“Come for me,” he groaned beside her ear. “Come, Kass.”

She slid a hand between them to find her clit, taking care of herself. Yeah. Oh yeah. The low sounds coming from her throat were loud in his ear, but that was because she was right there, her mouth right beside his head, and he swallowed his own cries of pleasure as he poured himself into her.

“Jesus,” he gasped moments later. “Jesus.”

Kassidy’s hands gripped his back, holding herself up, and he released her and let her slide down till her feet touched the floor. He leaned his forehead on the door above her head, panting, her fingers digging into his flesh.

“Okay, now we can get ready,” he finally rasped, and she gave a choked laugh.

“God, Chris. I can’t believe we just did that.”

“Sssh.” He kissed her mouth. “I needed that.” Nothing better than fast, hard sex to relieve a little stress.

“Oh, me too. Me too.”

They moved apart, a little sweaty, semen leaking onto Kassidy’s thighs.

“Now I need a shower,” she complained, shoving her hair back. “And there’s no time.”

“Don’t shower,” he murmured. “You look good. And I want to smell you like this all night.”

Her eyes closed briefly. “God, Chris. You’re insatiable.”

“Hell yeah.”

“I can’t go out like this. I’ll have to wash up.” And she disappeared into the bathroom.

He followed her, because he needed to wash up too, and because—now that they lived together—he could. They both stripped off their clothes in the spacious bathroom, their naked bodies reflected back in the mirror lining the wall above the double sinks. Like a porn movie almost, Kassidy’s nude body a soft, curvy contrast to his darker-skinned, much bigger shape. He watched with interest as she ran water over a face cloth, poured some scented body soap onto it and washed herself. He did the same, cleaning his cock and balls, between his thighs, Kassidy’s eyes on him too.

“You are so fucking hot,” he said.

She smiled. “So are you.”

He started to get hard again and quickly rinsed with cold water. “I’ll get dressed.”

He heard her moving around in the bathroom as he found the narrow black pants he wanted to wear, shrugged into a white button-down shirt that he left loose, with the cuffs rolled back on his forearms.

“I’ll go wait with Dag,” he called to her from the bedroom door.

“Okay.”

He sauntered into the living room, a pretty good post-orgasmic buzz still flowing through his veins, to find Dag seated on the couch, a beer in his hands, staring out the window. Dag lifted his gaze to his and Chris blinked at the raw emotion blazing there before Dag schooled his features.

“Sorry, bud,” Chris said, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Kassidy will be ready in a few minutes.”

“Sure.” Dag pressed his lips together and gave a jerky nod, looking away from Chris.

Christ. His chest ached, his dick was a fucking steel rod, his mind a jumble of mixed-up thoughts. He’d heard everything, every goddamn moan and pant and thrust. They might have thought they were being quiet, but you couldn’t fuck up against a door without making noise.

Dag rubbed the back of his neck and drained his beer. So much for his plan not to drink much tonight so he could drive.

“So what all did she buy today?” Chris asked, moving across the room to look at all the shopping bags.

Who fucking cared? But Dag made himself smile and look up. “All kinds of shit,” he said. “She dragged me to Bed and Bath.”

Chris lifted a brow. “She dragged you? She said you had nothing better to do.”

Heat crawled up Dag’s cheeks. He tried to look casual. “Whatever.”

“I hate that store,” Chris said, apparently not even noticing Dag’s discomfort. He peeked into a bag. “Huh. Towels. We’ve got a million towels. We both had towels.”

Dag shrugged. “I guess you needed more.”

“What are these? They look like flag poles.”

“They’re curtain rods, dipshit. Get with it.”

Chris glanced at him and they both laughed. Some of the hot tension eased out of Dag and he rose to his feet. “Where should I put this?” He held up the empty bottle loosely by the neck.

“I’ll take it.”

Chris disappeared into the kitchen, and Dag heard Kassidy’s steps. He turned. She walked in, cheeks pink, eyes sparkling but otherwise looking all put together and sleek. Her dark hair hung in a silky curtain to her shoulders and she wore a short purple dress that draped over her slender body. Hot.

She tugged at the hem of the dress and bit her lip. “Damn, this dress is short.”

“It looks great.”

Her eyes met his. Her eyelashes fluttered and her cheeks got even pinker. “Thanks.”

“Hey, you’re ready.” Chris walked back in. “You look awesome, sweets. I just called a taxi.”

Dag didn’t mention that he’d intended to drive. Now he’d have to somehow get back here tomorrow to get his car. Dammit.

“Did you see what I got today?” Kassidy asked Chris.

“Towels. Why’d we need towels?”

She frowned. “Yours are about a hundred years old, all frayed and thin.”

“Oh.” And Chris’s eyes met Dag’s in a masculine exchange of “whatever”. They grinned.

“Let’s go wait outside,” Chris said. Kassidy picked up a little purse and walked ahead of them on sandals that consisted of a spiky heel and a couple of thin straps across the top of her foot. More hotness. Hell.

They walked into Kiss through a nearly invisible entrance at the end of a narrow alleyway just off Oak Street. A long staircase descended into a room lit with low red lighting from pot lights, antique light fixtures dripping with gilt and crystal, and candles everywhere, filling the air with a warm beeswax fragrance that mingled with expensive perfumes. People crowded the dance floor, moving to the drum beat of the DJ’s mix of bhangra and hip-hop.

“Looks like we’re the first ones here,” Chris said. “Let’s find a spot.” He led the way through the bar to several black leather and faux-leopard-skin sofas arranged in a small group around a low table.

Dag took in the eclectic surroundings, liking the cosmopolitan vibe of the place. Yeah, dammit, there were things about Chicago he missed. He sat on one of the black leather sofas, and Kassidy and Chris took a seat across from him.

“There’s Hailey,” Kassidy said. Dag shifted his gaze across the room to the artfully lit bar, with rows and rows of bottles stacked against the wall behind it glowing in the red lights. He searched for which bartender might be Kassidy’s sister, finally picking out a slender dark-haired woman in a constant whirl of movement, pouring, spinning, reaching for glasses. Her short dark hair was a spiky cap on her head, but even from here he could see the resemblance to Kassidy in her build, her graceful movements and the shape of her face.

A waitress clad in a short skintight black dress approached to take their drink order and Dag smiled up at her. She returned the smile with a wink as they ordered. Dag handed over a credit card so they could run a tab.

“Oh yeah, that reminds me,” Chris said. “You left without paying your bar bill this afternoon. You owe me fifty bucks.”

Dag looked at Chris, saw the glint in his eye and laughed. “I figured you wouldn’t mind picking up the tab.”

“For you and my girlfriend sitting and drinking all afternoon without me? Not fucking likely, buddy.”

Then they both laughed and shook their heads.

“There’s Jeff and Sara,” Kassidy said, waving a hand. Their friends began to arrive. Dag stood to greet the people he hadn’t seen for so long, with handshakes and hugs and smiles and questions. Everyone was finding a seat and milling around the area when Kassidy’s sister approached them.

“Hey, Kass,” she said. Her gaze narrowed in on Dag and he arched a brow and returned her smile. Again, he could see a family resemblance in the shape of her mouth and eyes, but Hailey’s face was thinner, her chin a little sharper, her eyes harder. Her smile held a hint of tartness instead of Kassidy’s sweetness. A silver stud pierced her left eyebrow and a diamond glittered on the side of her nose. “You must be Dag.”