Coffee Cake by Michaela Grey

Author:Michaela Grey
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, pdf
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2015-04-22T23:00:00+00:00

THEY WERE still kissing when Callan walked through the door.

“Dudes, gross!” he exclaimed, reeling back with a hand over his eyes. “Get a room! Oh wait… well, put a sock on the door handle or something!”

Bran just rolled his eyes and caught Malachi’s wrist when Malachi tried to get up. “He walked in on us,” he reminded his boyfriend, “and that means that we have free rein to gross him out as much as possible.”

Malachi glanced at him, uncertain, and then at Callan, who had flopped into the desk chair and dropped his heavy boots on the bed. Then his mouth quirked into a wicked smile, and he turned in Bran’s arms so his back was pressed to Bran’s chest and he was cradled in Bran’s lap.

Callan glared at Bran, who just smiled at him.

Bran leaned down to speak into Malachi’s ear, loud enough that his brother could hear him. “PDAs make Callan super uncomfortable. Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

Malachi snorted and reached up to catch the back of Bran’s neck and pull him down into a thorough kiss. Bran went with a will, loving the way Malachi opened up to him so sweetly, his breath coming in little huffs and pants against Bran’s lips and his body relaxing into Bran’s embrace.

“Sweet Jesus,” Callan said, and both men jumped. “If I promise not to tell you to get a room ever again, will you please stop?”

Malachi let his head fall back against Bran’s chest and laughed, open and delighted.

Bran reveled in the sound. There had been times in the past few days when he hadn’t been sure he’d get to hear that again.

“Laugh it up,” Callan growled, but his lips were twitching. “Can we change the subject now?”

“How long are you here for?” Bran asked obligingly.

Callan shrugged, pulled his deck of cards out of his back pocket, and began to shuffle them. “I’ve got at least a week,” he said as he cut the deck and slid the cards back together with a practiced flick of his wrist. “Rick’s in charge while I’m gone, and he told me I wasn’t allowed to come back before then. I’ll get a motel room somewhere close by.”

August knocked on the door, and Bran beckoned him in as Callan held out the deck for Malachi to pick a card.

“August, this is Malachi, and this is my brother, Callan.”

August shook hands all around, smiling.

“Callan, you absolutely will not get a motel room,” Bran said as August perched on the wall heater. “Since I’m bunking with Mal for now, you can have my bed, although you’ll have to put up with my roommate, the loathsome Grady. Still, it’s free, and you can’t argue with that, and it’s only across the green. Not that far away.”

Callan fanned the deck and motioned for Malachi to pick again. “Whatever, man. You know I don’t care where I bed down.”

August cleared his throat. “Don’t s’pose it makes a difference, but my room’s a double… ’n I don’t mind a roommate, long as he don’t snore.

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