Page 33 of Three Hearts Hideaway

“Of course it does. I’m crazy about you, if you haven’t noticed. I’d rather it be just me making you come night after night.” He ran his nose against her hair, breathing in her smell, reveling in the feel of her curls against his face. “But it doesn’t make me angry. You’ve been open about your desires. You played me the voice message. I’m not the kind of man who’s going to stand in the way of what you want.”

Finally, Ava began to relax once more against him. She tilted back and kissed the underside of his jaw. “And Logan is okay with this?”

“I’d venture to say after tonight, he’s more than okay with it.”

She squirmed in his arms. “You knew he was in the doorway watching us?”

He nodded against her head.

Her movement stilled. “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything.”

“Don’t apologize. It’s confusing for me. I imagine it’s confusing for you, too.”

“This isn’t going to wreck your friendship? I don’t want to get in the way of anything.”

“We’ve been friends for almost two decades. There’s not a lot we haven’t been through together—good and bad.”

“How did you two become friends?” Ava played with his fingers, intertwined with hers. “You two couldn’t be more different if you tried.”

“Logan relocated to Little Greenfield during his last year of high school. He’d already had a rough time with his dad leaving them years earlier. The scumbag racked up a huge gambling debt using Logan’s mom’s name. She worked multiple jobs for years trying to pay it off and finally couldn’t afford to live in Toronto any longer. So Little Greenfield became their new home. A small town has smaller prices.”

“I had no idea he went through that.”

“There’s more to the story, but that’s for Logan to tell. And for another time.” He cleared his throat. Thinking about what a jag Logan’s dad had been—and still was—always made his blood boil. “The kids at school were already in tight-knit groups. We’d been with each other for the past thirteen years, after all. Logan was guarded and sullen, not open to making friends. I sensed that he needed someone and reached out. It took a couple of tries, but eventually, he came around.”

“And that was the start of your beautiful friendship?” she teased.

“It was, indeed. We’ve been best friends ever since.”

She batted her long eyelashes at him. “Like a cute married couple.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He kissed her nose. “We’vebeen together long enough to be considered common-law. We’re abromance. If wedon’t find spouses by the time we’re forty, we should marry each other. We’ve heard it all.”

“So you’re comfortable with each other.” She said it like a fact, not a question.

“That’s right.”

“So if I go with Logan tomorrow, you’re both okay with it? It’s not going to turn into a he-man pissing contest?”

He chuckled. “Not at all, love.”

“Thank you, Roman. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve you.”

“I just want you to be happy.”

Roman pulled the comforter over them. He settled in with Ava curled snuggly against his chest. This felt right. Natural. Easy. He’d worry about their future after Logan took Ava out tomorrow. Right now, he wanted to be in the moment with Ava.

In his bed.

Together.

Chapter Eleven

LOGAN

Outside the B&B, Logan leaned against his limited edition Rocket 3R. The sun was high in the sky, beating down, warming the leather of his motorcycle’s black saddle. He knew he had to be on his A game today. Last night, Roman and Ava had fucked like animals. He’d heard them through his room’s closed door, all the way down the hall. And, of course, there was the watching.

That idiot Sebastian had made him so mad, he’d shut off the recording half-way through. The message was a road map to Ava’s sexual desires, but he wanted to discover them for himself. After listening to the first half, he understood enough of what she wanted to try. So what if he’d been using it to his advantage?

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