Cracker's POV
“Remember to use protection,” she grinned as I watched him coming up the stairs and on to the porch, playfully ruffling Max’s fur. He took the ball and threw it, making the dog yip happily as he took off to fetch it back.
“Oh, will do,” I replied, eyeing him like a stalker and not being the least bit sorry about it.
“Hey! Does he have a brother?” Grace asked, just as Steel entered though the door. “I could use a good rumble in the sheets myself--- No, Davis! Not in this lifetime!”
Damn, he looked so good! And the way he watched me, suddenly made me fell all kinds of overdressed, despite wearing nothing other than a black skirt and a laced bralette.
“He does,” I answered her question, eyeing the man in my living room with hungry eyes. “Several of them in fact.”
“Have fun
