Page 36 of Pucking Tangled
Everything would change.
Hell, it already had because there was no more pretending. Mia knew their truths now.
And heaven help her, she couldn’t deny that she was curious about what it would be like.
She thought she knew where Luca stood. Did the other guys truly want all of her though? Not just physically. But all the pieces. The messy, complicated, sometimes dramatic and stubborn part of her. Did they all want her heart?
How the hell could she even begin to bring it up?
“Hey guys, so I heard you all like to fuck the same woman. How about me?”
No. That wouldn’t work. Because if Mia was going to go for it, it couldn’t be casual. Not with any of them. Shewasn’t wired that way. They would all have to agree to be all in. That meant Luca too.
And if Luca wasn’t interested in sharing?
Then Mia knew she’d have to walk away from all of them. For good.
A twinge of fear hit her in the chest.
An ache worse than any other break-up.
Thishadto work out.
Because Mia was already in too deep, and there was no way she’d survive saying goodbye.
FIFTEEN
Waylon
Waylon leanedagainst the kitchen counter, tapping his foot on the floor nervously while nursing his second cup of coffee because the first wasn’t nearly enough. He was the only one up this morning. Not unusual, but he was a little disappointed when he came in from his morning run and Mia didn’t greet him.
Funny how one could get used to someone’s presence after such a short amount of time.
He missed her at dinner, and hadn’t so much as ran into her in the passing after walking in on her yesterday.
That didn’t stop him from thinking about her all night.
The way her thighs clenched and her back arched. The deer-in-the-headlights look on her face when she’d been caught. How she whispered his name. And the confused expression in her eyes when he forced himself to walk away.
Every time he thought about it…about her…his dick hardened and his resolve slipped a little more.
Which was exactly why he should probably make his escape before she came looking for her caffeine fix.
He had a game to think about.
He didn’t need the distraction today.
It was too late for that though.
Mia shuffled into the kitchen in that damn hoodie she loved so much and the bootie shorts that did nothing to hide her full ass. If the dark circles under her eyes and her wild hair was any indication, she hadn’t slept well either.
He cleared his throat and set down his mug. “Morning.”
“Waylon,” she squeaked like she hadn’t noticed he was there.
Reaching over top of her, he pulled out a coffee cup and filled it for her. She hesitated as she took it from him, like she was afraid that he might bite her at any moment.
“Did you get any sleep last night?”
