“That son of yours…” Dr. Mills muttered under his breath.“Oh sure, he’s my son when he’s chasing skirts,” Mrs. Mills said, “but yours when you need to impress your shallow clients. Your son, the famous electric guitarist.”“My sons, the famous electric guitarists,” Dr. Mills corrected. “Your sons, the notorious skirt chasers.”“They don’t get it from me.”Dr. Mills chuckled and kissed the tip of her nose. “I stopped chasing skirts after I found the right one.”Rebekah smiled, hoping she and Eric still shared that kind of affection after thirty years of marriage, and looked over to see how Isaac was taking Trey’s continual indiscretions.Isaac had vanished. The floor-to-ceiling window behind his favorite drape was opened. Had he honestly snuck outside through the open window? Rebekah sighed and rubbed her forehead to stave off a threatening headache. She really didn’t need this right now. She already wanted to go home. She had enough drama to deal with in her own life, thank you very
He smiled. He’d never been greeted with a birthday present on his pillow. The guys had once woken him by smashing a birthday cake into his face. It had been one rude, but rather delicious, wake-up call.He untied the ribbon and lifted the lid, expecting to find something sexy nestled in the tissue paper. Instead, he found a baby monitor.“A baby monitor?”He lifted the device from the box and found a second note tied to its short antenna. I’m at your beck and call, birthday boy. Press the button, and let me know when you’re ready for me.His heart thundered with anticipation. He pressed the button. “Rebekah?”“I’ll be right up,” her voice came from the little speaker.He was already up. When it came to his woman, he was always up. He covered his excitement by dropping a pillow on his lap.A moment later the bedroom door opened and Rebekah entered carrying a tray of food. She wore a frilly little apron. Just a frilly little apron. Damn, she looked good enough to eat. If he hadn’t alrea
She looked up, her bottom lip trembling. “I do not please you?”He knew she wanted him to play a role, but he simply could not stand the devastated look, even if it was an act. He tucked a finger under her chin and moved in for a tender kiss. “You always please me. You are incapable of displeasing me.”She chuckled, dropping her act. “I think you’ll need tutoring on this scenario.”“Now?”“Unless… Do you want to open more presents?”He hesitated, then grinned and nodded eagerly.“Anything you want to save for another day, you can. You have a lot of presents. Probably too many to enjoy in one day.”He couldn’t pretend to be anything but excited. He grabbed her in an exuberant hug. “What’s next?”“Your next present is in the kitchen. Go put on some shorts and meet me downstairs. No peeking until I join you.”He grinned. “So you don’t want me naked for this one?”“Not all your gifts are sexual in nature.”“Bummer.”“The racetrack gift certificate, for example.”He squeezed her and rooted
At the same instant, Sed and Jessica noticed Eric standing on the steps waiting. “Hey,” Sed said. “Happy birthday.”When the couple climbed onto the wraparound porch, Jessica lifted a hand and patted Eric’s cheek. She read his shirt and laughed. “Dirty old man? Perfect.”Jace and Aggie arrived a few minutes later. They had presents and food too. Jace offered Eric a playful punch in the ribs. “Sorry we’re late,” he said. “Aggie was finishing your present.”Eric felt the blood drain from his face. “Please don’t tell me it’s a whip.”Jace laughed. “You’ll have to wait and see.”“You look happy,” Aggie commented, tucking her long, silky black hair behind both ears and kissing his cheek.“I am happy. Old, but happy.”A van pulled into the drive. It took Eric a moment to recognize it as belonging to Rebekah’s parents. Great. Eric’s smile faded. No doubt they’d brought Isaac along for kicks and giggles. He’d like to kick him, that’s for sure. And it would make him giggle. Trey climbed out of
Jon climbed to his feet. “I’ll give you a call once I’m sure this therapy is going to stick. I really want to succeed this time. I’m finished with that shit.”“You better. I have some songs written that are amazing, but not Sinners’ style. I’d love to get them in front of an audience. I’m counting on you to make that happen.”Jon rolled his eyes. “You don’t need me, Eric. You could put your own band together in ten seconds. Any musician in his right mind would give his left nut to perform with you.”“But I’m counting on you.” Eric shoved Jon toward the porch steps. “Get now. I need to chase off the rest of my guests so I can have time alone with my woman.”“She’s good for you.”Eric smiled. “You don’t have to state the obvious.”Jon trotted down the steps and then turned to look at him. “Thanks.” He didn’t need to say more. Eric understood. “Happy birthday.”When Eric let himself back in the house, Rebekah was waiting in the foyer. “How did it go?”Eric nodded. “I think he’s actually
“Trey.” The sound of Brian’s deep voice tugged at Trey’s heart. His soul. His will. Brian comprised Trey’s hopes. His dreams. Embodied his love. His desire. Represented his past. His present. His future. Everything Trey had ever been or ever could be, he associated with the man. Trey knew Brian would never love him. Not with the same all-encompassing, soul-wrenching possessiveness with which Trey loved him, but they maintained a close friendship. It wasn’t nearly enough for Trey, but was better than nothing.“Trey?” Brian whispered against his ear, his bare chest pressed against Trey’s naked back. “I want you.”The flood of lust that coursed through Trey’s body was punctuated with an inrush of breath. Yes… “Now?”“Shh,” Brian breathed. “Quiet. Or someone will hear us.”Trey was naked. Had he gone to bed naked? He didn’t remember. It didn’t matter. In the darkness, Brian pressed him facedown on the mattress of his bunk on Sinners’ tour bus. Trey felt Brian’s weight over his back. His w
Trey chuckled. Father and son both had tufts of black hair sticking up in all directions.“I hope he has your brains,” Brian said.“And your talent,” Myrna added.“He’s perfect,” Trey said, unable to resist the impulse to smooth Malcolm’s fuzzy hair with his palm. It did no good. The baby’s downy black hair immediately returned to standing on end.“You’ll be his godfather then?” Brian asked.Trey lifted his gaze to Brian’s. As if he could deny him anything. “Yeah. I guess so.”Brian smiled. “I think you need to get busy, Mills—find yourself a nice girl and make Malcolm a best friend. You’re already nine months behind.”“Ha! Like that’s ever going to happen,” Trey said flippantly, but something inside him wanted that. Wanted something he and Brian could share. Pride of their respective sons. He could almost picture Malcolm and Trey Junior playing together in the backyard, learning how to play guitar together, getting into mischief, growing. Trey Junior? What the f**k was he thinking? T
“I…” she said breathlessly.“You don’t have to say anything,” he said. He pinned her with the look that got him almost anything he wanted. He’d perfected it as a child, modified it as a man, used it unabashedly. She flushed and leaned against the door for support.“Sometimes a beautiful woman just needs a hard, slow f**k against a wall with a perfect stranger. I understand.”She gazed at him, looking more dazed than a pothead at a Grateful Dead concert. “Yeah… Perfect.”“I’ll leave first. I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble.”“Yeah…”He waited for her to collect enough sense to move out of the way of the door. One hand on the doorknob, Trey took her chin between his thumb and forefinger and kissed her trembling lips. “That is the best sex I’ve ever had against a door in a hospital supply closet.”“Yeah…”“You’re an amazing woman.”“Will you call me?” she gushed.He shook his head slightly. “I want to keep my memory of this moment untainted. Let’s not complicate it. Let it be what it