Page 7 of My Ex-Best Friends

The memory seemed to pass over us and leave a tension that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I chewed on my lip and looked down at where Noah was still holding my hands. The heat from his hand seeped into my thigh and I felt an answering tingle between my legs.

I wondered if they were thinking about the same things as I was. The tree house we’d done it in had been a little too small and we were crammed in so tight that when Colt had taken my virginity Noah and Logan were both right there with me, kissing me and holding me. I’d never felt anything like it before or after. What probably should’ve been a night of debauchery ended up being the most loved and safe I’d ever felt in my life. That had been terrifying at eighteen and it was still terrifying nearly a decade later.

Logan cleared his throat when the silent tension stretched on for too long. “Maybe you should let someone else choose men for you.”

I snorted and just like that, the moment passed. Grinning, I pulled my hands from Noah’s and took another shot. “Who? Who’s going to choose a man for me?”

“Okay, maybe choosing a man for you would be weird but we should coach you on how to pick a good man.” He grinned back at me. “After all, two out of three of us are coaches now. Coaches of champion teams, by the way.”

“You thinkyou’regoing to coach me on how to choose a good man? Got a lot of experience in picking good men, Logan?” I laughed when he bumped me with his shoulder. “Congrats on playing ball good.”

“You’re a brat. Playing ball good? Really?” Noah looked over my head at Logan. “She clearly needs help.”

“I do not.” When they all stared back at me, I sighed. “Okay, I need help.”

“Okay.” Logan rubbed his hands together, looking a little too eager.

I sat up straighter and looked at the three of them. “No. I wasn’t being serious. You three aren’t going to coach me on how to choose a man. That’s weird. It’s weird, right?”

Colt leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, putting his face closer to mine. “If not us, then who?”

I let out a bark of laughter. “Anyone! Aunt Karlene! My mom! Literally anyone but the three of you.”

“Okay, I’m starting to be offended.” Standing up so he could pace, Noah put his hands on his hips and stared down at me. “We know you. It’s been a long time, but we know the basics. We’re decent men so we know what other decent men act like. We’re the perfect people to search out a man for you.”

I snorted. “Except for the fact that I’m pretty sure Colt hates me and you and Logan have every right to, as well. How do I know you won’t try to set me up with a serial killer? Just take me right out.”

Colt rolled his eyes. “Good to know you’re still dramatic as fuck.”

I threw my hands up. “Fine. Coach me. Teach me how to find a decent man. And remember, I’m only agreeing to this because I’m drunk and today was my wedding day.”

“Does that make sense?” Logan rubbed his jaw. “Pretty sure it doesn’t.”

“Just coach me, dammit.”

“Not here. We need to go to the bar.” He stood up and then looked at my outfit. “Okay, that’s not going to work.”

I nodded my head at Colt. “He’s insultingyourclothes.”

“He’s insulting the way you look in my clothes.”

I felt my lip threaten to stick out in a pout but caught it and reminded myself that it didn’t matter if Colt didn’t think I looked good in his clothes. I was just trying to make things less painful when we inevitably ran into each other around town. That’s the only reason I’d shown up at their doorstep. “I guess we’re not going to the bar, then, because that dress is the only item of clothing I have with me.”

Noah raised his brows. “We’re going.”

7

***Colt***

Fuck Noah and his brother. Without them I would’ve been spending a night at home, relaxing in my bed. The last place I wanted to be was the bar. Snake Eyes was a shitty bar on a good day and it didn’t have many good days. It was even worse that night because our long-lost best friend had returned home and was swaying around our table in a tiny dress that Noah’s brother had borrowed from his girlfriend. Apparently, Jace’s girlfriend was a lot shorter than Brooke. The red dress barely covered her ass and dipped damn near to her stomach in the front.

Brooke had filled out while away and I was pissed that I couldn’t help noticing. I didn’t want to trail my eyes over her full breasts and curvy ass and feel my cock harden. I wanted to feel nothing. I wanted her to go away and let me go back to pretending she didn’t exist. Fuck Logan and his forgiving heart. It felt like I was the only one out of the three of us that remembered what Brooke had done to us. Noah and Logan werelaughing and flirting with her like she hadn’t ghosted us like we weren’t her best friends.

“Him.” Brooke leaned against the table, her ass right in front of me, and pointed to a guy across the bar. “He looks nice.”

I snorted. “He’s a two-time felon. Jesus.”

Logan winced. “Yeah, little bunny, I don’t think you should ever pick another man in your life. You tend to go straight for the losers.”

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