Page 67 of Bossy Mountain Daddies
Griff nods, a slight smirk playing at his lips. "Wasn't planned. We were playing some drinking game, and it just... happened."
"She took both of us," Buck adds, lowering his voice though the bar is empty. "At the same time."
The image forms instantly in my mind—Skye between them, her body taking both men at once. My cock stirs against my thigh, and I shift in my seat.
"She was fucking unbelievable," Griff continues, either oblivious to my discomfort or enjoying it. "The way she moved, the sounds she made..."
"The way she looked at us," Buck adds. "Like she couldn't get enough."
I take a deep breath, fighting the dueling urges to walk away from this conversation or demand every detail. "Sounds like you had a good time," I manage to say, my voice tight.
Buck's eyes narrow slightly, reading me too well. "You were with her the night before, right? You were at your place?"
I nod, not trusting myself to speak.
"So we're even," Griff says, clapping me on the shoulder. "Besides, it's what we all agreed. Her choice, no jealousy."
He's right, of course. That was our agreement. But hearing them talk about her like this—knowing they shared something I wasn't part of—stirs an unexpected possessiveness in me.
"You think she'd be up for all three of us sometime?" The question leaves my mouth before I can stop it.
Buck and Griff exchange a look.
"Abso-fucking-lutely," Buck says with conviction. "But obviously, we’d need to ask her."
"She was pretty adventurous last night," Griff adds, a hint of pride in his voice. "The way she handled both of us... I'd say she's game for more."
The front door swings open, and Vanna strides in with Loverboy trotting at her heels. She's wearing her usual—jeans, boots, and a T-shirt. Her copper hair is piled messily on top of her head.
"Well, well, the three musketeers deep in conversation," she says, eyebrows raised as she approaches our table. "What's got you boys looking so serious? And why did Skye just jog past me looking like she stepped out of a running magazine?"
"Business meeting," Griff says, tapping the ledger, and avoiding the question about Skye.
Vanna's eyes narrow, flicking between the three of us. "Uh-huh. And I'm the Queen of England." She sets her bag on the bar. "You were talking about her before I walked in, weren't you?"
We all clam up immediately. Buck suddenly finds the spreadsheet fascinating, Griff becomes intensely interested in his coffee, and I start straightening the papers in front of me.
"That's what I thought," Vanna says with a knowing smirk. "You know I'll find out what you morons were talking about. I always do." She snaps her fingers, and Loverboy sits obediently at her feet. "Actually, before you scatter like cockroaches under a flashlight, I want to show you something."
She heads to the bar and pours a small amount of draft beer into a glass. "Watch this."
We all stare as she deliberately pours a small puddle of beer onto the floor. Loverboy's nose twitches, and his ears perk up, but to my amazement, he stays put, just watching the beer with a mournful expression.
"Holy shit," Buck says, genuinely impressed. "How'd you manage that?"
Vanna beams with pride. "Several days of consistent training. Every time he went for beer, I made a loud noise and gave him a treat if he backed off. Then gradually reduced the treats and kept the noise. Now all I have to do is click my tongue." She demonstrates with a sharp clicking sound, and Loverboy looks up at her, clearly expecting a reward.
"That's impressive," I say, watching as she bends down to scratch behind his ears. "I figured his beer obsession was hardwired into his doggy DNA."
"Never underestimate the power of positive reinforcement," she says, producing a small treat from her pocket and feeding it to Loverboy. "Works on both dogsandmen."
Her eyes sweep across the three of us again, that knowing look back in place. "Speaking of which, whatever's going on with you three and Skye... just be careful. She's been through a lot."
"We know," Griff says, his voice softening. "We care about her."
Vanna studies him for a moment, then nods. "Good. Because if any of you hurt her, I'll personally cut your balls off." She smiles sweetly. "Now, who's going to clean up this beer?"
I grab a rag from behind the bar, relieved for the distraction. As I mop up the spilled beer, my mind circles back to the possibility of the four of us together—me, Skye, Buck, and Griff. The thought sends anticipation coursing through my entire body. It's something I wasn’t sure I’d ever do again. Until I met Skye. And now that the idea's planted itself in my head, it’s going to be hard to push it back out.
