Cash is made guardian of the children, along with Val’s brother, Brad Rafferty—a man who couldn’t be more different from Cash if he tried. A Yankee, Brad is a video-game developer who works twelve-to-fourteen-hour days at his desk. They lock horns as soon as they set eyes on each other. Neither man is happy to have the other around, but neither is willing to give up custody of his nieces and nephews.
It’s up to these two polar opposites to keep the kids together and give them a family again. But first they’ll have to keep from killing each other.
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How his cock could be that hard while his nose hurt as much as it did, he didn’t know.
Brad was staring at that ass hard enough he nearly ran into Cash when he stopped.
“You good, man?” Cash opened the door, ass bumping Brad’s prick as he stepped back from its outward swing.
Brad bit his lip hard to keep his groan quiet, but there was no way he could answer without sounding as turned on as he was. Cash swiveled toward him, and the door bumped into him as it closed, pushing them closer. Brad pressed against Cash, his cock rubbing Cash’s hip.
“Christ.” He blinked into Cash’s eyes and couldn’t help groaning. Without thinking, he reached for Cash’s arm.
“Fighting turns you on, does it?” Cash sounded sexy as all fuck.
“No, I….” Bending, he pressed their mouths together.
He ignored the pain and concentrated on the taste—blood and cigarettes, coffee and pure man. Cash grunted, tongue pushing into Brad’s lips as hungry and aggressive as could be. Brad wrapped his own lips around it, sucking hard, sliding his hand to the back of Cash’s head to tilt it a little.
God, that felt good, pain and all.
Cash was hard and strong against him, backing him around against the wall beside the door, one thigh pushing between his legs. If it hadn’t felt so goddamned necessary, he would’ve wrestled Cash for dominance, but that thigh was in the right spot, and he humped against it like a dog, holding Cash in place as he took over the kiss, sweeping his tongue through Cash’s mouth.
Cash grabbed his ass, slid his mouth over Brad’s jaw. “This is a terrible idea.”
“The worst,” Cash agreed, hips still working, Brad’s hard-on rubbing against that muscled thigh. “We should stop right now.”
Fuck, Cash’s hands felt good. He could feel Cash’s prick against his belly, and he slid his hands down to get a double handful of ass and squeeze. The answering groan was sweet as fuck as Cash’s teeth scraped along Brad’s jaw. Brad panted, knew it wasn’t going to be long before he came. God, it felt like forever since he’d done this, since that phone call.
Whimpering, he humped harder, wanting it, needing it.
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