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hair that covered Lane’s
chest, the corded muscles of Lane’s neck… And then the shirt was gone
completely, and their eyes collided.
    “Need a shower,” Lane said easily, his attention on
Grant.
    Breaking the eye contact, Grant once again slid his
gaze down the front of Lane.
    “You know where it’s at,” Grant replied, yanking his
eyes off the chiseled abs and hard planes of Lane’s incredible physique.
    “Sorry, I forgot where it was. Care to show me?”
    Grant frowned at Lane. He was not going to play this
game.
    Right. Tell your dick that, too.
    Grant ignored that little voice in his head at the
same time he ignored his dick’s reaction to the sexy cowboy now toeing off his
boots in the middle of Grant’s living room.
    “Lane,” Grant began, ready to offer the big man a
warning.
    “That’s my name, don’t wear it out,” Lane shot back as
he reached for Grant’s hand and damn near launched him to his feet with one
well-timed tug.
    “Fucking hell,” Grant grumbled when he found himself
vertical, standing directly in front of Lane. “I don’t have time for this
shit.”
    Lane was unbuttoning his own jeans while Grant
watched. He knew he should’ve stood his ground and pushed Lane away, but he
just couldn’t do it. This was exactly what he needed to take his mind off the
shitty day he’d had.
    “Show me the shower, Grant,” Lane demanded, his rich
brown eyes boring into Grant.
    “Sonuvabitch,” Grant complained half-heartedly, taking
a single step forward but not getting anywhere.
    The next thing he knew, Lane had wrapped his arms
around him and pulled him close, their mouths meeting with a vigorous hunger
that no amount of anger could dispel.
    “Damn, you taste good,” Lane mumbled against his lips.
“My favorite combination … Grant and beer.”
    Grant didn’t get a word in edgewise because Lane fused
their mouths together once again and proceeded to back Grant toward the
bathroom. The next thing he knew, they were both naked, standing beneath the
lukewarm spray in his small shower.
    “You know what I need?” Lane asked, his lips trailing
down Grant’s neck, effectively eliminating all thought from Grant’s mind.
    Grant had to hold back a yelp when Lane ventured
farther and then nipped his collarbone.
    “I asked you a question,” Lane declared firmly.
    “What?” Grant asked, sliding his arms around Lane and
gripping his ass, pulling Lane against him as their cocks rubbed together.
Fucking shit, that felt good.
    “Are you asking me to repeat the question? Or asking
me what I need?” Lane asked.
    Grant laughed. He couldn’t help it. “Does it matter?”
    “Maybe.”
    “What do you need?” Grant tried to keep his tone
serious but failed thanks to the triple shot of desire that had been injected
into his bloodstream. The only thing he could think about at that point was the
sexy, naked cowboy in his arms.
    Lane’s lips and tongue traveled back up Grant’s neck,
making their way to his ear. Lane nipped his earlobe at the same time he said,
“I need to feel your mouth on my cock.”
    Grant groaned. “Yeah?” he asked breathlessly as Lane
wrapped his big, callused hand around Grant’s dick.
    Ahh, hell. Grant was pretty sure those were stars he
saw behind his closed eyelids.
    “Yeah. I want you on your knees with my dick in your
mouth. I want to watch,” Lane continued, nipping Grant’s earlobe again, “my
dick fucking your face.”
    At the moment, Grant wanted the same damn thing.
    As though Lane just realized that Grant needed a
little coaxing, Lane took a step back, placing one hand on Grant’s shoulder and
encouraging him to go to his knees. Which he did. Much to his cock’s dismay,
though, because as he lowered himself to the porcelain floor beneath them, Lane
released the firm grip he’d had on Grant’s dick, leaving him aching for his
touch once again.
    “Oh, fuck yeah,” Lane moaned as he slipped his fingers
into Grant’s wet hair, pulling roughly, enough