Page 121 of Hearts Storm

Please, girl. Like that’s going to help.

One last glance in the hallway mirror, and I cross the room to open the door.

Brex is holding a takeout bag in one hand and a six-pack of craft beer in the other while Logan hovers behind him. My stomach does a weird flip-flop at the sight of Brex’s easy smile and Logan’s brooding intensity.

“Hey, Pretty.” Brex’s eyes sweep over me with a familiar heat I’ve become all too familiar with. “Hope you like Thai.”

“I do.” I step aside to let them in.

Logan nods, giving me a small quirk of his lips as he steps inside, brushing his shoulder against mine, the scent of his woodsy cologne lingering as he takes off his shoes.

Brex makes himself at home, heading straight for the kitchen while Logan stands awkwardly in the living room, hands shoved in his pockets.

“I’ll grab some plates,” I say, trailing behind Brex.

The kitchen is cozy with Brex’s broad frame taking up most of the space as he unpacks containers of pad Thai, green curry, and spring rolls. The spicy aroma isn’t the only thing making my mouth water.

“Smells good.” I didn’t realize how hungry I was until the scent hit my nose.

“Yeah, well, I know what you like,” Brex answers with a wink that makes my cheeks warm.

I move over to the cabinet, pulling down three plates and grabbing a handful of forks from the drawer, my hands annoyingly twitchy as I set everything on the kitchen island.

Brex glances over his shoulder at Logan, who’s still hovering like he’s not sure what to do. “You gonna help or what?”

Rubbing a hand over the back of his neck, Logan grumbles, “Yeah, yeah.”

He grabs the six-pack Brex set on the counter and cracks open three bottles, sliding one toward me, and then Brex, before taking a long pull from his own.

“So,” I say, because someone has to break the silence. “What did you want to talk about?”

“Figured we should eat before we talk,” Brex says, spooning pad Thai onto his plate. “Can’t have a serious conversation on an empty stomach.”

My stomach knots. “Serious conversation?”

Logan sets his beer down. “We need to figure some things out, Rey. About the three of us.”

The gravel in his tone makes my pulse skitter and my clit pulse. I grab my plate and start loading it up, mostly to keep myself from crawling across the kitchen island and latching my mouth onto his.

I had plenty of time to think while I was cleaning. I know they both want me. That they like to share. Maybe they want to share me? I mean, they’ve offered it before, but Logan shut Brex down real quick. Has he changed his mind?

My head is spinning with every possible scenario.

Normally, I lose my appetite when I get stressed out, but I’m too hungry to give a shit right now. Whatever it is, it can’t be all bad. Right?

We settle around the kitchen island, me on one side, the two of them on the other. The stools creak under their weight as they sit, and I tuck one leg under me, trying to act casual even though my insides feel like they’re doing some kind of interpretive dance.

We fall into a weird silence, Brex digging into his pad Thai as Logan frowns into his chicken curry.

“So,” Brex says around a mouthful of noodles. “How was your pole class yesterday, Pretty? Looked like you had a full house.”

I blink, caught off guard by the sudden shift from silence to small talk. “Uh, yeah. It was good. It was a beginners class, so we kept it pretty basic.”

“Basic, huh?” His eyes twinkle as he takes a swig of his beer. “From what I could see, there was nothing basic about it.”

My skin flushes and my heart rate picks up as he rakes his gaze over me.

“The way you did that thing where you spin around the pole and your legs go all…” He lifts a hand in the air, spreading his fingers in a way I can only assume is meant to simulate a split. “It was so hot.”