Page 109 of Three Bossy Boyfriends
Christopher and I win.Of course we do. I rack up thirty-five points by myself and Christopher manages two bullseyes out of his throws. I’m actually impressed.
Evan and Finley end up with three bullseyes between the two of them,and two of them are Finley’s.
They don’t seem to care at all that they lost by a landslide.
For one, they’re giggling and flirting, being extremely touchy-feely despite the fact she showed up with me.
If any of the other patrons or employees of the bar notice, they’ve got to be wondering what the hell is going on.
As I watch Evan and Finley, I realize they also don’t mind us winning because this puts Christopher and I in charge for the rest of the night.
Exactly as Christopher planned.
I’ve seen all three of them often enough in the law firm's conference room to know that Christopher likes to call the shots.
And as each of the ax throws landed and moved us closer to the end of the contest and toward the moment of the night where we go from fun, flirty date to something else, I felt my anticipation, and yes, the heat in my veins, increasing.
Because I believe Christopher when he says that he’s going to let Finley be in charge of what happens. But I know that comes with caveats.
She’ll get to decide if she wants this at all. She’ll get to decide how much she can take, if she’s comfortable, if she’s getting what she needs. Other than that, I have a feeling Christopher is going to be very bossy.
And as surprising as I find it, I think Finley likes that.
Our girl is sassy and independent and mouthy, unless she’s getting exactly what she needs. When she feels safe and understood and taken care of, I think she could be downright sweet.
I look forward to finding out.
We gather around the round high-top table behind the lane Christopher and I used. New throwers are already moving into position, so we’re finished for the night.
At least at the bar.
“Okay, what’s next?” Finley asks, her eyes on Christopher.
She and Evan are across the table, his arm around her waist, his hand resting on her hip possessively.
Again, she showed up here withme. Now she’s standing between two other men, and there is now no doubt what they want from her.
Everything.
Christopher said they’re in love with her. This isn’t just about sex or a hot, kinky night.
“Well, Tucker was the highest scorer. I think he gets to decide where we go next,” Christopher says.
I look at him in surprise. I didn’t think he was going to give any of us many choices from here.
But I realize what he’s doing. He’s giving me another chance to see if I’m in or out on this thing. And not only is that decent ofhim, it’s a good idea. I need to be sure. This is kind of a huge step, and there could be major regrets.
I look across the table at Finley. She’s looking at me expectantly. Hopefully.
“We should go back to my place,” I say.
I’ve never shared a woman before. That is definitely not my M.O. So if I’m going to do something new like this, I like the idea of it being on my territory.
Finley’s bright smile tells me I made the right choice.
“Sounds good,” she says. She looks first at Evan and then at Christopher. “What do you say?”
Christopher reaches across the table and takes her hand, stroking the back of her knuckles with his thumb. “I’m going wherever you’re going to be. If that’s okay with you.”
