Jordan’s muscles slackened, and cold anticipation formed a lump in his stomach. Rick isn’t really jealous?
But the feral look in Rick’s eyes said he was.
The hand on his shoulder nudged him toward the ballroom. Did Rick want him? Was that why he’d agreed to come stag?
Rick’s fingers idly tapped the small of Jordan’s back as they walked. The whisper of contact was odd and possessive, and it sent Jordan’s blood surging to all the wrong places. He shouldn’t have had that second scotch. He was relaxed and horny, especially with Rick so close, when he needed to keep his wits about him. Rick would never forgive him if he let something slip about their past together in front of their high school friends.
The tapping continued, revving his nerves into high gear. His fly pressed painfully against his flesh. He turned to Rick. “Will you stop touching me?”
Rick’s easy smile fled. “Why?”
He grabbed the collar of Rick’s shirt and said in his ear, “Because, dumbass, you’re making me hard.”
Rick raised his brows and smirked. They moved forward again. The tapping slowed but didn’t stop.
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About the author:
Andrea Dalling lives in the sexy Southeast, where the summers are hot and the romance hotter. During the day, she’s an award-winning technical writer, but at night, she writes steamy stories. She loves to torture her characters but eventually rewards them with a happily-ever-after. Married to her college sweetheart, she’s a progressive Christian and an advocate for LGBT rights. You can follow her on Facebook (andrea.dalling.romance) or on Twitter (@Andrea_Dalling).
Publisher: Artesian Well Publishing
Cover Artist: Andrea Dalling