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She pressed a hand to her heart and sighed. Lord, she was in trouble.
* * *
“She’s late.”
“She’s not late.”
“She’s probably not coming.”
Drake smirked. “If she shows up here, she’s definitely coming.”
Colt hopped down off of Misty and ran an absent hand down her flank. “I had a feeling she’s still pissed about yesterday.”
“Oh yeah? What tipped you off? When she was bent over screaming when I nailed her on the porch or when she was sucking your dick?”
Both moments were seared in his memory. Paige was the best lover he’d ever had, by far. She was inventive and so responsive that a look from him—from either of them—could set her motor running. When it was the three of them, naked and sweaty, magic happened. Not just of the climax variety, though that was pretty spectacular too. But they laughed together. Jesus, they laughed. If he wanted to talk to someone or just kill a couple of hours in companionable silence, now he had Paige to turn to as well as Colt. That was a kind of miracle.
He wasn’t in any hurry for it to end.
“Sex doesn’t fix everything,” Colt said. “I hurt her feelings.”
“Yeah, so what else is new?” Drake reached out to pat Misty’s side. Colt had taken her on a brisk run around the paddock, but she was still raring to go.
“I didn’t mean to. I didn’t even think.”
Drake nearly repeated his last question, then decided silence might be a kinder response. Even Colt deserved an out now and then.
“I’m not used to this kind of thing. Having a relationship again.” He tipped his head against Misty and she gave him a baleful glance. “It’s been a damn long time, and I’m rusty.”
“Is that what we’re having?” Drake asked carefully. “A relationship?”
Colt shrugged. “Isn’t it?”
“Normally that’s not a word you use without getting hives.”
His buddy tugged up his shirt and took a quick glance at his washboard abs. “Nope. No hives yet,” he said, letting it drop with a grin.
Drake swallowed a groan. Christ, did he have to do stuff like that all the time?
Of course he did, because he obviously still didn’t get that Drake wasn’t just turned on by Paige’s curves. He was also aroused as fuck by all Colt’s muscles and lines. And maybe it was time for him to amp things up a bit and make that clearer.
Paige was on her way, and that would be the perfect opportunity for him to show his lovers how much he wanted them. And if Colt bolted, well, he’d just have to learn to live with it.
He couldn’t keep hiding his needs. God knows he’d tried. But every time they took turns fucking Paige and their dicks rubbed too close, or Colt’s mouth slid too near to his own and he couldn’t lean forward and take a bite of his full lower lip, it felt like more of him chipped away. He didn’t want to be made a liar by anyone—especially himself.
The only thing he wanted almost as much was not to ruin the absolutely amazing thing they had going. But dammit, he’d only be successful at hiding his true nature for so long. He adored Paige and couldn’t be more attracted to her if he tried. The same went for Colt, who he loved and wanted to make love to.
He wanted to make love to both of them, and to know they were both fully on board, with him and each other.
Hello, fairytale. He snorted. Christ, next he’d start hoping Sleeping Beauty was a true story.
“Yeah,” Drake said quietly, turning at the telltale sound of wheels crunching over the gravel driveway. “I guess it is a relationship.”
Whether it would still be one by the end of the night, he just didn’t know.
9
Something was off with Drake.
