Double Coverage by Mercy Celeste Read Free Book Online

spot just out of their line of vision in time to see her wrap around his friend. Sweet little kisses in the pool. Aw, come on, Trigger, you can do better than that. Fucking small talk? What the hell?
    She was looking at taking a teaching job in the city, which was interesting. Another lost child looking to come home. Her ex-husband really screwed her up. Shit, no wonder Trig was moving slowly. She was hurt, and he wanted something long term. Oh, good boy, bring her to New Orleans. Damn, was it hot in here? Him and Trig and the sexy professor in The Big Easy. God, now that would be fun.
    She looked around the room, listening while Trig kissed her, teasing her. She was all but orgasmic just from small talk, goddamn. She didn’t see him standing just over to the side. Oh, but he could see her, her face flushed, her eyes fluttering, her mouth gone slack. Christ, she was in the throes of orgasm, crying out Trigger’s name, the small sound echoing around the room.
    Jesus Christ, Trig pushed her against the side of the pool. He was looking right at him but he was blind to everything except the sweet piece of ass he pushed inside of, his face going blank as he concentrated. He’d seen that face before; Trig was about to come—he was fighting it. Sliding into her, completely unaware he was being watched. Her little cries of pleasure were so sweet he wanted to join them in the pool and make her scream. He wanted Trigger to know he approved.
    Trig looked up, startled, when he stepped into the doorway. His eyes went hard, then just as quickly glazed over as he came, his face growing taut, his mouth forming an O , but he didn’t cry out. When he finished, he leaned his forehead against the side of the pool waiting for her. Trigger’s eyes, when they met his again, were cold—dismissive.
    Aroused and seriously confused, Bullet left just as quietly as he’d come.

Chapter Five
    “Where is the sexy professor?” Bullet waited for him outside his room. He was dressed in expensive clothes, black silk shirt, slacks that looked tailor-made just for him, and shiny black shoes. He also wore a diamond in his ear. That was new, as was the jealousy radiating off him.
    “What the hell do you care, and why were you watching us?” Trig grabbed Bullet’s wrist when he raised it to check the time. “We’re not kids anymore, Bullet. I don’t want to play those games.”
    “You looked so hot, Trig, fucking her in the pool. It made me horny just watching you … I want her, Trig, just once, you and me and the professor. For old times’ sake.” Bullet whipped around. Catching Trig off guard, he grabbed him by his hair, dragging his face close to his. “You’re slow, man. What happened to you?”
    “I grew up, Bobby. I had to get a real job. I stopped pretending I’m super human about ten years ago. And I am not interested in sharing, not this time.” He could smell Bullet’s aftershave; his face was smooth, and his eyes were cold, nearly silver. God, he hated Bullet’s eyes, they changed color depending on his mood, from silver to blue black and every shade in between. He hated the things Bullet did to him even more. “Not this time, Bullet. She’s mine.”
    “What if she wants me? She’s rebounding, pretty boy, and that shy act you’ve got going on with her isn’t going to keep her. She’s just looking for a rebound sex, then she’ll run back to the security of that college she works at, and you’ll be a distant memory.”
    Bullet was so beautiful, Trig forgot how dirty he could play. Trig breathed hard, but old habits were hard to break, and Bullet knew his weakness. Bullet was his weakness. The light sparkling in Bullet’s eyes told him the very second when Bullet knew he’d caved.
    Damn, Bullet. Why couldn’t you stay safely far, far away?
    “But it’s her choice. You can’t force it, Bobby. She’s fragile, and you have a tendency to break fragile things.”
    “I’m insulted, Trigger. I’ve learned a few things