“There we are.” Mark’s lips skipped lower, to the first button of Gerry’s shirt. “That’s you starting to have some fun now, isn’t it?” It was almost a relief when Mark’s head blocked the view of Rebel’s, and almost more exciting to watch Mark work open the buttons with his lips and his teeth.
Gerry cleared his throat in an effort to make his voice work. “Watching you is always fun. Doesn’t matter where it is or what you’re doing.”
Mark lifted his head and kissed Gerry so hard that Gerry flinched in surprise. With one hand at the back of Gerry’s head, Mark tugged the rest of the shirt open with the other. “Clothes off, Fawn. I can’t wait anymore.” Mark stepped back and shrugged out of his jacket. He was still peeling off the shirt underneath it when he tapped Rebel’s shoulder. “Leave him be. And scoot out the way.”