Deadly Coincidence (Brantley Walker Off the Books #4) - Nicole Edwards Page 0,39

interesting,” Cyrus said with a mischievous smirk. “The more the merrier. That’s my motto.”

“Yeah, no,” Trey said quickly. “You two are welcome to party without me.”

Trey wasn’t sure what he’d expected to happen next, but it certainly wasn’t for Magnus to insert himself where Cyrus had been, toe-to-toe with Trey. Nor was it for Magnus to reach up, slide his hand behind Trey’s neck, and pull him down for a kiss.

A kiss he willingly indulged. Why he did, he would never know, and he feared it would be something he wondered for quite some time.

Christ. The man could kiss. Bold and daring, yet there was a vulnerability and easy charm he could sense beneath it. Enough that Trey knew Magnus would surrender control if he so much as whispered the command.

The hand at the back of his neck tightened, Magnus’s thumb brushing along his jaw. It was a move he didn’t anticipate, one that had his heart kicking into overdrive.

He could feel Cyrus staring, knew he was likely wondering the same thing Trey was: what the fuck?

“It’s like that, huh?” Cyrus asked, his tone having lost the happy-go-lucky vibe once more.

“Yeah,” Magnus answered softly, staring at Trey. “It’s like that.”

Trey had no idea what came over him in that moment. Perhaps it was because he knew Magnus was fucking with him or maybe because Cyrus had been the last one to fuck him over. Whatever the motivation, Trey leaned forward, gripped Magnus by the shirt and jerked him closer, fusing their mouths together.

Fuck the whole chaste brushing of lips. This was a buffet, and Trey took advantage of it, sliding his tongue right into Magnus’s mouth as he backed the man against the wall, pinning him between the wood paneling and his body.

When Magnus moaned, Trey thought he might lose it.

And when Magnus’s hand tightened around the back of his neck again, his tongue joining in on the action, Trey got light-headed.

The only thought that went through his head?

What.

The.

Fuck.

Only this time, it was on repeat.

*

Magnus knew he was in over his head before he’d intervened, before he’d gotten close enough to get a whiff of that spicy cologne Trey wore, to see the gray striations in his blue eyes, to feel the heat of his breath on his lips.

He’d expected the kiss. Hell, he’d even suspected it might rock his world, but this…

Ho-oly-fu-uck.

He never would’ve expected to be damn near knocked off his feet, to be manhandled so expertly that his cock fucking hurt from how hard it was. Yeah, he liked being shoved up against the wall, his mouth plundered by this dominating man. So much so, he didn’t give a shit that they were in a public place or that this could go sideways at any given moment.

His hand curled firmly on the back of Trey’s neck, holding him there as their lips and teeth clanged and clashed. This kiss made the first seem like a prelude. They’d gone from zero to sixty in under three seconds, and Magnus saw no signs of slowing down, didn’t matter that there was a proverbial brick wall in the distance.

He moaned, unable to help himself as he bore Trey’s weight, content to be pinned to the wall beneath his muscular body. He wanted to strip him bare and get intimately acquainted with every fucking inch, to—

“He’s gone,” someone said. “You can stop now.”

Magnus wanted to punch the fucker who spoke, because it caused Trey to pull away. The only saving grace was that Trey was sucking in air the same way Magnus was, those steel-blue eyes looked as rocked as he felt. He briefly considered explaining what had happened, why he’d inserted himself between him and Cyrus, but wasn’t sure it would do any good.

In his defense, his actions were altruistic. He’d done it to get the other guy to back off, because clearly Trey had been attempting to get away from him, and the man didn’t seem to be getting the hint.

What were friends for, right?

His good deed had backfired big-time because now that he’d been lip-locked with Trey, he wanted to explore it further, to see just what was behind that sexy, brooding exterior.

Someone cleared their throat and Magnus remembered where he was. It took effort, but he let his hand fall from Trey’s neck, pulling back so he could fill his oxygen-starved lungs.

“I need some air,” Trey finally said, stepping back.

“Trey. Wait.”

He didn’t, and Magnus wasn’t sure he should go after him. He managed to refrain, heading back