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She stares at Tucker.
He looks up at her. Then grins. “Is the sweet, agreeable part over?”
She laughs. “It will probably last through a shower.”
She climbs off the bed and starts for the door, looking over her shoulder. “Who’s coming with me?”
Tucker looks at Evan. “You’re the after care guy, right?”
Evan pushes up from the bed. “We can all be that guy. Come on. I’ll show you what she likes.”
They follow Finley out of the room dutifully.
I grin.
I would too if I thought there was any chance the bathroom in this house had room for all four of us.
CHAPTER 39
Evan
We’re actually goingto make this work.
I’m not going to say I’m surprised. We’re all intelligent, mature people. If we want something, we can figure out how to make it happen.
But Iamhappy. Relieved. And very happy.
Keeping four people satisfied, all their needs met, making sure they’re all happy all the time will be a challenge—and is unrealistic, honestly—but I think the four of us can do it the majority of the time and can work through the times we fall short.
I step into the bathroom with Finley first, Tucker crowding in behind me.
It becomes instantly clear that the bathroom is barely big enough for all three of us, especially since Tucker takes up more space than the average man. And there is no way in hell we’re all going to fit in that shower. It’s a tub and shower, and it’s just big enough for one person.
“There’s no way in hell we’re all going to fit in that shower,” Tucker says. “Even if I liked Evan the way Christopher likes Evan.”
He grins at me, and I’m amazed by how easy he is about the sexual relationships all around.
Finley looks over from where she’s started the shower. She frowns. “Yeah, I think you’re right.”
“That’s fine,” I say. I’ll go back and cuddle Christopher. Maybe help him with that erection I felt against my back while Finley fucked Tucker. I move toward the door.
“Oh.”
I turn back. Finley looks disappointed.
“What?” Tucker asks.
“I just love when Evan washes my hair,” she says, almost shyly.
Okay, Finley Anderson being shy is fucking adorable.
Tucker gestures toward the shower. “Go ahead,” he says. He settles back against the counter.
“You sure?” I ask.
“Sure.”
He does, actually, seem sure.
