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Moira’s nightgown matched the emerald green of her robe, while Emma had opted for a soft, utterly feminine pink. She looked positively edible and he wondered if their guests would be offended if he put Emma on the nearest flat surface and ate the hell out of her pussy. His cock ached and he bit back a curse at the sight of his pants stretching out, the thin fabric making it hard to fight the flush rising from his chest to his ears. Gritting his teeth, he tried to will his erection away, but that fucker was staying hard.
    The fact that he’d seen both women naked and knew what they sounded like when they came certainly didn’t help the situation.
    Moira squinted at him, then at his crotch, and burst out into a melodious peel of laughter. Next to Ryan, Justan flinched as if he’d been hit. Most likely in his paranoid and guarded heart. He almost felt sorry for his buddy if he’d decided to hang his star on Moira. That woman liked a degree of control in her life that Ryan couldn’t deal with. What he and Emma had, on the other hand, was…perfect.
    Case in point, the way Emma was giggling as she headed down the steps. At the sight of her footwear, pink high-heel shoes with some kind of fluffy feather shit at the toe, Ryan’s erection gave a renewed thrust against his pants. Still laughing, Emma came to him and smoothed her hands over Ryan’s cheeks, her gentle touch everything he’d ever wanted. She was overjoyed to see him — it was in her eyes as plain as day — but she was tired. It was that hint of weariness that made him aware that she hadn’t gotten much rest since the break-in and he pushed aside his own libido in favor of taking care of his woman.
    Where nothing else would work, the concern that filled him managed to soften his cock. Her needs came first, always. They both needed to hide away from the world for a while, just spend time together in peace and safety. He wanted to give her that, to provide a haven for her, a home. The importance of this moment sank into him, and he realized that he never planned to let Emma move out. As far as he was concerned, she was here to stay, and he’d do his best to convince her of this truth. So they weren’t just going up the steps and through the front door, they were taking a big step to truly becoming something permanent, something so important it made his legs weak.
    Well, it was either emotion making him weak or the mega-painkillers he’d downed in the truck on the way home. One of the two.
    She caught him before he stumbled and sighed. “Come on, big boy, let’s get you in bed.”
    Moira said something to Justan behind them with a for-sure hiss in her voice. A moment later Justan had her laughing, and Ryan hoped his friend knew what he was doing. Emma must have felt the same way because she sighed and whispered, “If those two get together we are in trouble .”
    His reply was lost as he stumbled over the threshold and grunted in pain as he lightly bumped the frame on his bad shoulder.
    “Fuck.”
    Emma’s distressed noise was drowned out by Justan yelling from behind them. “For fuck’s sake, Emma, you really gotta wear those crazy shoes?”
    Moira evidently didn’t care for Justan’s patronizing tone. “Little boy, she could kick your ass in those shoes.”
    “I’m sure she could. The question, mouche a mielle , is what you can do in them.”
    Ahh, shit. Justan was pulling out the big guns, the Cajun accent that he’d tried so hard to get rid of. Women’s panties tended to explode once he turned that Southern charm on. Moira’s little inhalation showed that she wasn’t immune to Justan on the hunt. Normally he’d ignore his friend’s wandering ways, but Moira was Emma’s best friend, and the last thing he wanted was for shit to be tense once Moira and Justan split. Not if they split, when they split. Justan’s possessive jealousy would put a quick end to any kind of relationship he could forge with the free-spirited Moira. Hell, Moira was