Page 142 of Light My Fire

I laugh. “Okay, okay. There’s still two more games to play.”

Wyatt moves to stand right in front of me. He slides his hand up into my hair and tugs to tip my head back. He leans inand says, “Oh, there aresomany games to play. They don’t all happen in a bar, you know.”

He kisses me and my mind swirls with all the delicious possibilities of what games we could all get up to.

We proceed to the Skee-Ball game, order more drinks, and the laughing and teasing gets louder. They definitely all relax and I fall a little more in love with them all. Their smiles, the way they know each other so well and clearly love one another. They’re three completely different people but when we’re all together like this, I feel like their personalities combine into one perfect man.

Jackson is out of the Skee-Ball match-up pretty quickly, but he gives me a wink that tells me he did it on purpose. I kiss him as a consolation prize and he murmurs against my lips, “I’m the smartest of the bunch, actually. The less time I’m playing games, the more time I can make-out with my gorgeous girlfriend.”

I arch closer to him. “You make a very good point.”

Wyatt ends up winning the Skee-Ball game too, barely, and he turns to me with a huge grin. He strides over, picks me up and plants a kiss on my mouth.

Anyone watching us—and we’ve definitely drawn some attention—is either very clear that I’m here with all of them, or very confused.

“Can’t wait to see your pretty mouth wrapped around my cock,” Wyatt says, setting me back on my feet, but not giving me any space. He strokes my cheek. “Fuck, you’re going to look good on your knees for me.”

I shiver. “You’ll go easy on me?” I ask, my voice husky.

His thumb strokes over my jaw, his eyes on my mouth. “I don’t know about that,” he says. “But I promise to be sure you’re having a very good time.”

I smile. “I can live with that.”

“Let’s go.” Luke claps his hands. “Shuffleboard is next.” He hits me with a hot look. “And last.”

We pick up our glasses and move to one of the shuffleboard tables. Again, they flip a coin to decide the first two to play. It’s Luke and Jackson this time.

Wyatt pulls me up against him, wrapping his arms around me from behind.

“Are you having fun?” I ask, tucking my hands under his arms.

“Averygood time.” He kisses my temple. “Thanks for coming up with this.”

“I’m really glad.” I angle my head so I can look up at him. “I really want the four of us to be good. Together.”

He shifts back so he can meet my eyes. “I know.” He sighs. “They make you happy.”

I nod.

“And you make them happy.”

I smile. “I’m glad.” Then I have to ask, “Is that okay?”

He gives me a sweet smile. “How can I be surprised by any of that? They’re my best friends. Of course you’d fall in love with them. They’re amazing guys. And you’re incredible. Of course, my best friends are smart enough to fall for you.”

I squeeze his arm. “I didn’t expect this. But I like it. A lot.”

“I didn’t expect it either. But it feels good. And it saves me a lot of time telling my friends all about the cool girl I’m into.”

I laugh, feeling a deep sense of relief. I really care about these guys and I don’t want any of them upset.

Plus, I really want them all to come home with me tonight.

“Oh darn, I lost again,” Jackson says, moving close and pressing me into Wyatt.

I don’t mind being in the middle of this sandwich at all. With one hand around Jackson’s neck, I stretch the other up around Wyatt’s.

They both lean in to kiss my neck at the same time. I have two hands on my waist, two on my hips. I have one hard body behind me, one in front.

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