That.
Cole glanced up from his desk to see Luke coming into his office. The man never bothered to knock. Not that he necessarily expected him to.
“Will you be done soon?”
Cole glanced back down at the papers on his desk, then back up to Luke. “An hour, maybe?”
Luke stepped to the side, as though he were making way for… Sierra stepped in, and Luke shut the door behind them both.
“Hey,” Cole greeted his wife, leaning back in his chair after dropping his pen on the desk. “What’re you doing here?”
“I just stopped by to say hello. To make sure my boys didn’t need anything.”
Cole glanced up at Luke. Yeah, the other man had the exact same expression Cole did.
They fucking loved when she stopped by to check on them. That was code for she was ready to get down and dirty right there in one of their offices. Cole was the lucky one today.
Pushing to his feet because he suddenly longed to touch her, he headed toward where she stood. Before he could get his hands on her though, she stepped around to the other side of his desk. The place he had just vacated.
“Don’t get ahead of yourselves just yet,” she informed them as she gracefully eased into his chair, steepling her hands together on his desk as she watched them closely.
Cole glanced back at Luke.
“Did you have something you wanted to talk about?” Luke asked, his voice gruff with anticipation.
Sierra’s monthly chats generally involved Luke and Cole both getting naked.
In the last few months, she’d started this role playing thing. Acting as though she were the boss, and they were her subordinates. At first Cole had found it amusing. That was until she decided to make her own demands and as the boss, according to her, she got to instruct her employees on what they needed to do.
He didn’t have a problem with that.
Luke didn’t seem to either.
“It’s been brought to my attention that the two of you haven’t been giving one hundred percent to the job,” she told them seriously.
Cole fought the urge to laugh and managed somehow.
“You. Over here,” Sierra ordered, her bright blue eyes focused on Luke. “Naked.”
Luke grinned, but did as he was told. As far as undressing was concerned, the man probably held the world record for speed. He had shed his shoes, his jeans and his shirt off before he made it around the desk.
“Like this?” Luke asked, his hand circling his cock as it continued to lengthen.
Sierra looked over, giving his cock a cursory glance before turning back to Cole. She was pretty damned good at pretending not to be as turned on as he knew she was. Shit, one look at Luke naked did it for Cole, he knew she got off on it too. The man was fucking hot.
“I think I’m going to have to write him up for insubordination,” Sierra told Cole. “Unless, of course, you can think of a way for him to work off his disobedience.”
Oh, Cole could think of plenty of ways. He met Luke’s gaze head on, noticing the heat that intensified in the hazel depths. “I can think of a few,” Cole told them.
He glanced back at Sierra who nodded. “Why don’t you come sit on the edge of the desk so I can make sure he does what he’s supposed to do,” Sierra instructed.
Cole didn’t waste a second. As he moved around to where Luke stood and Sierra was sitting, he unbuttoned his jeans, freeing his cock as he went. He was already fully erect, but what the hell did they expect? He loved when Sierra took the liberty to add some creativity to their day to day.
Leaning against the edge of the desk, Cole widened his stance, making room for Luke between his legs. “On your knees,” Cole told Luke, who was glaring at him.
But just as he expected, Luke went to his knees right in front of Cole, their eyes never separating.
Cole sucked in a harsh breath when Luke wrapped his lips around his straining cock, sucking him into the blazing hot depths of his mouth without hesitation. The heat sent razor sharp pleasure shooting through Cole’s balls.
Now that hadn’t been expected.
Luke usually liked to pretend he was resisting, playing the part that he’d grown so familiar with, but had willingly given up months and months ago.
“Fuck,” Cole hissed as he slid his hand into Luke’s dark hair. “Damn that feels good.”
Cole couldn’t take his eyes off of Luke, riveted to where Luke’s beautiful mouth wrapped around him. In his peripheral vision, he noticed Sierra move. She pushed the chair away as she went to her knees beside Luke. She didn’t interrupt Luke’s phenomenal suction action though. Instead, she reached between Cole’s legs and cupped his balls.
He wasn’t going to last long, but he was sure the two of them knew it. That was always their plan when they ganged up on him like this. And no matter whether Sierra had acted as though he had the power, he knew better. These two owned him. Body, heart and soul. They could do to him as they wished, and he would love every second of it.
“Suck him deeper,” Sierra encouraged, her whispered words making Cole’s balls draw up tightly to his body.
He gripped Luke’s hair tighter, holding him in place as he began rocking his hips, driving deep. “Fuck yes. I’m gonna come in your mouth. Is that what you want?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “Sonuvabitch,” Cole growled when Luke swallowed him deeper than he’d ever done before. “Shit. That’s it. Luke…” A growl escaped as his body tensed, his release tearing through him while Luke peered up at him from his knees.
