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An Excerpt From: LOVE IN MYSTERIOUS WAYS
Copyright © MADISON BLAKE, 2008
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing,
Inc.
Placing the folder on one of the visitor’s chairs, Brent
walked around the desk to stand behind Rory and give him a
neck-and-shoulder massage. As his hands settled on Rory’s shoulders, Rory
jumped a little, then realized what Brent was doing and relaxed. Brent took
it as a sign to go on. He and Rory had occasionally given each other such massages over the years from the moment they discovered
that these much-needed rubs were the best way to prevent tension headaches.
His hands glided familiarly over Rory’s shoulders as he kneaded
out the cricks and massaged the taut muscles. Once again he noticed how
Rory’s hair curled at his nape, how thick his shoulder muscles were and how
his light blue shirt fitted him perfectly. He’d been noticing small things
like these ever since he’d hit upon the idea of Rory joining his and
Lindsey’s bed.
But then, of course he had to pay attention to the small
details. He wanted to make sure Lindsey was pleased with his choice of the
third. Just as the curling heat that was snaking its way through his spine
was the result of imagining Lindsey in bed with him and his best friend. He
wasn’t lying when he had told Lindsey that he was looking forward to
watching another man fuck her. He firmly believed that spice was needed in
a marriage to keep it fresh and interesting.
But why was he experiencing this subtle tension whenever
he came into contact with Rory? His brow knitted as he pounded Rory’s
shoulders.
Rory spoke, breaking into his thoughts. “Yes, Mr.
Chapman, don’t worry, I have it covered.” His voice rumbled up Brent’s
fingertips and vibrated in him.
Incredibly, his cock stirred and began to grow hard.
Brent snatched his hands away and looked down as though he’d seen a snake.
Damn, what was the matter with him? To cover the slight tenting of his
trousers, he made his way back to his seat and covered his developing pole
with the folder.
Rory dropped the receiver into its cradle. “Damn
customer, if he doesn’t trust us lawyers to do the job, he shouldn’t have
engaged us.”
Still confused and grappling with his surprising
physical reaction, Brent was glad he was able to manage a weak chuckle. He
grabbed the first thing that came to mind. “You look tired.”
“I’ll say.” Rory sighed. “I…uh, couldn’t sleep again
last night.”
“The same dream?”
“Yes—no—I don’t know.” Rory sighed again. “The last
thing I remember when I woke up was some woman’s mouth around my cock. I
woke to find myself with a hard-on and I couldn’t stop jerking off after
that.” Tossing Brent an uncertain look, he continued, “Er, was that too much
information?”
“We’ve always been able to tell each other things,”
Brent choked out, although he couldn’t take his mind off the image of Rory’s
hand wrapped around his cock as he pumped himself. He caught his breath at
the painful ache in his cock as he stiffened and grew. What the hell—
CLOSE WINDOW
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