"Lover At Last" - читать интересную книгу автора (Ward, J.R.)

тАЬAnd here I thought we were going to toast marshmallows,тАЭ Tohr said. тАЬJohn? Blay? Get over here.тАЭ

The four of them lined up shoulder-to-shoulder between the sets of tires and dug in with their boots, locking their positions in the snow. Four sets of hands palmed the panels; four bodies leaned into the ready; four pairs of shoulders tightened up.

A single voice, TohrтАЩs, counted it out. тАЬOn three. One. Two. ThreeтАФтАЭ

The Hummer had already had a bad night, and this right-the-wrong thing made it groan so loudly that an owl was flushed across the road and a pair of deer took flight on bounding hooves through the trees.

Then again, the SUV wasnтАЩt the only one cursing. Everybody was going George Carlin under the deadweight as they worked to pry free gravityтАЩs hold on all that steel. The laws of physics were possessive, however, and as BlayтАЩs body strained, all his muscles tightening against his bones, he turned his head and shifted his gripтАФ

He was standing next to Qhuinn. Right beside the guy.

QhuinnтАЩs eyes were focused straight ahead, his lips peeled back from his fangs, his fierce expression the result of total anatomical effortтАж.

It was close to what he looked like when he came.

Holy inappropriateness, Batman. And too bad that fact did nothing to change his thought pattern.

The trouble was, Blay knew from firsthand experience what an orgasm did to the guyтАФalthough not because he was one of the cast of thousands whoтАЩd been a recipient. Oh, no. Never that. God for-fucking-bid the guy whoтАЩd stick his dick in anything that breathedтАФand maybe some inanimate objectsтАФwould ever do Blay.

Yeah, because that discerning sexual palate, which had led to Qhuinn balling everything in Caldwell between the ages of twenty and twenty-eight, had filtered Blay out of the fuck pool.

тАЬSheтАЩsтАжstarting to moveтАжтАЭ Tohr gritted. тАЬGet under her!тАЭ

Blay and Qhuinn snapped into action, releasing their holds, crouching down, shoving their shoulders under the lip of the roof. Facing each other, their eyes met as breath exploded out of their mouths, their thighs going into action, their bodies pitted in a war against all that cold, hard weightтАФthat happened be slippery thanks to the snow.

Their added power was the turning pointтАФliterally. An axis formed on the opposite tires, and the HummerтАЩs four-ton burden started shifted on them, getting lighter and lighterтАФ

Why the hell was Qhuinn looking at him like that?

Those eyes, that pair of blue and green, were locked on BlayтАЩsтАФand they were not moving.

Maybe it was just concentrationтАФlike, he was actually focused only on the two inches in front of his face and Blay just happened to be on the far side of that.

Had to beтАж

тАЬEasy, boys!тАЭ Tohr called out. тАЬOr weтАЩll flip the damn thing all the way over again!тАЭ

Blay let up on the graft, and there was a moment of suspension, a split second where the impossible happened, where an eight-thousand-pound SUV balanced perfectly on the edge of two tires, where what had been excruciating becameтАжexhilarating.

And still Qhuinn stared at him.

As the Hummer landed with a bounce on all fours, Blay frowned and turned away. When he glanced backтАжQhuinnтАЩs eyes were exactly where they had been.

Blay leaned in and hissed, тАЬWhat?тАЭ

Before there was any kind of answer, Tohr went over and opened the SUVтАЩs side door. The smell of fresh blood floated over on the breeze. тАЬMan, even if this isnтАЩt totaled, IтАЩm not sure youтАЩre going to want it back. Cleanup in here is going to be a bitch.тАЭ

Qhuinn didnтАЩt respond, seeming to have forgotten all about the Allstate Mayhem commercial his SUV was living out. He just stood there, staring at Blay.