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The tears fucking poured out of her after that. She gave up holding the little swimsuit top against herself and swung her legs over my left thigh to place the entire side of her body against the front of me where she could lay her head against my chest.
“Did I manage to make it worse?” I asked, confused by the sobs.
“I don’t even know which of us is more fucked up anymore, J. That was the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me,” she said between all the crying.
“Then why are you —?”
“You called me a fucking parasite and it was still the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.”
CHAPTER FIFTY
trista
I couldn’t even believe that he just sat there patiently and held me until I got my shit back together long enough to stop myself from crying. It was an emotional blow for which I had not even been remotely prepared. I should’ve just told the man that I loved him too. I should’ve told him that I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d heard someone say those words to me. Having to sit there and realize that it was probably back when my father was alive had me in uncontrollable sobs.
Even though I couldn’t figure out how to tell him about the waves of emotions that were pulling me under, Jersey’s arms stayed locked around me until I’d stopped shaking; like he could feel what was happening even without my words to explain it. I never thought I’d be the kind of woman who would cry after sex. I never imagined Jersey would be the kind of man who could keep his mouth shut about a woman who did cry after sex, but he didn’t take the opportunity to make fun of me or even so much as laugh at me. That probably made me an even bigger asshole for not being able to tell him that I loved him too.
Once he’d tied my bikini top back into place and wrapped the towel around my body, he held my face in his hands just to kiss me another time. He was still an unstable disaster waiting to unleash chaos on someone. I was still an emotionally stunted mess who couldn’t figure out how to express what I felt. In that moment though, I was finally able to feel like I didn’t have to force any words out to try to fill the void that had been between us. For that brief walk back into his house, everything was simple and easy. I wanted him. He wanted me. We were both broken, and both okay with the other knowing it.
I could feel my face turn into a tomato to find all three of our housemates sitting together at the island when Jersey followed me into the kitchen.
“Listen, team,” Indy said. “I don’t want to make anyone terribly uncomfortable, but if you two just need someone to get things started between you again, I’m more than happy to volunteer to join you. I feel like maybe that would solve a lot of the tension that’s just been hanging in the air around this house.”
“You don’t want to make anyone terribly uncomfortable and that is what comes out of your mouth?” Utah asked and laughed.
“Did he just invite himself to fuck both of us?” Jersey asked and looked at me.
“I don’t think he was serious, J,” I said, knowing full well that he was absolutely serious.
“I’m going to need every other human in this house with a dick to move the fuck back out by the end of the day,” Jersey said.
“They don’t need your help, Indy,” Utah interjected, also realizing that Jersey’s mood was about to head south quickly.
“They don’t?” He asked. “Why do you know that?”
“Do we really have to discuss this right —?” Memphis tried to ask, only to be interrupted by Jersey.
“Baby boy caught the end of the show.”
“You got to see it?” Indy screeched. “And you didn’t think to say anything before this moment?”
“Why would I say any—?”
“Everything about this is disgusting,” Memphis interrupted. “Nobody is moving out, Jersey Boy. Nate has contracts out for all of us now. They’re posted absolutely everywhere. He’s not even keeping it within his own organization this time. Dead or alive for Indy, Utah, and Jersey. Alive for Trista and me.”
“What does he want with you?” Jersey asked Memphis.
“I don’t know,” she said quickly.
“Why are you lying?” Jersey pressed.
“Maybe a giant group session isn’t the best time to do this,” Utah said.
“I don’t think I was talking to you,” Jersey snapped. “I’m allowing your fucking Judge to continue breathing even after he suggested his own dick for my girl. I think you can sit there in fucking silence in exchange for that.”
Memphis and I both shifted to stand in the path between the two men when Utah stood from his chair after Jersey’s comment.
“You don’t have to like one another, guys, but we’re all stuck in this together for now,” Memphis said from behind me. “Until we can figure out how to undo these contracts, we’re all safer together.”
