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Chris still looked unhappy. “What do you say we finish the tour and get out of here?”
“Thought you’d never ask.” Shane rasped. “Hey, cheer up.” He husked, leaning forward to draw Chris’ lower lip into his mouth to suck sensuously on it. “It’s not every day you get to see a sexy woman, naked and hot for your cock.” He murmured when he released Chris’ lip, ignoring Chris’ sharp intake of breath at his words. “Did you see how wet she was for you?” Shane went on in a low voice, licking at the corner of Chris’ mouth. “I bet you would have loved plunging into her wet pussy…”
“Okay, that’s it…” Chris exploded, shooting off the bed. “I don’t…”
“Just kidding.” Shane laughed, pulling Chris down into his arms. “I just had to do it.” Shane gave Chris a fierce kiss which he didn’t return. “Hey, loosen up. I was just pulling your legs.”
“That wasn’t funny,” Chris growled. “I didn’t like it.”
“I’m sorry.” Shane’s chest rumbled with laughter. “Damn, you’re easy.” Shane husked, capturing Chris’ mouth in a kiss so sensual he didn’t have any choice but to kiss Shane back. The kiss was wild, hot, wet, passionate, and dick-hardeningly good.
“Hmm… Maybe we should…” Coherent thought fell out of Chris’ reach when Shane’s hand slipped under his shirt to pinch his nipple lightly. “Shane…” With a lustful moan, Chris slanted his lips over Shane’s, his tongue fucking deep and fast till Shane had to tear his mouth away to draw in breath.
“Check my back pocket.” Shane panted. “There’s lube.”
“And he says I’ve got a dirty mind.” Chris laughed breathlessly. “You’re such a slut.”
“Do you blame me?” Shane murmured, still trying to catch his breath. “I’m in a constant state of arousal whenever I’m around you. What was that you said about unleashing…”
“Shut up and kiss me, Shane Lewis.” Chris husked, rolling onto Shane and rubbing his covered erection against Shane’s. And even as their lips locked together in a toe-curling kiss, the two men couldn’t help but hump the fuck out of each other.
“Oh fuck, Chris.” Shane gasped against Chris’ wet lips when they came up for air. “I need…need the pants out of the way…” He whimpered and promptly sighed his approval when Chris moved down and reached out to unbuckle his belt. By the time Chris finished unbuttoning Shane’s cargo pants, Shane was trembling in anticipation. Chris reached in and pulled out Shane’s hard throbbing cock and gave the flared head a light squeeze. Smiling at Shane’s lustful moan, Chris watched the drop of precum that grew at the tip of Shane’s cock. As it started to slide from the opening, he caught it on his tongue and licked at the leaking slit with the tip of his tongue. “Chris…” Shane gasped with pleasure, thrusting up against Chris’ mouth. Chris drew his head back and both men watched, entranced, the thin string of clear liquid that seemed to link Chris’ lips with the tip of Shane’s full and heavy erection. “Oh, god.” Shane’s eyes glazed over as he stared, riveted. “I need you now, Chris…”
In a fluid movement that was so smooth it deserved applauds, Chris pulled off Shane’s pants together with his boxers, rescuing that tube of lube from Shane’s pocket before the pants actually landed on the floor. When Shane felt Chris’ slick fingers enter him, he almost drooled from pleasure. It felt amazingly good.
“Get out of those pants, Chris,” Shane growled as he fucked himself on those wicked thick fingers. “I need to feel that co…” Shane trailed off when his phone started ringing. “Oh shit!” He groaned, almost as if he was in pain.
“Ignore it,” Chris growled.
“Fuck, I can’t.” Shane moaned. “It’s Lizzie and from that ringing tone, she’s using the emergency line. Fuck, where’s my phone?” Shane looked disoriented.
Chris pulled out his fingers as he reached for Shane’s phone with his other hand. “Here.” Chris handed the phone to Shane and got off the bed.
“Thanks,” Shane muttered as he sat up. “Talk to me, Lizzie.” He demanded immediately he clicked on the answer button, watching Chris disappear into the en suite bathroom.
“Shane. It’s Adele.” Came Lizzie’s frantic voice.
Shane was already on his feet, reaching for his boxers. “What’s wrong?” He had his phone tucked between his ear and shoulder as he pulled on his boxer briefs.
“She fell. I think her arm is broken because it’s started swelling at the elbow.”
“Shit! Where are you now?” Shane pulled up his pants as Chris emerged from the bathroom. He was so disconcerted he couldn’t even button up his pants. Chris slapped Shane’s hands away from his fly and carefully adjusted his semi-hard cock before buttoning him up and buckling his belt.
“We just left home. We’re going to M&M. It’s closer.” Lizzie responded.
“Thanks.” Shane mouthed at Chris and quickly slipped his feet into his boots. “I’m on my way,” Shane said and cut the call. “They’re going to M&M. Adele broke her arm.”
“Shit,” Chris swore and started dialing a number on his phone as he followed Shane down the stairs. “Michael?”
“Sup, Lover-boy?” Michael’s teasing voice came on the line.
“Shut up and listen to me, fool,” Chris growled as he signaled the security guard to lock up. “Shane’s daughter is hurt. She broke her arm. They’re on their way to the hospital. Are you there?”
“Yes, I’m here,” Michael answered. “What’s her name?”
“She’s Adele and she’s four…well, almost five,” Chris said as he switched to the speakerphone so that he could drive without the stress of having a phone to his ear.
“One moment, Chris,” Michael said. “Hey Alex, get ready for a little girl who’s hurt. They’ll be here soon so go wait at the entrance. Who’s she coming with, Chris?”
“Her mum. She’s Lizzie. You can’t miss her. She’s pregnant.” Chris said, tearing out of his gate.
“You mean a pregnant chic almost broke your nose?” Michael asked in such a funny tone that Shane couldn’t help but laugh despite his worry over his daughter. “Shane?”
“Hello, Michael. Thanks for your help.” Shane responded.
“You’re an asshole, Michael,” Chris said.
“They’re here. That was fast. Talk to you guys later.” Michael hung up.
“She’s in good hands,” Chris said, reaching for Shane’s hand. Shane looked so tense. Chris brought their entwined hands to his lips and kissed Shane’s knuckles. He wished he could do something to lighten the mood. “Hang in there.”
“Thanks,” Shane muttered looking pensive. Chris thought fast.
“Michael is an asshole. How could the idiot tease me at such a time?” Chris managed to sound angry.
“Well, you decided to tell him about getting punched.” Shane shrugged.
“Hmm…silly me,” Chris muttered. “I told all of them. Now he’s going to inform the fools that the lady who almost broke my nose was actually pregnant. I’ll never live this down.” Chris groaned, making Shane laugh softly despite himself.
“So you guys discuss everything huh?” Shane asked, turning to look at Chris.
“Yep,” Chris responded as he sped towards Michael’s hospital and Adele. “Well, it depends on how sensitive the issue is,” Chris answered carefully, remembering how he still hadn’t told the squad about Aaron raping Kyle. He didn’t have any intention of ever doing that too. Those guys would have really dealt with Aaron if they’d heard about that unfortunate incident. “But even you must admit a man like myself taking such a blow from a lady is rather funny.” Chris chuckled.