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jerked his gaze to his friend’s, watched Tucker’s pupils dilate until his blue irises were almost obliterated. Another hot spurt of come shot out of Christian’s cock.
    And Tucker came. Pearly ropes stretched from his pulsating shaft to his tanned skin. Christian issued a final moan. As Tucker unraveled, Christian held his friend’s gaze.
    Were they only friends? Or did sharing this intimacy make them lovers?
    Tucker’s eyes slipped closed as he continued to glide his cock through his palm, that distracting chin dimple winking. In the other room, the air conditioner whirred to life. Outside, one of Tucker’s roosters gave a last crow at the setting sun.
    Usually, he and Tucker sat around and watched some movies and drank more beer until they’d recovered from their session.
    It wouldn’t take Christian long to work himself into a frenzy again. His shaft was still rock-hard, bouncing against his stomach. Tucker ran his fingers down his arousal to his balls, which he gently kneaded in the after-bliss.
    Tucker gave a nod at Christian’s obvious state of need. He arched a long, golden brow. “A movie then we’ll go again?”
    Again and again. “Fuck, yeah,” Christian grated out as Tucker switched on the TV.
     
     
    The diner was a dead zone tonight. Not a customer in the house. With a rodeo taking place nearby and it being a Thursday night, Claire hadn’t even seen the regular group of kids coming in after their football game at the high school. No Bob the fruit truck driver stopping for a ham steak after a long day of hopping from supermarket to small town grocery. Not even Mr. Lundy from the post office, hanging around for hours and drinking coffee to avoid going home to his lonely house.
    Claire sighed and flattened her palms against the counter, pushing up and hitching her rear onto the laminate. The cook, with nothing to keep her occupied, was sitting on a chair with the back door propped open, smoking into the night.
    Without anyone to talk to, Claire was left to think.
    Last night at The Hellion, she’d barely gotten one song’s worth of dancing in before the blonde who Tucker had taken to bed came in and found her. Dropping dramatically to the empty chair at the table where Claire and her friends were sitting, the woman said, “I’m Allie. We talked a few days ago in the diner. I wanted to apologize for that night. I was a little crazed.” She rolled her eyes and fluttered her hands as if to punctuate her point.
    “It’s fine,” Claire said, trying not to notice the way Allie’s peachy cleavage spilled perfectly over her low-cut top or the way her hair was styled like the most up-to-date movie starlet’s.
    Allie leaned across the table, causing it to tremble on uneven legs. Claire’s Long Island Iced Tea sloshed over the rim. “I wasn’t even drinking that night, but I felt high and drunk both. Gawd, any girl would be out of her head after an experience like that!”
    “I don’t want to hear this. Go tell someone who gives a fuck.” Claire stood abruptly, completely knocking over her drink. She snagged up her purse and rushed to the ladies’ room, fighting her rising tears.
    The ache in her heart was still a dull thud, but at any given moment, it could flare into a hot, angry pain. She circled a forefinger over the laminate, tracing the swirls.
    Where was she going in life? Working a dead-end job with no man in her future. She was going to end up listening to everyone’s joys and never knowing her own.
    The bell on the door tinkled. At the sound, she hopped off the counter and glanced up.
    She stopped breathing.
    Tucker.
    And right behind him, Christian.
    Claire backed up until the counter dug painfully into her spine. Please don’t make me wait on you.
    The last thing she was capable of was acting nonchalant while serving eggs and home fries to the man she was in love with—especially when she wanted to roll out of his bed and pad off to his kitchen to prepare them herself.
    But the