Chapter Thirty-Nine #2
Eyes widening, I stare at my plate, biting my lip to stop the stupid smile from breaking free. It’s no use, and I have to look away when Caid asks, “Seriously? What did you have for breakfast?”
I can feel Ryan’s eyes on me, but I can’t look, knowing I’ll laugh. I won’t give him that satisfaction.
Thankfully, I don’t have to, because in the silence it takes Ryan to respond, Caiden already catches on. I hear him gasp, and my shoulders instantly start shaking with silent laughter, right before he blurts, “You filthy bastard. At the breakfast island, no less.”
“It’s an island, not a table,” Ryan dutifully points out, and that’s when I lose my fight against the laughter that spills out with an unladylike wheeze.
When I finally turn to face the two men in the room, I find one grinning at the sink, while the other is staring at me like he can’t believe what he’s hearing.
Caid shakes his head and stabs his toast, chomping into it without taking his eyes off me, and I slide my hand over my mouth before muttering, “Seems he had quite the fulfilling breakfast, if you ask me.”
Caiden’s eyes glitter with amusement even as he gasps in false outrage, shaking his head like he’s never been more appalled, before he declares, “Never in all my years have I been in the presence of such filth. For shame. For. Shame.”
“You’re an idiot,” Ryan snickers, putting everything away in its rightful place as soon as he’s done washing.
When he’s finished and my plate is almost empty, he walks around the island and leans in for a kiss I give willingly.
He cups my face delicately, as though he’s handling something precious, and I melt into him as he slowly drugs me with every press of his lips against mine.
When he pulls back, he says, “I’ll see you at dinner. ”
There’s a flirty undertone to his words, and I catch it instantly, laughing as he pulls away. Pointing my fork at him, I accuse, “Dirty devil. I can’t believe I didn’t see it before.”
“What can I say, trouble? I’m full of surprises,” he tosses over his shoulder, heading to the door where his shoes sit neatly. He shoves his feet into them before flashing me that charming grin, and he says, “I’ll see you later.”
“Have a good day,” I call, blowing him another kiss that he steals and stuffs into his pocket before disappearing out the door.
When I turn my focus back to Caiden, I find him staring at the door as though he’s witnessed something particularly troubling, and I ask, “Everything okay?”
“No. It’s not,” he answers seriously, slowly turning to face me with a worried expression. “I think aliens have taken over Ryan’s body. Did he just catch a kiss from you?”
Rolling my eyes when I realize he’s not being serious, I nod and offer the rest of my breakfast to him. He’s already finished his, though I have no idea when he ate it all, but he accepts my offering as I tell him, “What can I say? I have that effect on a man.”
“I believe you, Blue,” he teases, finishing my breakfast before he stands and takes care of the dishes.
When he’s done, wiping his wet hands on a hand towel, he asks, “So, are you ready to bless your camera with my face today?”
“You bet your fine ass I am. Are you ready to strike some poses for me?” I counter.
“Oh, I have poses, all right,” he tells me, right before he starts popping off with several poses that consist of nothing more than him flexing his muscles in the tight black gym shirt he’s wearing.
When he doesn’t find that effective enough, he brings his legs to the disco, showing off the impressive muscle there, and it’s a miracle I don’t swoon at the sight of them.
Biting my lip through the free show, I watch and absorb every pose, storing them in the memory bank in my mind before I tell him, “I’m ready to get this party started when you are, muscles.”
“Then, by all means, let’s go do a photo shoot,” he announces with a flair I thought only I was capable of.
Laughing, I hop off my stool and gather my purse, camera, and travel light I had the good thought to pull out of my closet three days ago.
Tucking my feet into my Converse before gesturing to the door as soon as I have everything, I check I have everything before turning to Caiden.
“After you, Mr. Miller,” I drawl with a fake English accent I’m sure would bring Henley a great amount of pride.
Caid snorts as he heads out of the door before me, and I follow after, my eyes directly landing on his ass outlined to perfection in his gym shorts. There is method to my madness after all, and there’s certainly no way I would have followed after a man unless it was to check out his buns.
And Caiden’s buns, much like Baxter’s and Ryan’s, are worth following after.
I’m sure once I check out Rayne’s ass thoroughly, he’ll join the list, because I’m almost convinced there isn’t a single thing physically wrong with these guys.
They’re all drop-dead gorgeous, so much so that I’m convinced they were created instead of birthed.
It’s unnatural, for sure, but I’ll be damned if it’s not an absolute delight resting my gaze on each of them.
And today, my gaze will be resting on one-fourth of pure perfection, and I simply can’t wait.