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She wasn’t so short I’d have to bend myself in half to kiss her. And I’d be able to suck on her nipples while my dick was deep inside her. But not if she belonged to Lucas.
“Your woman wants me to fuck her. Did she tell you that?”
Yeah, I was a fucking tattletale, but if she was coming on to me, hard, then she wasn’t the woman for him and he needed to know that. Bros before hos, although she wasn’t a ho.
Lucas didn’t freak, only grinned. And his woman? She didn’t flinch or cower or even look guilty for propositioning her man’s best friend. Her cheeks may have gone pink, but it could have been from the cool air.
“I sent her,” he admitted.
He sent her. Huh?
“To fuck me,” I repeated to make sure I understood what was going on. “I don’t need a pity fuck. That’s just wrong.”
He closed his eyes for second, shook his head. “You’re an asshole.”
I knew that.
“Hailey isn’t here to pity fuck you. She’s here to get fucked by both of us. Together.”
Holy shit. Okay, so definitely a friends with benefits thing. Benefits for me, too.
My dick was rock hard and was pressing painfully against the zipper of my jeans.
“Why didn’t you say so?” I asked her on a growl as leaned the rifle against the house. I wasn’t just hard as a fucking rock, I was pissed, too.
Why? I had no idea.
Lucas had always talked about sharing a woman. Not a random hookup out for a wild ride, but a woman who mattered. A woman for us to keep. Together.
It had never happened, and I’d assumed it never would because it had always been fantasy.
Until now. Until it was a reality.
Holy fuck.
Not only did I come after her armed with a fucking rifle, but I’d called her a prostitute.
“I was trying to, but you wouldn’t let me,” she countered.
I shook my head, rubbed my beard again. Fuck, I’d been a total dick. Not my usual MO with women. While Lucas might be the sweeter one of the two of us, I was definitely more protective. Ridiculously protective. If a woman was with me, then she knew I was all in.
Not like my fuck-all father.
“Sorry about that. Like Lucas said, I really am an asshole.” I wasn’t sure if that would cut it, but what else was there to say?
They walked toward the house, Lucas’ arm still around her. She looked comfortable beside him. Content. Besides the fact that he wanted to share her—Hailey—with me, I was happy for him. It was one thing for him to mention her in a phone call, it was another to see them together, to see how… right they were.
Lucas had had such a shit time for so long, he deserved something good in his life. Being deployed to Afghanistan had been hell, and while he’d come out of it alive and with his body intact, he had demons. PTSD was a bitch, and he’d been one of the lucky ones, getting counseling and learning ways to cope. He wasn’t the same guy who’d left years ago. He was damaged, but he was getting better.
Hell, he was helping others. He knew what other vets were going through, what they needed to cope. With all his money—the Mills were the richest family in Cutthroat—he could have dicked around until he died. Instead, he’d created a non-profit that brought vets to Montana, running trips into the wilderness for therapy. Most of them left from my ranch and rode into the backcountry, using my horses. He’d started something good. Worked hard, busted his butt to give back.
Now, Lucas had Hailey.
He wanted to share her with me. No, she wanted to share herself with both of us. Talk about giving back.
“You’ve had a tough time lately,” she said, breaking me from my thoughts. “I can see why you’d be wary of people showing up.”
No shit. “It’s been difficult,” I agreed. “For Lucas especially.”
