“Yeah.” Scott slid his hand up Adam’s thigh, squeezing playfully. “Why aren’t you in my pants right now?”
“You distracted me from the contents of your pants with all this talk of book-learnin’.” Adam stood and took Scott’s hand, pulling him up from the couch. “But I’ll be happy to help you out of them.”
Sasha led the way to the stairs. “There’s plenty to be learned from books. Why do you think I keep all my anatomy textbooks around?”
Scott leaned in and mock whispered in Adam’s ear, “Because they make good doorstops.”
As soon as they were in the bedroom—their bedroom—Adam pulled Scott against him and reached for his belt. Adam had tried to move into one of the spare bedrooms shortly after Sasha told him he could stay, but neither Scott nor Sasha were interested in that. Sasha threatene
