With a nod, I sat up. “That and the black leather pants with the lace bra and panties.”
Jack flashed me a pleased smile. “They sound hot.”
My smile was full of flirtation. “They are.” I stood and stretched my tired body.
Jack’s eyes scanned me hungrily. “They’re not as hot as you.”
“Down, boy.” I patted his chest. “We have a show to get to.”
I took my top from him and gathered the other things from my suitcase.
“I guess it’s time for you to go, huh?” Byron mumbled in his sleepy voice.
“Yeah, man, almost.”
I watched Jack look down at Byron and noticed him focusing on Byron’s limp cock in much the same way I’d stared at it many times. Byron turned red, but he made no move to cover himself up. When my hair fell across my face like a curtain while I pulled my towel out of my suitcase, I was glad neither of them could see my smile.
It was awesome that they liked each other and were slowly learning they were attracted to each other, the realization taking its time to surface.
Jack cleared his throat. “Why don’t you come with us, Byron?”
“What?” Byron sounded surprised. “Can I?”
Aww!
Byron was so sweet about his crush while Jack tried to play it cool.
“Yeah, why not? The more, the merrier.” Jack scratched his cheek with a grimace. “Unless you want to stay and catch up with your cousin?”
“No thanks. It’s clear he’s still a dick.”
I flashed him a coy look. “If you come, Byron, this lucky girl gets the trifecta of men to escort her to the show.”
“Well, okay.” Byron got up and picked up his pants.“Give me a few minutes to get dressed into something suitable.”
“Givemea few minutes to take a shower and fix my hair and makeup.” I then stood on my tiptoes.
Jack met me halfway, and we pecked one another on the lips. “No more than fifteen.”
I rolled my eyes as I bounced toward the bathroom. “Please, I only need ten.”
“With that sex hair? I don’t think so,” Jack quipped.
I felt my cheeks color and patted my hair down self-consciously. He laughed as he left the room.
Before Byron could leave as well, I took his hand. “Shower with me.”
Byron followed me into the ensuite and made sure the water was at the perfect temperature before he let me step in.
I admired his beautiful body as I lathered up my hands and ran them over his shoulders, pecs, and down his abdominals, tracing my soapy fingers over his six-pack.
“You know, you said something to me the other night when we were at the Electric Carousel.”
“Did I? What was that?” His breathing was ragged as he asked me the questions.
I smiled sweetly. “I think you remember.”
I could see he was nervous. His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat, yet at the same time, Byron slid his hands onto my hips and drew me closer to him.