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She shivered and closed her eyes. “I want that. Just because it’s sex for a reason doesn’t mean it can’t be good. I want good. I want to come like a river and scream the roof off. Like in my books.”
Wells groaned and tugged at his hair. “Yep, yep. So, do we start now?”
I saw Boone’s hand moving under the hem of her dress and raised my voice. “We do nothing until Memphis is sober.”
Boone growled but put his hand back on her knee. “I hate being a fucking gentleman.”
Memphis decided to test my patience and restraint by crawling off of Boone’s lap and straddling me. With her dress bunched around her hips, I could see the front of her lavender panties were soaked. She rested her hands on my shoulders and stretched forward to rub her cheek against mine. “I’m not too drunk, Remington.”
I gripped her ass and yanked her forward so her wet panties rubbed against my belt. I waited until she looked at me again to stop her from moving. “You’re drunk enough that our touching you would be wrong. We’ll drop you off at the guest house and talk about this again tomorrow.”
Her bottom lip poked out in the sweetest pout and I was a fucking sucker because I leaned forward and sucked that lip into my mouth for just long enough to rake my teeth over it and then let it go. Her eyes were twin forests on fire as she met mine. “Mean.”
“Rest knowing that when you’re sober, if you want to orgasm on my fingers, my face, my dick, I’ll be ready for you.” I met Boone’s gaze over her head as she tucked herself in under my chin. “We’ll all be ready for you.”
She rested her cheek against my chest and sighed. “Jeremy is going to get all the glory for this tonight.”
Wells grunted. “Jeremy?”
“My boyfriend.” She felt me stiffen under her and let out a low giggle. “You met him, Remington.”
“I think I’d fucking remember meeting your boy—are you talking about your vibrator?” I felt her shaking against me as she laughed and had to fight the urge to swat her ass. “That was mean.”
She was still giggling to herself when Jake pulled up outside of the guest house. “Thanks. Today was…interesting.”
I got out and lowered her to her feet, to Jake’s amusement. I kept my hands on her as he turned away to give us privacy. “Make sure this is what you want.”
She rolled her eyes at me and leaned back into the car to tell Wells and Boone goodbye. Then she tossed me one last look over her shoulder before walking into the house.
I waited until she was inside to slide back into my seat. Looking at my brothers, I shook my head and rubbed my face. “She’s a fucking brat.”
“And you’ve already got it bad.” Wells laughed. “You wanted to walk her to her door and sing her a song, didn’t you?”
I hit him and stared out the window. “This is probably a bad idea. All three of us fucking the same woman. What could go wrong?”
Boone grinned. “You’re asking the wrong questions, brother. The better question is what could go right?”
“She’s not what I was expecting when we decided to do this.” Wells pulled his phone out and stared at it again. “I’m going to paint this tonight. If I can’t have her, this will have to do. It’s going to take me some time to cut your ugly mug out of the picture and put mine in its place.”
“You cut me out and you’re no longer my brother.” I tried to redirect my thoughts back to work, but it was useless. “I’m going to get drunk on Don’s expensive liquor and pass the time the best way I know how.”
“Jacking off?” Boone grinned.
“Watching baseball, asshole.” Although, if I was being truthful, I was going to have to do something about the state of my dick. A cold shower or fucking my fist both sounded terrible, but I had to do something to ease the ache until I could have Memphis. “I’m also calling and cutting ties with Mrs. Hathe. She’s been calling persistently, despite my telling her that I’m fucking busy running a company. Her notes to my assistant said it’s important, but I don’t think that woman and I prioritize the same things as important. Doing this with Memphis this way means I can get rid of one more pest in my life.”
15.
***Memphis***
“You’rekidding!Ialways wanted to plant an all black flowerbed!” I sank into the grass next to Pete and pulled up a few weeds. “I saw someone online who grew a large bed of black irises and I was obsessed. Do you have pictures?”
Pete, an amazingly sweet man around my age, pulled out his phone and went through his pictures. “This is Henry.”
I pulled his phone closer to see the muscled hunk standing next to Pete at a parade, their arms around each other. I fanned myself and whistled. “You two are probably ruining women’s days everywhere you go.”
He laughed and scrolled through more pictures. “We both did push ups before taking that picture so we’d look a little sweaty and buff. Let me tell you, posting pictures to Instagram as a gay man in his early thirties is a full-time job. There’s no such thing as a candid photo. If one of my friends tagged me in a picture without my approval, I’d murder them. That’s how intense it is.”
I laid back in the grass and covered my eyes. “That sounds awful. I don’t have any of that stuff anymore. It’s nicer this way.”