Oh, the man was good. Damn good.
Luke knew it too.
And Cole knew, without a doubt, Luke was going to get his payback in the very near future.
He couldn’t fucking wait.
“Daddy, read it again,” Haley begged as soon as Kane closed the book. He’d already read this particular one four times tonight. Smiling down at his daughter who was curled up on her side, hugging her teddy bear to her chest, Kane knew he wouldn’t refuse her.
“One more time, ok? But this time I want you to close your eyes while I read.”
Haley nodded with a huge smile on her face.
“Close your eyes.”
She did and he opened the book once more. As soon as he started reading, she peeked open one eye, looking up at him. He stopped reading. “I won’t read unless you keep your eyes closed.”
“But, Daddy…” she pleaded, sounding genuinely upset.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, closing the book but keeping his finger inside to hold his place.
“If I close my eyes, I’m gonna fall asleep.”
Kane chuckled. That was the plan, he thought to himself. He said, “And when you wake up, we’re gonna go see Grandma. Don’t you want to go to sleep?”
Again she nodded, her eyes wide. “Ok then, let’s try it one more time.”
Haley closed her eyes, and he started again. He’d only made it five pages in when he noticed she was out like a light. Her little mouth was partially open, her soft breaths had slowed. Knowing that if he moved too soon she’d wake up, so Kane sat there, watching her. He wasn’t sure he could love someone more than he loved his daughter.
The door opened, and he looked up to see Lucie peeking in the darkened room.
He smiled at her. The other love of his life.
He nodded, knowing she was checking to see if Haley had finally given in to sleep. Easing off the bed slowly, he placed the book on the shelf by the door and then closed the door behind him as he stepped into the hall.
“Hi,” Lucie whispered, her eyes bright as she looked up at him.
“Hi,” he breathed.
“Come here,” she said, surprising him as she took his hand and led him toward their bedroom at the back of the house. He followed without question because he would follow this woman anywhere.
As they stepped into the room, he noticed that only a dim light from the lamps on the night stands glowed. The bed was turned down, and when he looked back at Lucie, he noticed that her hair was damp and she was wearing a silk robe.
Wow. How the hell had he missed that?
He grinned as she reached for him, pulling him closer to the bed.
Yeah, he wasn’t going to refuse her anything either. Kane would go to the ends of the earth for both of his girls.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” she whispered softly.
“I’m here now.”
“Yes, you are. So what are we waiting for?”
He laughed again.
With that, Lucie unbelted her robe, shrugged, and the silk slid right down her body. He watched as it dropped to the floor, but admittedly, he was watching what she revealed more than anything.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, stepping in closer, putting his hands on her hips and slowly gliding them up, higher, higher still until he was cupping her full breasts.
Unable to think much longer, Kane eased her back onto the bed, making sure to be careful as he came down over her. He rolled to his side, keeping his arm draped over her, one leg across hers. Resting his hand on her tummy, he smiled.
Pretty soon he was going to have another one that he couldn’t refuse. The thought nearly brought tears to his eyes. They were having another little girl. Yes, that’s what the doctor had assured them during the last sonogram. Another sweet, beautiful little girl.
“Why are you smiling?” Lucie asked as she looked up at him, her heart in her eyes.
“You. You make me smile.”
He noticed a shimmer of tears form in her dark brown eyes. She’d been emotional lately, because of the pregnancy she told him. So, rather than let the tears form completely, he bent his head down, pressed his lips to hers. Pulling back, he said, “I love you, Lucie.”
A mischievous gleam erased the tears and a sexy smirk tipped her lips. “Then prove it.”
Kane laughed loudly. “My pleasure.”
And with that, he proved it.
“Where are you going?” Luke asked.
“I’ve got an errand to run,” Cole said without explanation.
Luke ground his teeth together to keep from pushing Cole to talk to him.
Cole smiled and Luke felt a chill race down his spine. So he wasn’t upset?
Sierra chose that moment to walk into the kitchen, coming right up to Cole and wrapping her arms around him. Luke just sat there at the kitchen table, watching the two of them.
The sight of the two of them made his blood run hot. Every damn time. It didn’t matter when or where.
“Where are you going?” Sierra asked Cole, clearly noticing he was holding his truck keys in his hand.
“To the store,” Cole said, shooting a smile over to Luke.
“You couldn’t have just said that?” Luke huffed.
“I could have. But I like keeping you on the edge of your seat. It’s pretty fucking hot.”
