A Bid For Love

end of the booth where he can see us. Good thing we stuck the camera under the saddle before we went out to dance."
    "Maybe he thinks you're cute." God knows Asher did. He wanted to say so, but couldn't quite manage it. His walls and ramparts still existed; they just had great holes in them. "I gather, from the light in your eyes, you feel that gives you all sorts of reasons to be outrageous."
    "Well, within a bit of reason." Scott grinned against his lips. "Can't have Noah leaping the bar to haul us out and lecture us." Errant fingers strayed high up Asher's thigh under the table. "Can't help it if playing cowboys makes me hot as hell. And we are gonna play later, darling. Count on it."
    Asher threw his head back and laughed. When had he ever been propositioned so forcefully? Never! "I have no objection at all, my dear. I just had no idea you had this sort of fascination with cowboys. You missing life out on the range?" He shifted his leg, giving Scott better access to whatever he wanted, though he did have sense enough to issue a warning. "Don't give me too big a hard-on, sweetheart. I still need to be able to leap tables and chase down a bad guy."
    "Only if the deal goes down tonight. I'm betting it won't." Scott slowed both his kisses and his touch, quite likely working his hardest to torment Ryan Turnbull with a floor show the man wouldn't soon forget. Nor suspect it was a cover for surveillance. "He's been doing this too long to get sloppy. Your snitch Danny called while you were trying on shirts at the shop. Turnbull's a bigger player than we'd thought." Two of the pearl snaps on Asher's shirt surrendered to Scott's teeth. "But we'll keep him distracted enough he'll have a hard-on by the time his buyer gets here. He won't be thinking straight." A wicked chuckle vibrated against Asher's throat. "He won't be thinking straight anything, trust me."
    "I'm barely thinking straight." Asher bit his lip to keep from pushing Scott back against the booth and really giving Turnbull a show. "I'm constantly amazed that you feel better every time I touch you."
    "So do you, darlin'. God, you're gorgeous." Scott's tongue circled the mole on Asher's collarbone just once before the Texan pulled back, eyes bright and chest heaving. "I gotta stop and breathe, or I won't stop. And I really don't want us to end up on the front page of the Post for creating a public scandal."
    Asher nodded, breath stolen the instant Scott's tongue touched that mole. He'd never realized it was an erogenous zone. Or maybe it became one with Scott's fascination over it. He managed to force oxygen in and out of his lungs, snug jeans far too tight for the desire racing through him. "I doubt I'd have the least inclination to stop you."
    "Noah looking murderous yet? He's convinced I'm either going to corrupt you, or out you before you're ready." Scott grinned, pure mischief. "Go ahead and play it up, honey. Pretend he's my ex and was a real prick about dumping me."
    "Part of that won't take pretending. Noah is a prick. At least ninety-five percent of the time. And yes, I can see him being stupid enough to dump you. He's your best friend, but he's a moron where relationships are concerned." A week ago he'd never have said that to Scott. But now... Well, now he felt he could say just about anything to the other man. "And yes, he looks mad enough to beat us both. His face is about the color you accused this shirt of being."
    "Well, time to cement our cover a little more then." Scott picked up their drinks and raised his voice a little. "I'll go freshen our drinks, darlin'. Let him see what he's missing." A high-wattage grin settled into place as Scott tipped his hat and headed for the bar.
    Asher laughed and settled back in the booth, legs stretched out to ease some of the pressure on the hardness between his legs. Though watching Scott's ass as the Texan sauntered to the bar didn't help that. He sighed, happiness easing through him. Damn. That glory belonged to him. He grinned into Noah's glower before letting his gaze slide to Turnbull.
    He met the mark's eyes straight on, not at all surprised when the other man gave a tentative quirk of his head toward Scott.
    "Bad breakup with the bartender. Guy treated him like shit. He's having a great time reminding the ex of what he threw away." Asher raised his voice to a shout so Turnbull would hear.
    "Revenge is always sweet that way." Turnbull looked up suddenly, focused on someone near the entrance. "Looks like my