“I will,” he promised.
I held his gaze as I slid my hand over her neck and tipped her head back. The softest moan left her as I brushed my lips over hers, taking my time to taste her. To claim her.
Just enough to leave her breathless.
And to give Dallas an idea of what could be.
Now kiss,I wanted to say to both of them as I knocked their heads together.
“I’ll pack food up for you,” June said quickly.
“Perfect.”
Fingers crossed this little plan worked.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Dallas
This was a fucking disaster.
“Let me know how it goes,” Madi said. She leaned up on her tip toes and kissed me hard on the mouth. Hard enough, that for a split second, I forgot all my worries. But then, she was gone. “Good luck.”
She winked. Then slid past June, planted a kiss on her lips that made my cock twitch.
And left.
God. Fuck me. I watched her hips sway as she walked down the drive with her bag of leftovers. I couldn’t help but feel like I’d just been date-swapped.
Initially I worried that we’d driven her away, but she’d reassured both of us that she just wanted us to talk.
Given how fucking tense things had gotten, I had to agree with her.
June and I needed to work this out once and for all.
This wasn’t exactly how I’d planned date night to go. This morning, I’d fully believed I’d have Madi in my bed.
Now, I was pretty sure I’d have June’s knife in my heart.
So now it was just us.
The moment the front door shut, I caught June’s wrist. She spun around, meeting me toe to toe. Tension crackled between us as she glared at me.
Why did I feel like the worst person in the world? I felt like her own personal villain, except I still wasn’t sure why our kiss—the one where she’d yanked me toward her and told me to do it—was the origin story.
“What?” she hissed like a cornered cat.
“What do you meanwhat?” I growled. “You just pitched this wild ass idea without even talking to me.”
“And? You said yes, so what are you complaining about?”
“I . . .” I trailed off, not even sure where to begin. “June. This isn’t a regular arrangement. And?—”
“You don’t need to worry,” she said, her brows pulling together. “There’s nothing here between us. That much is clear. We’d just both be sharing Madi. Friends with benefits. A few weeks of hot and kinky sex. Easy.”
Every word was a knife to my gut, twisting further and further.
Nothing between us. And not only that,it was clear. Clear there’s nothing between us.Meanwhile, the last few months had been agonizing for me.