Luke pushed to his feet and moved closer to Cole, glancing over at Sierra as he did. She moved back, a brilliant smile on her face as she gave him the space he required. Just as he expected, Cole didn’t move when Luke pressed up against him, chest to chest. Not that he expected him to. Cole wasn’t the type to back down.
It didn’t help that Luke was now smiling. He couldn’t help himself.
“You know what’s hot?” Luke asked Cole, peering into ocean blue eyes that held a spark of heat. “Me. Buried inside of you. While Sierra watches.”
Sierra gasped, causing both men to look at her. When she nodded, they both turned their attention to her. “Yes,” she muttered. “That’s definitely hot.”
Cole laughed, reaching out and pulling her closer. Luke took one step back so that he could sandwich her between them. “But what’s even hotter than that,” he told them both, “is when she’s between us. Just like this.”
“Naked would be better,” Cole added.
“No arguments there,” Luke said.
Sierra laughed, pushing at Cole. “Nice try, boys. But I’ve got to go to work today. The two of you should do the same.”
“I think today is a great day to call in sick,” Luke said, putting his hands on Sierra’s hips and looking directly at Cole.
“Who’re you gonna call?” Cole asked.
“Touché,” Luke grumbled.
“Well, you might be able to take a day off, but I can’t,” Sierra argued, still laughing. This time she did managed to get out from between them. “I don’t have anyone to call.”
When she turned on her heels, pretending she wasn’t at all interested, Luke called out to her. “Fine. Rain check. Tonight. You. Naked. Both of us deep inside of you.”
“We’ll see,” she said, her tone cool.
But he didn’t miss the telltale shiver that raced over her. Nor did he miss that flash of heat in her eyes just before she reached for the door.
“Love you,” she called out.
“Love you, too,” Cole and Luke said at the exact same time.
Once she disappeared into the garage, Luke turned his attention to Cole. “As for you…”
“Tonight. Rain check. You. Naked,” Cole said gruffly, mimicking Luke’s words from moments ago.
“Have you seen my brush?” Samantha called from the bathroom.
Her brush? Seriously? “No, I haven’t,” Logan yelled back as he was putting on his watch, standing in the bedroom near his dresser. He kept everything right there in the same place he always did. That way nothing would come up missing.
“Are you sure?” she asked, sounding frantic now.
Logan glanced down to ensure he’d grabbed everything he needed: his wallet, his keys, and his watch. Turning around, he went toward the bathroom to try and help Sam. “We need to leave in a few minutes.”
“I understand that,” she retorted. “But I need to find my brush.”
“Where did you have it last?”
The look she gave him was meant to make him wither into ash and blow away. Logan grinned as he moved around behind her. Clearly, she was stressed. She tended to get that way on Monday. Any Monday, in fact. It was as though for the entire weekend she morphed into a different person – a little more carefree than usual, and on Monday morning she was back to her cute little professional, although somewhat anal-retentive, self, only then she couldn’t seem to find anything she needed.
Placing his hands on her shoulders, Logan rubbed slowly, kneading the already tight muscles. Shit. It was only seven o’clock. The woman would be one giant knot of tension by the time they made it into the office.
Sam met his gaze in the mirror above the sink and Logan watched a little of the tension drain out of her. When she leaned back into him, Logan damn near forgot what they needed to be doing. Ok, so he did forget. In fact, he forgot everything except for this woman. The woman who smelled so good, the light scent of her perfume or maybe it was just her shampoo, hell, he had no idea, drifted toward him and made his body tighten.
He was forty years old; he’d been married for more than a year to this incredible woman and it didn’t seem to matter how many minutes passed, he still wanted her with a fury that defied logic.
“Sam,” he groaned when her hand reached behind her, snaking between their bodies as she began stroking him slowly. “Baby, we’ve got to get to work.”
“In a minute,” she said breathlessly as Logan moved his hands down to her breasts, cupping them as he watched her in the mirror. “As soon as I find my brush.”
Right. Her brush. There wasn’t a chance in hell they were going to find her brush any time in the next few minutes because he was going to have her skirt hiked up around her waist, and his cock buried deep inside of her in less than…
“I need you, Logan,” Sam moaned. “I need you right now.”
… a minute apparently.
Logan urged her forward, until she met the vanity, releasing him as she put her hands down to prop herself forward. Without wasting a second, Logan pushed her skirt up with one hand while he unbuttoned his slacks with the other. Within seconds, he was buried inside of her, staring over her head at her beautiful face in the mirror while she watched him.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he told her as he slid deeper.
