Three sets of eyes lock on me.
I take the whiskey the server sets down in front of me and tip it back before I continue. “We’re adults. It’s one weekend. It’ll be fine.”
Cole makes a thoughtful sound. “That is the tone of a man lying through his teeth.”
“I’m not lying.”
Cole lets out a laugh and points at me with his soda. “Bullshit. You've been into her for over a month now and already kissed her twice. No kid around, sharing a bed… You’ll crack.”
I don't bother informing him that I've also buried my cock so deep in her that I'm pretty sure the feeling of how hard she'd clenched around me will be stuck in my thoughts forever. He'll just use it against me. “You ever think about shutting the fuck up?”
“Not once,” he says cheerfully. “You stand no chance, by the way.”
Jackson leans back in his chair, looking deeply entertained now. “Oh, this is way more interesting than I thought.”
Wade blinks. “I genuinely did not know we were walking into this kind of weekend.”
“We’re not,” I say flatly. “Nothing is happening.”
Cole grins. “I’ll take that bet.”
I look at him. “There is no bet.”
“There is now.” He glances at Jackson. “Cash?”
Jackson nods immediately. “Cash.”
Wade lifts a hand. “Hang on, hang on. I'm confused. You brought her to Cole's two-year and you weren't even together?”
Cole sighs and leans back in his chair. “She’s his kid’s nanny and he’s desperate to fuck her. They’re both into each other, it’s a whole thing.”
“Oh my god,” I groan.
“You were definitely acting like you were with her,” Jackson says.
I look at Wade. “Please ignore them.”
Wade, incredibly, seems to consider this seriously before he shrugs. “Honestly, I’m with Gray. They’re adults. I'll join the bet against you two,” he says, turning his head toward Cole and Jackson.
Cole scoffs in mock disbelief. “Traitor.”
“I’m just saying,” Wade says, “one bed doesn’t mean they’re automatically ripping each other’s clothes off.”
Jackson sits back. “No, but the way they were looking at each other at Cole's place two weeks ago did.”
“It did not,” I say.
Cole points at me with his soda. “You are never this defensive unless we’re right.”
“I’m defensive because you’re idiots.”
“Mm.” Jackson lifts his beer. “I'll happily bet a thousand you sleep with her.”
I laugh once, harsh and humorless. “You’re out of your mind.”
Cole taps the table before fishing out his wallet. “I’ll match it.”
“This is pathetic.”
