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changing."
    "Shit." I plucked at my T-shirt a couple more times before following him. I was halfway through the doorframe when I froze. "Wait, let me tell him we're coming."
    "They're the ones that told us what time to show up."
    "Yeah, but Kai may need to prepare. I want to give them a warning."
    "Warn them about your shirt while you're at it."
    "That's not funny. I'm freaking out and you're Captain Jokes-A-Lot all of a sudden."
    Luke paused in front of the door, arms crossed, as he gave me a serious stare. "What's going on?"
    "Nothing."
    "Don't give me that." Luke grabbed my chin. "Everyone likes you. In fact, so many people like you that it makes me want to lock you in a room with me forever so they'll stop staring you down. So, why the insecurity?"
    "Well…" Damn, as usual, he'd sniffed me out. "I wasn't always the greatest to Garrett, okay? When we were on the FOB, and I first started realizing I liked guys for more than just a fantasy or a bro-job, I was a dick about it."
    Understanding dawned on Luke's face. And surprise. "You never told me that."
    "It wasn't exactly a shining moment," I grumbled. "I'm worried he told Kai about how I acted, and now maybe he'll think I'm a dick. Or he'll expect some asshole dude-bro who will make him uncomfortable. He's a nervous guy, you know? Anxiety is a monster for him."
    The surprise softened into a half-smile that Luke only showed when we were alone. "I'm sure they'd be touched at your paranoia. But the kid would have already uninvited us if he thought you were a dickhead."
    It was true, but I kept frowning at him worriedly, until his smile widened. He pulled me closer and drew me into a kiss, which upgraded to a full-on make out in three seconds flat. Making out made us sound like thirsty teenagers, but we were definitely still in the can't-get-enough-of-each-other stage of our relationship. The kiss deepened when he slid his fingers into my hair and then he was backing me into the room again.
    Luke spun me around and pushed me facedown onto the bed. I landed with an  oof  and managed to get my phone out of my pocket before he started trying to get down my pants.
    "You horny bastard. I have to text Garrett!"
    "So text him. You have plenty of time."
    My fingers barely grazed the screen of my phone as Luke shoved one hand beneath me to undo my jeans. When his fingers grazed the growing hardness trapped there, heat exploded in me.
    “Stop,” I said breathlessly. “C’mon, I gotta do this.”
    Luke slid the zipper down and tugged my jeans down over my ass. He gave one red cotton covered cheek a firm smack. A zing of lust soared through me to join the growing need to be touched. I moaned, and he smacked my other ass cheek. I could practically hear his filthy smile.
    “So do it,” he rumbled.
    “Shit.”
    My thumbs swept over the phone but with Luke running his tongue along the skin he’d just smacked, and then lightly biting, I was so blind with lust that the message was gibberish.
     
    Dominic: wer on way k
    Garrett: …. I see.
     
    “Shit, I sound like an idiot in this message,” I said, breathing hard. “They’re gonna regret inviting my dumb Staten Island ass—”
    Luke clamped his hands on my shoulders and jerked me up and back against his hard chest. His fingers wound in my hair and gave a stinging tug.
    “Shut up or I’ll ride this Staten Island ass so hard that you won’t be able to walk into their front door.”
    I shuddered and leaned against him. “Luke, we’re gonna be la—”
    He forced my face to the side and pressed our lips together before I could say anything more. Rough stubble against my cheek and a hot wet tongue in my mouth was all it took for me to melt against him, arching my back against his chest as he slid one hand around my hip and down into the open fly of my jeans.
    I moaned into his mouth as he massaged my throbbing erection, and I was more likely to hoof it back to the East Coast in my Jordans than tell him to stop once he was