Carlos gave Mike a look the next morning as they resumed demolishing their bathroom. “Yeah. I know.” Jules had gone home a while ago, after their hot night of ménage sex and a sexy breakfast. Mike swiped a hand across his forehead. “So…why didn’t we do anything?” “We did. You sucked my dick.” “I think she wanted more than that.” Mike sighed. “Yeah. It’s called delayed gratification. Something you know nothing about.” Carlos grinned. “I know about it. I just don’t like it.” “I know.” Mike chipped off another butt-ugly avocado green wall tile. “Once again, trust me on this. She was ready to dump my ass last night because she thought we were getting too serious.” “True.” Carlos used a crow bar to pry off the molding around the bathroom window. “We have to take it slow with her.” “I know, but I still don’t get it.” “We have to keep her wanting more. Make her stick around long enough to fall for us. She’ll stick around for sex.” His gut cramped a little at the thought that that was all Jules wanted.
