Page 129 of Cheap Shot

Luke shifted onto his side and propped his head on his hand. “What do you want to tell them?”

“I don’t know. That’s up to you,” Sebastian said, suddenly missing the warmth of Luke’s skin. He reached down and pulled the covers up over him, belatedly realizing his belly was streaked with cum from both of them.

He made a face.

Luke sat up with a grunt, disappearing out the door of Sebastian’s bedroom. Sebastian stared after him, confused, until he heard the sound of running water. A few moments later, Luke reappeared carrying a washcloth, water glistening on the solid planes of his body where it caught the light.

“Here,” he said, holding the cloth out.

Surprised, Sebastian took it. It was still warm and he wiped at his stomach and thighs, mopping up the mess they’d made earlier.

Luke took it from him when he was done and disappeared again. Sebastian heard the sound of running water again before he returned.

Luke slid into bed, slinging an arm over Sebastian’s waist. “Do wehaveto tell them anything?”

Sebastian blinked before he remembered that they’d been talking about how to explain to his employees why Luke had stopped by and why they’d disappeared into Sebastian’s apartment for over an hour.

“They’re probably gonna have questions,” Sebastian pointed out. “Rosaleen knew who you were.”

“Yeah, she’s Catherine’s niece, right? Took me a moment to figure it out, but …”

Sebastian nodded. “Yeah. Catherine was the one who suggested I hire her.”

“She doing well here?”

“She is,” Sebastian said. “Although I could use a couple more of her to work in the shop.”

“I know she’s got a shitload of cousins around the area. You could probably hire the whole O’Shea clan if you wanted. Well, the ones who aren’t involved in hockey, anyway.”

Sebastian laughed. “I might have to think about that.”

They fell silent a moment before Sebastian pressed on. “Rosaleen recognized you and Morgan did too and there’s no guaranteeing that they won’t tell Raul and Joe and they might tell other people too and …”

“You worry too much,” Luke said.

Sebastian shrugged. “Probably.”

“Well, cut it out,” Luke said gruffly, though the palm he smoothed over Sebastian’s stomach was gentle. “You don’t have to explain anything to anyone. I’m not asking you to hide the fact that we know each other.”

“But what if someone figures out what we’re doing? What if they put the pieces together?”

“That brain of yours never turns off, does it?” Luke asked.

“Not really,” Sebastian admitted with a sigh. “Though sex with you helps.”

“Glad I can be of service.” Luke shot him a crooked grin.

Another wave of emotion went through Sebastian, a sudden, dizzying sense of fondness for the big, gruff man in bed with him. Oh fuck, he was so screwed.

What the fuck he was going to tell Nicky, how he was going to deal withthatwhole mess, was a problem he hadn’t even begun to figure out. But for now, he was going to trust that Crawford was okay with a few more people speculating about their involvement.

“Okay,” he said, sliding a hand across Luke’s chest. “Okay. If you’re seriously not worried about what they’ll think then I won’t either. We’ll just let them wonder.”

“Sounds good to me.” Luke yawned, wide enough his jaw cracked. “Shit. Sorry. I didn’t sleep well last night.”

“Yeah, me either.”

“We could nap now,” Luke offered with another disarmingly crooked grin.