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Hell, while I was examining all my damn feelings, I wanted Devan too. Just as much as the other two, maybe more, because he was so out of reach. He was aloof, but somehow it just made me want him more. I felt his eyes on me like a physical brand sometimes, and that shit was heady.
There was a knock at the door, and I buried my head under my pillow. “I’m sleeping,” I shouted into the mattress, and I heard the door squeak open.
Someone crept in and sat on the bed. I didn’t need to turn my head to know it was Rigby. I could smell his cologne. “You yell in your sleep then.”
I sighed, rolling to the side. I wasn’t a coward. “I kissed River.”
Rigby raised an eyebrow. “I know.”
Ugh. Why couldn’t he storm out of here in jealousy so I didn’t have to explain this next part? I tugged at my lip with my teeth. “This afternoon, we did something that could be construed as the start of something…” I sounded dumb. Maybe he gave oral sex to women willy-nilly, and I was about to come off as clingy. “I shouldn’t have kissed someone else before we’d talked about what that meant.” I winced.
He reached over and patted my arm comfortingly. “I don’t mind. I don’t own you.”
“Oh. Okay. I didn’t mean that I wanted things to be more exclusive or anything. You can, uh, do whatever you like with whoever too. I don’t own you either.” My cheeks flushed, and the very idea of Rigby kissing another woman made acid burn in my gut. “Glad we cleared this up. I am tired, though.” I turned my face back into the pillow so he couldn’t see me.
Rigby chuckled softly. “Come on, Fireball. That’s not what I meant. The guys are downstairs and I think it's time we all talked, don’t you?”
“No. I’m happy burying my head in the sand, thank you very much.” Arms wrapped around my torso, and he hefted me up and over his shoulder. “Rigby!”
“Come on, my little ostrich. Nothing was ever resolved by pretending it didn’t happen.”
I snorted, snatching up the baby monitor on the way past, despite hanging upside down. Rigby carried me easily, and honestly, there was a hindbrain part of me that just enjoyed that shit. The fact he could throw me around so easily was just… mmph.
We bounced down the stairs, and it wasn’t particularly comfortable, though his large hand was around my upper thigh, nice and close to some other parts that were feeling suddenly neglected.
Too quickly, he dropped me on the floor in the living room. River was pacing around, and Devan was sitting on the edge of the couch, his shoulders curled as his elbows rested on his knees. He raised his eyebrows at Rigby carting me around like a bag of wheat, but didn’t say anything. River looked at me, then at Rigby, then kept pacing.
“Does anyone want to fill me in about what’s going on?” Devan asked lightly, his eyes bouncing between us.
“It doesn’t matter—” Rigby started, but River interrupted.
“Like hell it doesn’t.”
Devan leaned back into the couch like he was watching a daytime soap opera. Okay, I guessed this was kinda on me.
“River kissed me.” I looked at the man in question. “I kissed him back. Some reporter took a photo.”
Devan looked surprised, but still kind of confused. “Well, that's interesting, but I don’t know why we’re having a house meeting about it. You’re both consenting adults—what’s the problem?”
My cheeks heated. Actually, my whole body felt like it was one huge blush. “The problem was that earlier, uh, Rigby and I, we, uh…”
“I ate her out in the kitchen,” Rigby finished, his mouth curled into a cocky smirk. I gave him the stink eye, but then looked down at the floor, unable to meet Devan or River’s gaze.
“Did you enjoy it?”
My eyes shot to Devan’s face. Surely he wasn’t talking to me? But he was staring right at me, his eyes molten.
I swallowed. “Uh, yes?”
He cocked his head to the side. “Would you do it again?”
I wanted to have some kind of fucking principles, but I couldn’t lie to Devan. So I hedged. “Look, I don’t want to create any drama here—”
Devan was in front of me in the blink of an eye. “Do you want to do it again, Nova? Would you let Rigby eat your pussy again, if he asked?”
I wanted to look at the other men in the room, but Devan’s eyes were like magnets. I couldn’t look away. “Yes,” I breathed.
He stepped closer, and I backed up a step. And then another, but Devan followed. “And River? Did you like his mouth on yours? If he pressed you up against this wall, his lips inches from yours, would you kiss him back? Let him tongue-fuck your mouth?”
