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Roarke just laughed. "Kinda was, but the type that happens because they wanted to get married before anyone can tell them no, not the kind that happens because she's pregnant."
"Then good for you," the bartender said before heading back to the other end of his bar.
"See?" Roarke asked. "That's how you're supposed to think about it. You just caught yourself one hell of a woman, and she's not about to stop you from sticking your dick in someone else." Then Roarke leaned in to cup the side of Thane's face, pulling his eyes away from Dahlia and on to him. "So enjoy it. Your wife is out there trying to make sure that she gets filled up on vitality so she won't kill you tonight. I'm starving, but don't trust you not to do something really fucking stupid. How do you think we should solve this little dilemma?"
Thane gently removed Roarke's hand from his face. "Still have no intention of fucking you, Roarke."
The black dog just smiled deviously. "Didn't think you would, but figured you might be willing to help me get a little snack." He tilted his head to the side, making Thane's eyes follow. "See the girl in the pink shirt? See how she's almost panting and can't take her eyes away from us? I'm willing to bet she has a little threesome fantasy."
"And?" Thane asked before taking another very long drink of his beer. That finished the first bottle, so he grabbed the second and repeated the process. "Did I just become your prop?"
"Accomplice." Roarke lifted one brow in an unspoken question. "Have to admit, putting your dick in her would keep your mind off who's putting their dick in Dahlia, right? Help your new cousin out and play along, Thane."
And just because he didn't know what else to do, Thane did. Turning to face Roarke, he pushed the guy back until Roarke was pinned between Thane and the bar. Then Thane leaned in, looming over the smaller man the way he normally did with Dahlia. After all, Roarke was clearly the less dangerous of the two eidolon, and Thane could fake it as well as anyone else.
Plus, if that girl liked the idea of little guy on guy action, then he was just giving his new friend an assist. Never mind that the idea of a little distraction felt like a damned good idea. Thane had no intention of pining away for Dahlia while she did her thing. He'd never had a threesome in his life. So, why not, right? What exactly did he have to lose?
And it was his wedding day. He was supposed to be having fun. This? It at least sounded better than moping around like his wife's little bitch. He'd just call it practicing this whole "open relationship" thing. And if Dahlia happened to get a little jealous?
Then it would end up as a win-win sort of thing.
ChapterSixteen
THANE
Roarke's eyes flared with excitement the moment Thane leaned over him. "And how far does this go, hunter?" he taunted.
Thane just leaned in until their faces were inches apart. "I'm not going to fuck you. I'm not about to kiss you. But I'm winging the shit out of this."
So Roarke slid his hand over Thane's chest. It was oddly erotic, in a taboo way. This must be what women felt like when guys were always pressuring them to make out with another girl. Thane certainly wasn't disgusted at the idea of gay men, but he also didn't have any interest. The appeal, however, was knowing that just behind him, some girl was getting her panties wet watching them. It made Thane feel sexy in a way he'd never experienced before.
But that was the theme of the day, wasn't it? Everything in his life had just become new, and rather than fight against it, he was doing his best to just roll with it. So, when Roarke grabbed a fistful of Thane's shirt and pulled him closer, Thane didn't try to resist. However, that didn't mean he expected his new friend to lean in and suck on his neck. Part of him was waiting for the pinch of teeth, knowing that was how they fed. The other part wanted to know if Dahlia was watching - and if so, did she approve?
He didn't get the chance to check. Roarke moved his mouth beside Thane's ear and whispered, "Incoming."
A split second later, the girl took the open spot Thane had just abandoned. "You know," she said, clearly talking to them while looking anywhere else she could, "this isn't a gay bar."
"Not gay," Roarke assured her before pushing Thane back playfully. "Came here looking for a girl tonight, but my... friend..." He smiled slyly. "He just crashed and burned. Was making sure he didn't feel left out."
She finally looked over, letting her eyes run over Roarke first, then Thane. "Well, you could always put a woman between you. Might keep you from getting your ass beat."
Which made Roarke turn to face her. "Volunteering?"
Because the girl was cute. She looked mixed race, but Thane couldn't be sure. He sucked at knowing those things, but she was a brunette. Her hair was wavy, her tits were amazing, and she had the kind of lips he loved. But watching Roarke turn on the charm, Thane realized that his new friend wasn't bad-looking either. None of the eidolon were, but Roarke was the kind of guy Thane would normally pick as a wingman. Fit enough and handsome enough to bring in the girls, but not so hot that he'd take the ones Thane wanted.
And the girl was clearly liking what she saw. "Oh, does that mean his ex is here?"
Immediately, Thane's eyes shifted across the dance floor, but Dahlia was no longer there. He scanned the crowd, looking for her red dress, and finally found her at the back, against the wall. The man she'd picked had an arm around her back and his tongue down her throat. That rush of jealousy flared up again, but this time he knew how to deal with it. What was good for the goose was good for the gander, and all that.
So Thane stepped closer to her. "Yeah, she's here, and she's making a show of groping her new guy. You wanna be a little revenge porn for the night?"
"Damn," Roarke murmured, sounding impressed.
Ignoring him, Thane moved into the girl. "I mean, you were volunteering, weren't you? Or do I need to buy you a drink first?"
But she tilted her face up, all but begging for a kiss with her posture, so he gave it. Grabbing the side of her face, he pulled her to him, and then plundered her mouth like he owned it. With each pass of his tongue, he moved closer, until their bodies were touching completely and she was melting into him. That didn't mean he missed Roarke moving around behind her.
Roarke's mouth found her neck. Thane's took control of her lips. The girl - whose name he didn't even know - gasped with excitement but made no move to push them off. Instead, she reached back to pull Roarke closer. For a split second, the guys' eyes met. Neither needed to say a thing. The agreement had just been made, and Thane felt like he had a little of that control back that he'd been missing only moments before.
