hair would be fisted in his fingers and he’d guide her movements while he admired her full lips as they slid over his length.
Her eyes were warm brown. Inviting. Sometimes shy. Her face was heart-shaped and her nose turned up slightly at the tip. Her breasts were full and firm, her hips rounded.
And not only was she beautiful—that might have caught Rob’s attention but wouldn’t have held it—but she was super intelligent. She made her living as a freelance writer and her work was regularly published in major magazines. Nothing sexier than a smart woman.
Fuck, he felt like an idiot for lusting after not only his friend, but also his friend’s wife. Not that he’d ever do anything about his fantasies. Not only no, but hell no. He treated Shayla with the utmost respect and kept his distance. She was Rob’s wife and no way would he ever do anything to hurt Rob.
Yet the feelings still lingered. There was something wrong with him. Had to be. He plowed his fingers through his hair. He was a fucking mess.
“Adam.” There was an edge to Rob’s voice now. Adam knew his friend too well to think he was going to drop whatever was on his mind.
“Where’s Shayla?” He desperately tried to divert the conversation. It was strange he hadn’t seen her. She must be out somewhere, but he couldn’t imagine where she’d be. Not at eight o’clock in the evening on Christmas Eve.
When Rob didn’t answer, Adam finally turned his face toward him. His friend’s expression was more serious than he’d ever seen it. Shit. He picked up his glass and gulped down the rest. A waste of good scotch, for sure, but he needed the hit. Not that one drink would have much affect on him, but it was better than nothing. He needed something to dull the coming pain.
“I’ve seen how you look at me,” Rob began.
Adam closed his eyes and swallowed hard. The liquor he’d just drunk burned in his gut. He could still salvage this. He had to. The alternative didn’t bear considering.
He opened his eyes and chuckled. “Of course I look at you. I see you all the time.” There, that sounded casual enough.
“I’ve also seen how you look at Shayla.”
Adam’s heart stuttered before taking off at a gallop. He was totally fucked. He didn’t know what to say. “She’s a beautiful woman, man. That’s it. I would never…” Damn, he was only making thing worse. He shut his mouth.
Rob shook his head and sat forward in his chair. The leather creaked and the fire crackled, creating a homey atmosphere. Yet it was about to be a scene of carnage when Rob ripped out his heart. “You never could lie worth a damn, Lancaster. At least not to me.”
Adam felt as though he’d taken a shot to the gut. He was going to lose Rob. His best friend, the person he’d loved and wanted forever. And he was going to lose Shayla too. In the time she and Rob had been together, she’d become a good friend, always welcoming him to join them, never shutting him out or complaining because he lived next door and was always underfoot.
He’d have to sell the house and move. There was no way he could stay here now. He stood, his legs shaky. Rob stood as well. They both topped out at six feet, but Rob was the leaner of the two of them. Years of heavy construction work had given Adam thick muscles. Right now it didn’t matter who was physically stronger. Rob could destroy him with nothing more than a few words.
“I should be going.” He had to get out of here before Rob said anything else. “You’ve obviously been hitting the juice too hard, my friend.” His attempt at a joke fell flat. Rob wasn’t laughing.
Adam fisted his hands at his sides and squared his shoulders. He needed to get out of here with his dignity still intact. If he could do that, there was still the slight possibility that he might be able to salvage his friendship with Rob. The tension between them was palpable and his heart clenched. He didn’t want to lose either of them.
Adam moved
Her eyes were warm brown. Inviting. Sometimes shy. Her face was heart-shaped and her nose turned up slightly at the tip. Her breasts were full and firm, her hips rounded.
And not only was she beautiful—that might have caught Rob’s attention but wouldn’t have held it—but she was super intelligent. She made her living as a freelance writer and her work was regularly published in major magazines. Nothing sexier than a smart woman.
Fuck, he felt like an idiot for lusting after not only his friend, but also his friend’s wife. Not that he’d ever do anything about his fantasies. Not only no, but hell no. He treated Shayla with the utmost respect and kept his distance. She was Rob’s wife and no way would he ever do anything to hurt Rob.
Yet the feelings still lingered. There was something wrong with him. Had to be. He plowed his fingers through his hair. He was a fucking mess.
“Adam.” There was an edge to Rob’s voice now. Adam knew his friend too well to think he was going to drop whatever was on his mind.
“Where’s Shayla?” He desperately tried to divert the conversation. It was strange he hadn’t seen her. She must be out somewhere, but he couldn’t imagine where she’d be. Not at eight o’clock in the evening on Christmas Eve.
When Rob didn’t answer, Adam finally turned his face toward him. His friend’s expression was more serious than he’d ever seen it. Shit. He picked up his glass and gulped down the rest. A waste of good scotch, for sure, but he needed the hit. Not that one drink would have much affect on him, but it was better than nothing. He needed something to dull the coming pain.
“I’ve seen how you look at me,” Rob began.
Adam closed his eyes and swallowed hard. The liquor he’d just drunk burned in his gut. He could still salvage this. He had to. The alternative didn’t bear considering.
He opened his eyes and chuckled. “Of course I look at you. I see you all the time.” There, that sounded casual enough.
“I’ve also seen how you look at Shayla.”
Adam’s heart stuttered before taking off at a gallop. He was totally fucked. He didn’t know what to say. “She’s a beautiful woman, man. That’s it. I would never…” Damn, he was only making thing worse. He shut his mouth.
Rob shook his head and sat forward in his chair. The leather creaked and the fire crackled, creating a homey atmosphere. Yet it was about to be a scene of carnage when Rob ripped out his heart. “You never could lie worth a damn, Lancaster. At least not to me.”
Adam felt as though he’d taken a shot to the gut. He was going to lose Rob. His best friend, the person he’d loved and wanted forever. And he was going to lose Shayla too. In the time she and Rob had been together, she’d become a good friend, always welcoming him to join them, never shutting him out or complaining because he lived next door and was always underfoot.
He’d have to sell the house and move. There was no way he could stay here now. He stood, his legs shaky. Rob stood as well. They both topped out at six feet, but Rob was the leaner of the two of them. Years of heavy construction work had given Adam thick muscles. Right now it didn’t matter who was physically stronger. Rob could destroy him with nothing more than a few words.
“I should be going.” He had to get out of here before Rob said anything else. “You’ve obviously been hitting the juice too hard, my friend.” His attempt at a joke fell flat. Rob wasn’t laughing.
Adam fisted his hands at his sides and squared his shoulders. He needed to get out of here with his dignity still intact. If he could do that, there was still the slight possibility that he might be able to salvage his friendship with Rob. The tension between them was palpable and his heart clenched. He didn’t want to lose either of them.
Adam moved
Similar Books
