Page 153 of Pucking Tangled
“Dibs on the leather chaise,” Casey said, flopping down dramatically. “I’m christening it with leftover kolache crumbs and my unmatched charm.”
Waylon walked back into the room and opened a drawer on the side table next to where Casey was sitting. “Yep. Condoms. Lube. Feather tickler. Whoever owns this place understood the assignment.”
“Is that a safe word card on the coffee table?” Owen asked, his tone amused.
Luca let out a long sigh and laid flat on the velvet couch. “I give up.”
Waylon grinned, then flopped downbeside him. “Honestly? Best mistake you’ve ever made. We should stay in adult playgrounds like this from now on.”
“I just wanted a place with enough beds.”
“Thereareenough beds,” Owen said. “Or at least enough bed-like surfaces.”
The guys turned toward the sound of Mia’s voice. “So… we gonna pretend like we’re not allvery awareof the sexual tension in this cabin, or…?”
She leaned against the wall, dressed in nothing but her bra and panties. Barefoot with her hair down, she looked like a fucking goddess waiting to be devoured.
Casey snorted. “Mia, baby, there are edible massage oils in the mini fridge.”
Waylon sat up a little straighter. “And from the looks of things a waterproof deck couch.”
Mia raised a brow. “Should we make a game out of who finds the kinkiest item?”
Luca groaned into his hands again. “This is not how I envisioned this trip. But now I know why it came with a complimentary wine tasting and tour.”
They laughed—Waylon the loudest. Because this right here? Between Luca’s innocence and incidental mishaps, these were the kind of situations theythrivedin. It was what made their relationship fun and unique. There was never a dull moment when they were involved.
Waylon stood and toed off his shoes, dropped his pants and pulled his shirt over his head. “Let’s see what kind of trouble this place gets us into.”
“Fuck yes,” Owen growled, not even hesitating to strip down.
Luca pushed up onto his elbows, and Waylon noticed he watched both him and Owen with curious hunger in his eyes.
Waylon had always been good at reading people. On the ice. In a crowd. In bed.
And now, based on the expression on his young teammate’s face, something told Waylon there was more to Luca claiming to love all of them. Something that looked a hell of a lot like desire.
Interesting.
Waylon would most certainly be exploring that more, later.
But first, he needed to put hands on their woman.
“Get over here, Mia,” Waylon growled.
She started to walk toward him.
“Wait. Get on your knees and crawl,” he said, his voice cracking with desire.
“What?” Luca looked at him, confused.
“She heard me,” Waylon said, looking at the other man, before reverting his gaze back to Mia.
Like the perfect submissive she could sometimes be, she fell to her knees and crawled to him, stopping only when she was directly in front of him.
“Luca, Casey, naked. Now,” Owen commanded from his post near Casey.
Waylon spared them a momentary glance as they hurried to their feet and stripped out of their clothes.
