Almost by Sean Michael

Author:Sean Michael [Michael, Sean]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Erotic Romance Fiction
Publisher: Totally Bound Publishing
Published: 2014-04-18T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Four

Lane sat back in his chair, looking at the cabinets. They were in, solid, and the countertops were due in tomorrow morning. It almost looked like a kitchen—a functional kitchen. He liked the open shelves up high, the way the kitchen worked for him, and it was attractive, a light oak that would work with the light countertops.

Hammer wiped his hands on his jeans, his bare chest gleaming with sweat, looking hot enough it should have been illegal. “It’s coming along nicely.”

“It is. It’ll look better tomorrow once we get the cabinets and the sink in.”

“Yeah, the bones of it are good, though.”

Hammer’s hand landed on his shoulder, squeezed.

“Mmm.” The pressure felt good. He’d worked hard today.

“Time for a shower,” Hammer suggested. “We can share.”

“Sounds good.” His new shower had a seat for him, and there was room for Hammer too, luckily.

“Let me grab my shaving bag and I’ll meet you there.”

“Sure.” He rolled down the hallway, into the bathroom. He did his business and got himself into the shower, shivering through the cold water until the hot started working.

Hammer stepped in with perfect timing, the bastard.

“Hey.” He shouldn’t be surprised. Hammer had always had great timing.

“Hey.”

God, Hammer was prime USDA stud.

Lane grabbed the soap and started washing himself, admiring Hammer’s hot bod.

“Oh, no, I don’t think so.” Hammer grabbed the soap from him and took over the job of washing him.

“Perv.” Oh, fuck. That felt so fucking good. He did love those hands.

Hammer snorted. “Takes one to know one.”

God, it felt good to laugh. “Thanks for all your help today.”

“I like helping you.” Hammer’s fingers lingered on his nipples.

Lane’s eyes closed, the pleasure a tiny addiction.

“I like washing you more.” Hammer’s hands were big and felt amazing.

“More than what?” He wrapped his hands around Hammer’s hips.

“Even more than I like helping you.”

“Oh.” He shifted, ass sliding on his shower seat. “Good.” God, he would miss Hammer when the man had to go back on duty.

Hammer’s voice stopped him from wallowing in it. “You ready to lose the fur, mountain man?”

“Hmm?” He leaned into the touch.

“Shaving time.” Hammer rubbed his beard.

“Uh-uh. I like it. There are scars.”

“I want to see them. Besides, the beard itches.” Hammer grabbed his shaving bag and pulled out his razor.

“Hammer, it’s ugly. There are scars.”

His lover cupped his face and looked into his eyes. “Badges of honor, Laney.”

“I’m going to grow it back when you head back to base.”

Hammer shook his head “Not happening.”

“No? You won’t be here to stop me.” The steady touch on his face was a touch dizzying.

Hammer looked him right in the eye. “Yes, I will.”

“I don’t understand.” He searched those mismatched eyes. “How…how long can you stay, Hank?”

“Until you get tired of my sorry ass.” Hammer grinned wickedly. “Of course I aim to make sure that doesn’t happen.”

If he’d been standing, Lane would have fallen. As it was he swayed, grabbed Hammer’s arms. “You mean it? You mustered out? I got you for good?”

Hammer nodded, one hand landing on his hip, the other still cupping his cheek.

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