Free SinCityTryst by Kim Tiffany Page A

I just…closed my eyes to savor the
moment.”
    “Bullshit. The only thing that was missing was a
night-light.”
    Sean handed him a cold beer and watched Ethan take a long,
fortifying slug without replying. He decided to test the waters and see if his
friend was as far gone as he suspected.
    “I remember a time when Kimber was definitely your type,” he
said with deceptive casualness. “You liked ’em long and lean and giggly back
then.”
    Ethan grunted in response and stared down at his feet as
though he found them fascinating.
    “Seems your taste runs more towards chubby brunettes now.”
    Ethan’s head swiveled around, casual demeanor gone. “Watch
it, Sean,” he growled in a low voice.
    Ignoring the signs of impending doom, Sean continued. “Hey,
no offense! Some guys like a little meat on their women. I mean, Sara does have
an awesome set of…” He cupped and gestured with his hands, and waggled his
eyebrows in a lascivious manner.
    “Cut it out, goddammit.”
    “And that booty . I mean, if I had a paddle—”
    “ Shut the fuck up .” Ethan looked like an enraged
bull, ready to charge and gore him with relish. His voice was hard as granite,
his stance wide and aggressive. “Don’t talk about her like that.” His tone
brooked no argument.
    “Like what?” Sean asked with wide-eyed innocence,
deliberately baiting the tiger. “Oh, I don’t mean I’d ever make a move or
anything. I’m about to be a married man, after all. Plus, we’ve known Sara
forever. She’s practically one of the guys. But you gotta wonder, that body, in
the dark…”
    Ethan’s considerable bulk seemed to grow exponentially as he
pressed in until they were nose-to-nose. Sean observed his friend rippling with
suppressed fury, and tried not to show his glee. Ethan’s voice was still low,
but menacing enough to make Sean wince.
    “Brother, if you want to be able to walk down the aisle on
your wedding day,” he bit off harshly, “you won’t finish that sentence.” It
didn’t take a genius to see that Ethan was deadly serious.
    Their gazes locked, and Sean assessed the situation in his
nimble brain.
    Possessive, starry-eyed, ready to do damage to his best
friend before his wedding day…
    Huh. Ethan had it bad. Damn, this was going to be fun.
    But first, he had to make sure his friend didn’t take his
head off for no good reason. Sean quickly dropped the act and held both hands
up in supplication, his shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter. “It took
you long enough to admit it. Angie and I were beginning to lose hope.” He
smiled apologetically and shrugged, trying to coax him out of his incensed
state.
    “Don’t push me, Sean.” Ethan continued to glare at his
friend.
    “Ethan, I swear I was just messing with you,” Sean said with
a wry grin. “I think Sara is wonderful. And she’s all yours, buddy.”
    Ethan calmed by degrees, relaxing his stance when he
realized he’d been had. Flustered, he took a mock swing at Sean and cuffed him
in the back of the neck.
    “You’re a real dick, you know that,” he said gruffly, rubbing
his face with one hand and taking a swig from the forgotten longneck with the
other to hide his embarrassment.
    He flipped a chair backward and sat with his arms
overhanging the back, still somewhat sore from the sexual acrobatics earlier in
the evening and yet eager to go out, collect his woman and do it all over
again. Sean mimicked his motions and sat beside him.
    “So, what the hell are you doing here tonight?” Sean asked
with his usual directness. “Shouldn’t you be back in your room, fucking each other’s
brains out? Why haven’t you called her?”
    “I did. She’s not picking up. Keeps going to voicemail.”
    Sean made a thoughtful sound, and they both continued to
watch the dancing in silence.
    “Was it bad?” he ventured, causing Ethan to choke a little.
He didn’t need a manual to figure out what Sean meant.
    Images of Sara staring up at him beseechingly and