“It is,” I confirm. “If there’s any alcohol left? That’s a different story.”
He groans.
I laugh, blow him a kiss good-bye, then leave the pale yellow room.
Even in his present state, a short visit with Pops always makes me feel better. Too bad the feeling is short lived because when I walk outside, two men are guarding my car.
Fuck. How the hell did they find me?
I march straight for the driver’s side, hoping to avoid any and all confrontation. I don’t want anything to do with either of them.
Not after I found out who they work for and can guess why they’re in Newhaven Beach.
I hit the unlock button and look straight down, reaching for the door handle.
“Is that how it’s going to be?” Chase demands with his hip securely fastened to my driver’s side door.
“Please get off.” I jerk at the handle, but the door remains closed.
“Not until you talk to us,” he objects sternly. Obstante man.
“There’s nothing to say.”
“There’s a shitload to say, Jenn.”
“Look,” I put him in his place. “Last night was fun. Amazing even. But it’s over. You go your way, I’ll go mine.”
“Nope. Not gonna happen,” Shane contests, creeping closer behind me.
“Why?”
“Because last nightwasamazing. And we want it to happen again. With you. Over and over.”
“You’re out of your minds. It was a one-time deal.”
“Why?”
“Conflict of interest,” I seethe.
“Because Ty wants to buy you out?” Shane questions.
“Yes. And I’m not selling. Ever. I don’t need the two of you trying to weasel your way in so you can coax me, either.”
“We couldn’t care less if you sell to Ty or not. If you don’t want to, don’t. All we care about is being with you.”
“Why?” I blink rapidly, taken back.
“Because last night was something special. We had a connection. Don’t tell me you didn’t feel it.”
I clench my jaw, trying to deny it. But Shane’s right; we did have a connection. All three of us. But exploring anything with them is a terrible fucking idea.
“Why do you want to pursue this?” I pose the question to both of them. “You have each other. What do you need me for?”
They each inch closer. "We need you because Chase doesn’t have these." Shane reaches around and cups my breast assertively.
“And Shane doesn’t have this.” I inhale sharply as Chase palms the apex of my thighs. “We like the feel of a woman between us. We like her sweet lips and her seductive curves, and her tight, wet pussy.” Chase applies more pressure with the heel of his hand, grinding against my clit. My very tingly, ticklish, traitorous clit.
I pant lightly as they grope me in broad daylight.
