BOOTS AND LACE
by Myla Jackson
“I can give you a boost.” Nick locked his fingers, cupped his hands and bent.
Cory stuck his foot in Nick’s hands and reached for the alarm. He could barely grasp it enough to unhook it from the old building’s high ceiling. “Got it.”
“Now, pull the old battery out and leave the rest hanging until you can get another battery. And hurry it up, will ya? My fingers are slipping.”
“Just a minute. The damned battery is being stubborn.”
“I’m serious, I’m about to drop you.” Nick swayed, his fingers slipping apart.
A knock on the door startled both men.
Nick lost his grip, Cory fell and both men landed on the floor as the door opened to the beautiful waitress from the Ugly Stick Saloon, wearing that breast-huggin white tank top, the shorter-than-short pair of jean cutoffs and bearing a tray filled with cheesy, gooey pizza.
She smiled, bent and scooped up both their towels, which had dropped loose when they’d fallen. Balancing the pizza tray with one hand and the towels looped over the other, she raised her eyebrows. “Having a little fun without me?”
Nick felt the heat rise from his chest into his face when he realized what this must look like. Cory lay draped across him in a highly suggestive position. At least he covered Nick’s privates from the woman’s view.
Cory laughed out loud. “Lacey, I wondered when you would show up. Kendall said you’d probably stop by to say hello.”
“Did she?” Lacey’s eyes narrowed. “What else did she say?”
Cory’s grin broadened. “She said to watch out that you were on the prowl.”
“She’s a bigmouth, but since I’m here…” She waggled her eyebrows, her gaze panning over both men’s groins. “Of course, if you’re gay, maybe you can let me watch, or I’ll pretend to be a boy and we can all have a little fun.”
Nick choked and jumped to his feet, his hands forming a fig leaf over his crotch.
Cory chortled. “Ah, Lacey, nothing like cutting to the chase. We were just trying to kill the smoke detector and fell.”
Lacey pouted. “Well, darn.” Her gaze went to Nick, sliding down his chest to where his hands covered his privates.
“Do you mind?” Nick held out his hand for a towel, the heat her gaze generated pooling in his groin.
“A shame to cover something so fine.” She grinned and tossed him the towel. “So, are you interested?”
In her? Hell yeah. She hadn’t been off his mind since he’d walked into the Ugly Stick Saloon earlier. Nick grabbed the towel and slung it around his hips.
Standing naked in front of her had thrown him off-balance and he wasn’t certain how to get back on an even keel. “I don’t know…”
“It’s a meat-lover’s pizza.” She stood there with her nipples puckered beneath the shirt, her brows raised in challenge. “Unless pizza’s not your thing…” She turned as if to leave, throwing a wink over her shoulder.
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