Free Dear Rose 3: Winter's Risk by Mechele Armstrong

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    He moved his arms around Quinn’s side until he reached the bottom of his shirt. Snagged the shirt from its position under Quinn’s jeans. Moving back, he tugged the shirt from Quinn’s body, exposing all the golden skin.
    Even looking over his shoulder, he could see the excellence that was Quinn. The muscular pecs. The golden smattering of hair that coated Quinn’s flat stomach and trim hips. He was a few shades lighter than Zach’s tanned skin, and the contrast was thrilling.
    Gorgeous.
    Josie would be lighter than him but darker than Quinn. She would fit between them in so many ways.
    He could see the bulge under Quinn’s pants where his erect cock pressed up against the confines. Soon it would be free. Soon both their cocks would be free. And Quinn would do a different type of dance.
    Zach hadn’t even gotten to the good stuff yet, and he wanted Quinn badly. The stuff he hadn’t gotten to see yet even when Quinn danced. They couldn’t get completely naked at Temples. There were laws that governed how much they could take off. Break those rules, and Temples could lose its liquor license, the kiss of death for a bar in this town.
    Just how big was Quinn? He couldn’t wait to find out.
    He brushed his hands over Quinn’s chest, just lightly touching all over. He found one nipple and teased it out from being flat. Pinched him hard. Quinn jerked before settling down. A squeeze on the other side earned a moan.
    “I always get what I want. I’m persuasive.” He tweaked both Quinn’s nipples at the same time.
    “I see that.” Quinn’s voice was a breathy whisper.
    “So you wearing a thong tonight?” He muttered the words against Quinn’s ear. That was what he wore at Rose’s revue.
    “Why don’t you find out?” Still breathy. Still hushed. But there was a firmness to those words. An issued challenge.
    “I intend to.” He’d find out a lot of things before this night was over. What Quinn was wearing under his jeans was the first thing. “I’m going to top you. I’m going to jerk you off. I’m going to fuck you.”
    “You talk a lot, Army Man. But I’m not seeing a lot of action.” Quinn leaned back against Zach’s body.
    Dammit but the man was mouthy. He lowered his hands down Quinn’s front to his jeans. Shifted his body so he was leaning over more and could reach. He undid the snap to Quinn’s jeans and unzipped them.
    Hair and skin revealed themselves with each centimeter the tab went down. An unforeseen event.
    “Commando.”
    “Yep.” Quinn’s voice didn’t sound as strangled as it had been. “Yep, I go that way much of the time.”
    Zach had to close his eyes against the humming in his head. All those times Quinn wasn’t dancing, he wore nothing under his pants.
    Zach should have pushed him. Should have found long before now what Quinn wore under those jeans. Maybe he should thank Rose. If she hadn’t told him Quinn was bisexual, he might have walked out when he found Josie and Quinn together. Would have figured he’d gotten what he deserved and so had Josie. A man who could love and want only her, as opposed to Zach, who always seemed to want more.
    He moved away from Quinn. “Take those off.” He wanted to see the full unveiling of Quinn’s thick cock. Wanted to see the clothes slide from his body, not at an angle but dead center.
    Quinn laughed and moved away. He placed his hands on his hips and slid them down alongside the part Zach wanted to see. “Take these old things off? Is that what you’re asking me?” He sounded teasing with lilted speech.
    “Yes.” What hoops would he make Zach go through to get him naked? Zach didn’t think they’d be fun.
    Quinn’s gaze met Zach’s. Full-on. Not evasive. No guilt. Nothing but desire. “Okay.” He began to shimmy, moving back and forth. And with each shake of his hips, he slid his pants farther down his legs.
    No rigmarole. Simple stripping. With a move he’d seen Quinn do before in Rose’s