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Everything coalesced into a pinprick of a second, of now

Her body fired up against his, every inch of flesh seeking out his own, her handshis cock through his trousers, his back ainst the bare skin at the neckline of his shirt Soft curvesup her waist and ribcage to find a handful of breast, his thu a nipple that responded with a beaded hush, her breath hitching in her throat, a low purr like a gift as he kissed her, catching her lip between his teeth and breathing hard against her cheek One hand slid down her leg to slither back up her thigh, seeking –

"Ahe to pretend to be discreet Breaking away fro there, her hand in an "OK" gesture "This is how you don't take advantage of her?"

"Then I want hio down on et it," Krysta said, annoyed as she stepped between the two of the any," Lydia snickered

Mike stepped in "Why don't we get so on tiptoe, she whispered in his ear, "I know so I'd love to have in my mouth" A rush of blood to his face – and cock – o to Jeddy's," Krysta suggested Except it was an order; Mike could tell she was just about done with the two of them

"Jeddy's? God, I haven't been there inforever," he said Jeddy's was a Boston icon, a hangout where everyone practically lived after bar crawling More a college-crowd place this tied chefs, giving the menu a new lift that he liked As he recalled, their Boston Creanificent Jeddy's was absolutely, positively not the kind of dive Mike Bournham went to

Which made it perfect for Matt Jones

"Jeddy's!" Lydia cried, sprinting for the stairs

He guessed they were all going down

"Touch the balls, Lydia Touch the balls," the old waitress at Jeddy's croaked as he, Krysta and Lydia entered The place smelled likethe like a fool

"Grand at the wo Mike did a double take Hold on, Madge was Lydia’s grande and beyond e was – who didn't? She'd probably served hih bacon waffles to last a lifetihter, she pulled Lydia back, hands on her shoulders, and took two sniffs "Ah, God, Lydia you slared at Mike "What the hell have you done to ," he protested, hands up

"She did it to herself, Madge," Krysta said This was obviously a relationship that Mike didn’t quite understand, but he was quickly putting two and two together

"This," Lydia said, her hand slipping about his waist, ht, "this is Matt Matt Jones He’shi him in a way that woht now it felt a bit like being looked over by Voldemort himself She pursed her lips and cocked the out the other side of her mouth "I know you," she said

"Yeah, I’ve been in here a million times It’s kind of a Boston institution, you know?" he answered, hoping to God she didn’t realize who he really was Of all the times to have his cover blown, this sure wasn’t it, and this sure wasn’t the place

"Touch the balls," she said and reflexively he reached over and fondled the warlock's balls "There you go Now cohed and she, too, reached over and fondled the most over-touched piece of plastic on the planet other than, perhaps, the letters on Perez Hilton’s keyboard

His ht?"he asked Madge nodded curtly She didn’t even bother to grab lasses of water down on the chipped, Fore plastic contraptions that soed to persist well into the twenty-first century but that looked like soot six kinds of pie And all of it can co scoop of ice crea on what you want"

"I want both," Lydia de the e on to steal Mike's He didn't argue She needed the hydration To she would have one hell of a headache Too bad he couldn't wake up next to her toher between fine, cotton sheets, her nude body pressed against his, hands –

"You can have both, Lydia," Madge said, patting her on the head as if she were nine It h; the easy familiarity between the tas cute to watch He was still reeling froe – cranky old, bitter, dried-up Madge – was tender and sith Lydia, of all people

"Soyou guys – "

"Hold on there I’ot Peanut Butter Toffee Coffee Crunch Pie" Mike groaned "We’ve got Coconut Creaot boring, old Apple Pie with Cranberries and Lemon Glaze on top Boston Cream Pie, of course And then finally, we have a Key Lime Pie made with a crushed, flaked coconut crust"

"That’s five, Grandlass of water

"You’re right I can’t do o Five kinds of pie"

She took their orders, Mike opting for boring old Boston Crea in two pieces, one of the Chocolate Toffee Coffee thing and one Key Lian to pepper hireen?" she asked

"Yeah, why are your eyes so green?" When Lydia said it still sounded a little boozy, but when Krysta said it it sounded like an accusation froent

"They justare," he fumbled This was a question he wasn’t prepared to answer "Why are yours so brown?" he asked Krysta

"That’s a stupid question" He just stared at her, silent, his own volley obvious Sheher like hi Lydia hoh Jeddy’s was really unexpected