Page 48 of Three Bossy Boyfriends
“Yes.”
“You seemed really happy about that.”
“I was. I am.” I wet my lips. How can a guy who spent all day outside on a work site smell so good?
Tucker puts his big hands on my shoulders. He makes me feel so small. And there’s that feeling of being protected again.
And maybe taken care of a little.
I try to ignore that last thought.
“Did you know that Evan is gay?” Tucker asks.
My brows rise. “Oh. Well, he’s bi. Obviously. And yes, I knew that.”
“Did you know he had feelings for Christopher?”
I can’t tell Tucker everything.
Can I?
Part of me thinks I could. And that’sridiculous. I cannottrust this guy. Never could.
“I had my suspicions,” I say.
“I’m really sorry.” He squeezes my shoulders and my belly clenches.
He runs his hands from my shoulders down my arms to my elbows and back up.
Damn, that feels really good. And hot. Not sexy hot, but his hands are temperature hot. And I can tell the rough skin of his palms catches a bit on the silky fabric of my blouse.
Damn, I bet those hands would feel good on bare skin.
Okay, his hands on me is sexy hot too.
“I know I’m probably the last person you’d want to talk to about this, or anything personal, but if you need to talk, or rant, or swear, or…throw some axes…I’m here for you.”
I laugh. “Why do I think you have actual axes and a place to throw them and you don’t mean a bar with that feature?”
He grins and, whoa. With his face this close to mine, that packs a punch.
“I do have actual axes and a place to throw them.”
Of course he does.
If it’s his house, I should take him up on that. And then maybe one thing could lead to another…
I shake my head. What am I doing? All of that is inappropriate when I have supposedly just been cheated on.
And when I want to have—and have fantasized about, in great detail—a threesome with the man who cheated on me and the man he cheated with.
“Evan is an idiot,” Tucker says, still rubbing my arms. His gaze drops to my lips and they start tingling. “I don’t know Christopher very well, and I obviously don’t play for that team, but I can’t imagine going from your bed to…anyone else.”
“Technically, we were in Evan’s bed,” I say softly.
“Yeah. Still.”
My enemy, my high school nemesis, the man I hate and have cursed, is trying to help me. Trying to comfort me. Trying to give me a pep talk.
