Page 169 of Tangled up in You

Cam nodded. “Sorry to interrupt, doll.”

Yeah. So was she.

CHAPTER 7

Archer stepped out of the bathroom, embarrassed and pissed off. Who he’d direct his anger at was anyone’s guess. Himself, mostly, because he interrupted an intimate moment, and he’d taken his eyes off Trent. Wyatt for leaving Sasha vulnerable—then again, neither Wyatt nor Sasha expected anyone, let alone Archer, to walk in on them. Then Trent entered Sasha’s room...

Fuck!

That motherfucker was laughing his ass off as he climbed the stairs, passing Brody and Julian on the way. Brody stared at Archer, confusion glinting in his green eyes. How did he explain to his best friend what he saw happening between Wyatt and Sasha? Was he even supposed to? He scrubbed his face and exhaled. Anything he said right then would’ve come out sounding horribly wrong.

“Well,” Cam said, shoulder bumping him. “That was fun. I don’t know if I’m turned on because she was wearing a strap on or because Wyatt was inside of her, filling her with his cum and we got to watch.”

He didn’t need a reminder. “Can we not?”

“Can we not, what?” Brody asked, joining them at the mouth of the small kitchenette. “Did someone scream or?”

Julian snorted on his way to the coffeepot, looking like some cat who ate the canary. “You boys are so naïve.”

“No one wants to hear comments from the peanut gallery,” Archer said. Bad enough, he knew Wyatt fucked the little twink’s mouth while they waited for the coffee to make. The jealous part of him wanted to rat the guy out and be the shoulder Sasha cried on. However, he resisted. Sasha and Wyatt trauma bonded. They had a deeper connection, different from her and Archer.

“Well,” Julian spun away from the counter, coffee mug in hand, not spilling a drop. “Just so you know, I tell the juiciest stories if you ever need a bedtime nightcap.”

Nope.

If Archer wanted the truth, he’d ask. No need in listening to gossip. Still, the glitter in Julian’s gaze as he ate up Archer, Cam, and Brody, said Julian had something he was dying to tell them while also eye fucking them.

“Thanks, but no thanks,” Brody muttered. “Maybe I’d be inclined to take you up on the offer if you weren’t trying to bang me and my friends.”

Julian pouted. “So unfair.”

“Life isn’t fair, sweetheart,” Cam said. “Go blow your bullshit up someone else’s ass. We’re not in the mood.”

Archer coughed to cover his chuckle.Asshole.“Look, Sasha isn’t doing well and...”

“She sounded like she was feeling fine a minute ago,” Julian tittered, smirking over the rim of his cup.

“I swear to fuck I am going to kill him when I see his fucking face again,” Wyatt snapped, storming out of the room he shared with Sasha. He came to an abrupt halt when he saw Julian. “Don’t you have a swamp you should be occupying.”

“Someone’s pissy,” Julian murmured, enjoying the drama.

“Fuck off, Julian,” Wyatt snapped.

Julian laughed as he exited the kitchen and went back upstairs. Wyatt didn’t face them. Instead, he busied himself by making another pot of coffee. Archer frowned. Someone needed to say something. Break the tension. It would be so easy to rip Wyatt apart, but it wasn’t Archer’s place to do so, nor was it Wyatt’s fault. Plus, doing so would mean admitting those long dormant feelings he had for Sasha had bubbled to the surface.

“I have a question,” Cam said, sauntering over to Wyatt and leaned against the counter.

Tension filled Wyatt’s shoulders. His wet hair hung in his face, though not enough Archer couldn’t see the crimson spreading across his cheeks. Everything he did was robotic. After blowing his load, he should have been relaxed. If anything, it was as if the scene Archer and the others walked in on was a figment of their imaginations. Not the real deal.

“I am honestly not the best company right now,” Wyatt whispered. “Sasha is, rightfully, upset. I guess I should be grateful she didn’t throw up again, but she’s staring out the window overlooking the garden tub, and I feel like I’m losing another partner. So, can we save the questions for some other day?”

“Shit,” Brody grunted. “We can talk to her.”

“She might be able to answer my questions anyway,” Cam added.

“If it means anything,” Archer said, “we didn’t mean to interrupt. I broke a boundary. I’m sorry.”

Wyatt waved him off. “I don’t think she’s upset with you. It’s Trent. All Trent.”

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