Page 42 of Three Hearts Hideaway

AVA

She sat in the living area, buttoning and unbuttoning the top of her floral blouse. Ink stained her left palm from her quick scrawls ofconfidence, subtle touches,andass-playon her relationships pro list at two in the morning.She’d scraped her hand through her hair so many times already, her curls were probably completely frazzled. Yeah, like ink stains and frizzy hair were her biggest problems right now. If only.

Last night was…there were no words. Logan left her speechless. They’d fucked until the early morning hours. Afterward, he’d taken care of her in such an intimate way that the mere thought of it made her stomach flutter.

He washed her body in the shower, lavishing her skin with his lips. Taking his time, he ran a towel across her. Drying her gently. Then he walked her to her bedroom and said goodnight with one of the most passionate kisses she’d ever experienced.

He’d invited her to stay in his room, sleep in his bed with him. But she couldn’t do that to Roman. Not when she didn’t know what the hell was going to happen between them all.

She laughed at herself. Like sleeping in Logan’s bed would be the thing that upset Roman. Like she didn’t just spend the night getting royally fucked and dominated by his best friend. Between the night with Logan and the previous night with Roman, she was beyond sore. The ache between her thighs was a severe reminder that the three of them needed to slow down and have a serious talk.

Which was why she’d been lingering in the living room since six in the morning, waiting for them both to start the day. Now the time read 7:02, and she swore she’d burned a few hundred calories from the amount of pacing and fidgeting she’d done.

When the concealed panel to the back house finally opened, and Roman and Logan walked in together, she let out a relieved sigh. They hadn’t killed each other. No one had a black eye or a busted jaw. No blood on them or their clothing.

Good.

That was a start.

“Morning,” she called, drawing their attention to her.

“Morning, love.” Roman sat close to her on the couch and placed a soft kiss against her lips.

Logan gave her a curt nod and joined them in the living room, hovering near the fireplace. He refused to make eye contact.

Great.

“So…” She cleared her throat. “We need to talk. All of us.”

Logan grunted his agreement, and Roman squeezed her knee.

“I’m going to be honest. I don’t know what’s happening between the three of us.” She turned toward Roman. “I slept with Logan last night.”

“I know.” The low vibration of his voice rumbled in the air.

“And how do you feel about that?”

“Well…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Being with him was my idea in the first place, wasn’t it? So while I’d love to keep you to myself, I’d be an idiot not to acknowledge the sparks flying between you two.”

She glanced at Logan. His face was a picture of composure with no discernible emotion or reaction to what they were saying.

“Logan—how do you feel about me being with Roman?”

“I’d rather it be only me fucking you, but I know that’s not what you want.”

Ava nodded, her knee bouncing. She placed her hand on it to steady the motion, but it didn’t help.

“Where do we go from here? Is this a one-time thing between us or?—?”

“No,” they both barked out.

Her head jerked back. “So you’re both cool with this?”

“I wouldn’t say he’scoolwith it.” Roman flicked his thumb in Logan’s direction. “But he’s coming around. He said he’d be willing to try.”

“Try? Try what? Did you already talk about this without me?”

Roman took her hands in his, and her leg stopped bouncing. Her body calmed when he touched her.

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