Taking It Slow - Reese Knightley Page 0,30

man’s aftershave filled with spice and something all Spencer went straight to his head and dick.

Smiling, he pulled a credit card from his wallet and went to hand it to the clerk when Spencer’s body went tight.

He was roughly shouldered aside.

“You got the last round, I’ve got this one,” Spencer growled, sending him an annoyed look.

Liam sighed, backed up, and leaned against the wall, watching as Spencer counted out the cash. He had to clench his teeth to keep quiet and not argue.

Tucking his wallet away, Spencer approached him.

“I can pay for our drinks.”

“I know.” He turned his face away, because he knew he’d look skeptical. “I just like to splurge on you both.”

“I’ve noticed. Don’t think I didn’t see the new jacket Wesley’s wearing,” Spencer said tightly. The easygoing man from a few moments ago was gone.

“Hey, Adam had two of them. Wesley admired it. What was I supposed to do, Spencer? Crush him because you think everything I do is a handout?” he answered sharply.

“Fuck.” Spencer lifted the heels of his palms and pressed them to his eyes.

“What are you afraid of?”

“That you’ll try to change me.” Spencer’s hands dropped.

“I wouldn’t change one hair on your head.”

Spencer ran a hand over his shorn head. “What hair?” The soldier gave him a sexy smirk.

Laughter jerked out of him and he shook his head.

“Ass.”

With a wicked looking smile, Spencer moved in, taking him by surprise, and gripped the front of his button-down shirt in a tight fist.

Liam’s breath left him in a whoosh of sound and Spencer’s eyes turned dark like a stormy night.

“You drive me crazy,” Spencer muttered, tugging him sharply forward and God help him, Liam went. Only stopping when his chest barely brushed Spencer’s.

Their mouths were only an inch apart, breath mingling, his eyes locked on Spencer’s, and for the life of him, every thought in his head flew out the fucking window.

But he waited, mouth dry for Spencer to make a move. It was one of the hardest things to do in his life. No, scratch that. It was the hardest thing he’d ever done, but he waited.

“Liam,” Spencer husked a sexy growl and closed the distance.

When his lips touched Spencer’s, Liam cupped Spencer’s face. Heat exploded between them. Angling his head, he closed his mouth over Spencer’s lips and took the kiss that was offered.

Lips crushed amidst silent moans, and tongues tangled with harsh breaths. Spencer tasted like nirvana. He raked his fingers over Spencer’s shorn head and cupped the back of it to keep his mouth locked on lips he’d been dying for. The kiss grew heated and he groaned, gently grinding his groin against Spencer’s, feeling the man’s answering hardness. Spencer sucked on his tongue and ground against him.

“Turner, your order’s ready,” the clerk yelled through the window like a splash of cold water.

With a gasp and a yank, Spencer broke the kiss, pupils blown. Liam knew his own had to be. He licked at his lips and swallowed.

“I guess that’s us,” he said stupidly.

Spencer suddenly laughed, it came out hoarse and choppy, but it was definitely a laugh.

Liam grinned and spun. No way was he making a big deal out of this. He didn’t want to spook Spencer, but fuck if his heart wasn’t full of so much hope that it hurt.

Spencer

“I’m unavailable for three days. I can meet you then.”

“This is the second time you’ve blown me off. You don’t have a say in this, so you better remember that.”

“Stop fucking threatening me. I hold you responsible for what happened to Wesley,” he had snarled over the phone at Mayer.

Silence greeted his words. He knew Mayer had to be frothing at the gills from that remark, but the agent had been the one to place Wesley with the foster home that turned out to be more abusive than the shit he received at his own house.

Spencer had made the mistake of going off on the guy, and Mayer had been hell bent on taking his wrath out on Wesley. Mayer had known he’d do anything to keep Wesley from foster care. When Mayer suggested he pay him to keep Wesley out of the system, Spencer wanted to tell the guy to fuck off, but he hadn’t. At first, it hadn’t been as much, but the amount kept going up and he knew it was the crooked motherfucker’s way of turning the screws.

Spencer sighed. He’d put off paying Mayer’s last bribe because of rent and the guy wasn’t happy.

“I’ll be out of