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I focus on action rather than questions.
“Come in,” I say and before I lose my nerve, I grab the collar of Rhys’s Henley, tug him close, and drop a kiss to his lips.
He’s only taken by surprise for a slice of a second. There’s an oh, then a pleased murmur as I coast my lips across his. His hands come up to my face and he cups my cheeks, kissing me back with hungry lips. I taste scotch on his tongue and it mingles with the cedar of his cologne or maybe his soap.
He drags the pad of his thumb across my cheek. A zing shoots down my spine.
I break the kiss, and turn to Hollis to gauge his reaction. Does he truly like sharing me? And wow. The verdict is self-evident—the man looks downright satisfied. His blue eyes spark.
Hollis nods to the door. “Maybe I’ll just shut this now.”
“You do that,” Rhys says as Hollis closes it behind him, shutting out the rest of the house. Gavin’s the lone man out. A pang of missing digs into my chest. What is he doing right now? Is he reading? Working out? Listening to music? Watching a show? Does he know what we’re up to here in the corner bedroom? But the questions break apart as Rhys’s gaze drops to my mouth. “Need more of you. I’ve been wanting this for a long, long time.”
I go still even as my blood rushes hot. “You have?”
“Yes.” One word. An admission. A declaration.
Since he’s being patently honest, I ought to do the same, so I turn to Hollis. “Did you tell him why you got me the toy?”
“No.”
I asked Hollis not to say a word this morning. He honored my wish, and that means the world to me. But some secrets are meant to be shared.
“I want to tell him,” I say.
“It’s your call,” Hollis adds. “Always.”
It’s an easy call. I turn to Rhys who lifts a brow, wary, but intrigued. Sure, these two men may like to share women, but what if one guy gets to her first? Does that change the score?
Time to find out. “Hollis and I…we had some fun last night,” I begin, and Rhys’s curiosity burns off.
He steps back before he bites out, “You two were together?”
27
A FILTHY CHALLENGE
Rhys
I turn away from Briar, huffing out a sharp breath as small flames of envy crackle inside me.
Last night, they hooked up. Last night, she was with him. Last night, he touched her.
Dragging a hand through my hair, I try to get a better handle on this jealousy. I have no right to feel it, and yet I can’t help it as I think about Hollis and Briar.
What did they do? Did she wish I were there too? How did it happen? I’ve been wanting her for months, and he touched her first simply because he was here?
Then I replay my own thoughts.
Get a fucking grip, man.
This is foolish. I’d have scaled walls to get a chance to touch her too. A small laugh gusts past my lips.
Well, Hollis did scale a wall. He climbed up on the balcony to save her cat that very first night.
Perhaps he deserves the first touch. Better yet, maybe it isn’t about what we deserve, but what she wants. Right now, that’s both of us, and that’s what matters. She’s game to share. Hoarding her pleasure like a dragon with his gold won’t make Briar feel incredible. I take one deep breath then another, letting go of these selfish wishes to plant a flag and instead focus on her.
I imagine last night. Her arching, moaning, panting.
