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Many years, in fact AJ hadn’t seen Rob since high school, and Conlon was the last person he’d expected to run into thisa pink towel

AJ studied his fored much over the years Rob was as tall as he’d been back then, with the same cropped haircut and scruffy facial hair Definitely h, and the full-sleeve tattoos were also new

"How’ve you been, , which he uneasily returned

"I’reat" As Rob took a step back, the joy he’d been eaze lowered to the towel slung around AJ’s hips, as if he’d just noticed the pinkhere?" Rob asked warily "Where’s my sister?"

Sister?

Oh crap Brett was Rob’s sister?

But a hasty examination of the other man’s face was all it took to spot the reseh while Rob’s features were sharply masculine, Brett’s were soft and delicate Not to mention that Rob Conlon was a frickin’ mountain compared to Brett’s pixie frame

"Seriously, where the hell is she?"

AJ was about to answer, but Brett’s calraceful feline, she sauntered out of the bedroo to her knees

AJ saw through her composed facade She’d clearly thrown her shirt on in a hurry--the da was inside out--and her hair was noticeably tousled from sleep…and other ers through that inky-black hairon it, too Hard

Before he could stop it, a parade of vividBrett’s lips wrapped around his cock

He had to will his lower body not to respond, because the last thing he needed was to spring a boner in front of Brett’s brother Christ That would go over like a punch to the face

A literal one,the one in question