Chapter 6

“Twentysomethings.” Chad smiled. His feelings about cheating on Brick or doing something that would jeopardize their relationship had diminished. Brick wanted this, and dammit, at this moment, Chad wanted this. Brick’s encouragement on the phone and hearing Brick get off on Chad and Tyler messing around eased any lasting insecurities he had.

“Come on,” Tyler said, laughing. He stood up, then bent slowly to grab Chad out of the pool. When he hoisted Chad, he threw him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Chad got a good, upside down view of Tyler’s ass.

“Grab my phone, will ya? And the bag, too.” Tyler slapped Chad’s calves, and Chad complied.

“Bedroom’s upstairs,” Chad said, trying to ignore the sudden rush of blood to his head. He momentarily lost sight of which direction they were going as Tyler walked back into the kitchen and grabbed from a towel.

“Basement, Tyler,” Brick corrected. “Take him to the basement.”