Logan fought the urge to look at his watch. They were going to be late for a Monday morning staff meeting and Xavier was going to give him shit about it, but Logan just couldn’t find it in himself to really give a shit at the moment because Sam just felt too damn good.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned when she tightened her internal muscles around him. “God, yes. Do that again.”
And she did. Until Logan couldn’t take anymore, and he was plowing into her from behind, fucking her with wild abandon because the tight sheath of her body felt so damn good. If he had his way, he’d stay buried inside of her day and night.
“Logan,” Sam moaned, her eye closing as she hung her head low, her arms locking as she pushed back against him. “Yes!”
Logan knew she was close, so he didn’t slow down, just gripped her hips on both sides and slammed into her over and over, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from coming too soon.
“Are you close, baby?” he asked when sweat broke out on his forehead.
“I don’t want it to end,” she whispered, her hips jerking as she slammed back against him over and over, meeting his thrusts relentlessly.
“I don’t either,” he said, his words punctuated by every thrust. “But I’m not going to last.”
“Oh, God, Logan!” Sam groaned.
“Touch yourself, Sam.”
He’d do it for her except he could hardly breathe, much less move. The velvet grip of her pussy was too good, and he feared one wrong move – or right one in this case – was going to send him over the edge.
Watching her in the mirror, Logan couldn’t see her hand as it eased down between her legs, but she was looking back at him again, and he could see the ecstasy etched on her pretty face. “That’s it, baby. Come for me, Sam.”
“Harder,” she moaned, her eyes closing as she said the word. “Faster. Harder, please. Oh, God!”
Logan held on – barely – as Sam’s pussy gripped him painfully tight, her orgasm detonating as she screamed his name. That was all it took and Logan was following her over.
As they stood there, both of them trying to catch their breaths, Sam leaned just a little to the left, reaching for the door knob that would open the small linen closet where they kept their towels. As she reached inside, obviously to get a towel to clean up with, something fell to the tiled floor with a clatter.
Logan grinned as he noticed what it was. And when Sam finally met his eyes again in the mirror, she was smiling too. “Is that the brush you were looking for?”
“That would be the one.”
“Have I mentioned how much I don’t like the dentist?”
“Yes, you have.” About a million times. Tag eyed McKenna when she strolled into the bedroom for the fourth time since she climbed out of bed not thirty minutes ago.
“Well, I’m mentioning it again.”
“I thought she was a friend of yours?” he asked, referring to the dentist.
“She is. And if it weren’t for the fact she wants to stick her hands in my mouth all the time, I might consider taking her to lunch.”
Tag smiled. He knew McKenna was not at all fond of going to the dentist.
“Do you think it’s too late for me to cancel my appointment?” she asked, flopping onto the side of the bed.
“It’s too late, darlin’,” he assured her.
“Are you sure?” she asked again, turning to face him, her eyes hooded and full of… mischief.
“Oh no, I’m not giving you an out on this one,” he said, his body immediately responding to that sexy gleam in her eyes.
“But nothin’. It’s time to get your sexy ass to the dentist. Just think, you only have to spend one hour with her every six months.”
“Ugghhh,” McKenna moaned. “Why do my friends have to be so demanding?”
Tag laughed as he watched McKenna head for the door. When she turned back, he expected her to be scowling. Instead, she shot him a brilliant smile. “Ok, fine. I’ll go to the dentist. But this is all your fault. And to think, I was considering letting you put something in my mouth.”
It was Tag’s turn to groan as he watched McKenna disappear from their bedroom. God, the woman was going to be the death of him.
“Are we out of coffee?” Samantha asked Logan as he sat at the kitchen table.
“No,” he replied, not bothering to look up from the laptop he appeared to be studying.
Turning to face him, Samantha put her hands on her hips and waited patiently.
“Mind telling me where you hid it?”
Logan glanced up, actually looking at her, and Sam figured he was going to share the secret to where he’d obviously stashed the coffee.
“What?” he asked.
“Where is the coffee?”
“We’re out,” he responded, as though he hadn’t just told her they weren’t out.
Sam stared at him incredulously. “Seriously?”
“Seriously what?” he asked, appearing completely baffled by the way she was acting.
“I just asked and you told me we weren’t out. Now you are saying we are. Which is it?”
“We are,” he confirmed.
Sam fought the urge to grin. She knew her husband, knew how intent he was when he was working, but for some reason, this morning it rubbed her the wrong way. And no, it wasn’t the first time it had happened. “So what do I have to do to get you to listen to me the first time I ask a question?”
“Be naked,” he answered deadpan. “Always be naked and you will have my absolute, undivided attention.”