Page 115 of Light My Fire

“Don’t look at me like that.” Luke shakes his head at me. “You agreed to this.”

“I know I did. I just think you could be a little less…”Luke. He could be a little less Luke.

“No. There’s a reason she likes all three of us and it’s not because we’re the same guy three times over.” Luke takes a sip of his coffee. “She’s attracted to different things about each of us. Just remember that.”

I nod, not trusting myself to speak. I know he’s right.

Seeing Brooke happy is fucking everything.

But, damn. I don’t know. It’s still got me twisted up inside.

Jackson comes into the condo, laden down by brown bakery bags. “Breakfast is served, boys. Where’s Brooke, still sleeping?”

“She’s getting dressed,” Luke tells him.

As Jackson is pulling sandwiches out of the bags, Brooke comes into the room. She’s clearly rooted around in Jackson’s dresser because she’s wearing a baggy Chicago Bears T-shirt and a pair of loose basketball shorts that she’s rolled down the waistband on. Her cheeks are damp, like she splashed water on them, and she looks more alert than a few minutes ago.

Jackson lets out a growl of approval. “You look so damn hot in my clothes, baby girl.” He strides over to her and scoops her up in a big hug.

Brooke laughs softly. “I didn’t want to put my jeans on so early in the morning. I hope you don’t mind I went digging in your drawers.”

Jackson waggles his eyebrows. “You can rummage through my drawers any time.” He gives her a tender kiss. “How did you sleep?”

“Fantastic.” She reaches up and kisses him again. “You?”

It’s really weird that I’m watching the girl I’ve fallen in love with easily and happily kissing my best friend. The sex was one thing, but this is affectionate, caring. It’s definitely going to take some getting used to.

“Never better. I got some breakfast sandwiches if you’re hungry. I know you said you don’t usually eat breakfast, but you burned a lot of calories last night.” He gives her a grin.

Brooke blushes. “I’ll just have coffee, but thank you, Jackson.”

There it is again—I’m torn between pleasure at seeing her happy and a little bit of jealousy that it’s not directed at me. I really need to get a fucking grip on this or I’m going to mess this whole thing up.

That’s the last thing in the world I want because I cannot imagine my life without Brooke now.

“How is this going to work?” I blurt out. “Dating Brooke?”

I need clarity on who is doing what and when so I can work it all out in my head and get right with it.

The three of them look at me, all clearly startled.

“Well,” Brooke says, moistening her bottom lip with her tongue. “I’d like to spend time with you all, getting to know you. And I’d like to repeat last night.”

That makes my dick hard, but I refuse to be distracted. That’s too vague for me.

“Sounds great to me,” Jackson says.

Luke nods.

“But how specifically?” I insist. “I want solo time with you,” I tell Brooke. “Outside of the bedroom.”

I’d like solo time with her in the bedroom too but I sense I would get resistance on that right now. Brookereallyenjoyed herself the night before.

As we all did.

Brooke comes over to me and smiles. When she touches my cheek with the palm of her hand, stroking down my beard stubble, I feel like a damn cat turning toward the sun. I rub against her. I can’t help myself.

“I would love to date you and spend some solo time with you, Wyatt.”

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