Free Sandpipers' Secrets by Jade Archer

it was only a matter of time. This couldn’t go on. Something had to give. The only trouble was Brody was pretty sure it was going to be his mind.

    Finally, in frustration and disgust, Gus sent him out the back to clean the seals on the fridges and ‘get his fucking head on straight’ as the man so eloquently put it. Talk about the crappiest job Gus could possibly have come up with. It was obvious he had been saving it up for a special occasion when someone truly pissed him off. But to be honest, Brody was so relieved he could have kissed the irritable chef.
    Then again, maybe not. But Brody did leave the kitchen with a spring in his step, grateful for the opportunity to get out and tuck himself away in the quiet storage area out back. No one was likely to disturb him there. More to the point, Zak and Lark were hardly likely to find him. There was no real reason for them to venture back there, because the chefs did all the ordering and restocking.
    It was just a pity no one mentioned the details of the plan to whatever higher powers were on duty that day. Either that or they had a very sick sense of humour. Because as Brody hurried around the shelving in the cool, dark room, stacked high with supplies and ingredients, he almost ran straight into the very two men he was desperately trying to avoid.
    Zak had Lark pinned against the wall and was leaning down into him, ravaging his mouth in a deep, passionate kiss.
    “Oh, God! I’m sorry!” Brody stumbled backwards and tried to make a break for it. Not again!
    “No! Brody! Wait!” Lark called after him.
    For a moment Brody seriously considered ignoring him and running away as fast as his legs would go.
    But he knew he couldn’t do it. Firstly, because it was Lark that was calling him, and secondly because Zak would see him being a complete pussy.
    He took a deep breath and slowly turned around to face the other men.
    For a moment, he just looked between them—Lark small and pale, with his light blond hair in artful disarray and his bright, mischievous blue eyes studying him intensely, and Zak, taller, broader, darker and completely focused on him with those smouldering, pale green-brown eyes.
    Brody felt trapped and yet at the same time so very tempted. The way they looked at him…he felt wanted and desirable and yearned to just give himself over to them.
    “This is ridiculous,” Lark said, closing the distance between them and reaching out to run his hand lightly over Brody’s forearm.
    His touch left a trail of goosebumps, and Brody had to fight damn hard to suppress an appreciative shiver.
    “I like you, Brody. As in, I think you’re the hottest thing I’ve seen since I first laid eyes on Zak. And Zak likes you. As in, he pops wood every time he sees you and all but drools in your presence.”
    “Lark!” Zak protested.
    “I think you like us, too,” Lark whispered huskily, reaching down and very lightly running his hand up Brody’s hard shaft through his increasingly tight trousers.
    Brody’s cock throbbed in response to the other man’s touch, and he realised he was in danger of embarrassing himself by coming in his pants. Brody groaned softly at the delicious torture, unable to Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    make himself pull away.
    “Lark!” Zak repeated, this time stepping forward to intervene.
    A spike of fear shot through Brody. Not that Lark would get him off, but that Zak would make Lark stop.
    Before Zak could brush Lark’s hand away, or Brody could think better of it, Brody reached down to cover Lark’s hand with his own, pressing it against his cock and giving the caress just the right amount of pressure for him to thrust against.
    “Please,” Brody whimpered shamelessly. He closed his eyes to savour the sensation of Larks ministrations to his sensitive, throbbing shaft.
    After a few moments enjoying Lark’s hand, Brody blinked open his eyes and looked straight into Zak’s stunned face.