Page 84 of A Little Bit Reckless
She was naked between Wells and me.
At some point, the three of us fell asleep in Bow’s bed. We’d fucked, butfuckingdefinitely wasn’t the term for it.
Love. It was pure and unquestionable. I was in love with not one but two people, and they were in love with me.
It was crazy.
It was crazy and amazing and exciting. I hadn’t been thinking. I dropped all the bullshit. I dropped all the logic, and Wells certainly had. He’d obviously been fighting his desire for not just Bow but me as well.
He hadn’t done that last night. Honestly, I wasn’t even sure if it was last night or morning. Time seemed to exist in a vacuum, but it sped up when Thatcher Reed shouted in Bow’s bedroom. He’d been the one to wake me up initially, made Bow scream, and now, he was reaching for Wells with a fire in his eyes.
Shit.
Bow did what she could to cover herself. She was obviously naked, and that hadn’t been the objective when Wells and I asked to meet her. We’d just wanted to talk to her.
When I texted Wells about figuring things out with Bow, a lot had come up before we wrapped up the thread. One of those things was how Wells had shared his concerns about Bow losing her virginity, and after listening, I felt the same. I didn’t know who she lost her virginity to, but that was none of my business. I was concerned though after Wells had explained how he’d gone out of his way to blackball her for years. All of that made sense now after I overheard what was said at the Vesperton between them. It was shitty, but at least I understood where his head had been for all those years. Wells obviously had deep feelings for Bow, and after overhearing how much he hated himself, I knew why he hurt her.
I also knew why he denied me.
Wells Ambrose didn’t feel like he was worthy of being loved and last night had been all of us breaking down our walls. It’d been emotional, but it all felt like it was long overdue. The three of us loved each other, and we definitely hadn’t been thinking about anyone else. We definitely hadn’t been thinking aboutThatcher, and though I definitely didn’t regret making love to his sister, Wells and I had snuck around with her.
Bow was covered beneath the comforter, but I let her have what was covering me to make sure. Regardless, Thatcher wasn’t paying attention to either of us. He had his sight set on Wells. I assumed Wells had also been woken up. His hair was all over the place, and Bow had been sleeping on him. He had his arm around her and his other hand had been in mine. I’d been holding her too. I’d been holding both of them, but that connection obviously severed when Thatcher shoved Wells to the floor. Naked, Wells clipped an end table on the way and a decorative vase fell off and shattered on the floor.
That made Bow scream again, her face red as she shouted at Thatcher to stop. Her brother had his fist drawn, but Wells was quick.
“Thatch, wait!” Wells called, his hand up, but he wasn’t about to let Thatcher get a piece of him. Swift, Wells evaded a right hook, and coming from Thatcher Reed, that would have sent a dude fucking flying. Wells grabbed a pillow. This allowed him to cover himself, but he still kept a hand up. “Bro?—”
“You’re not my fuckingbro.You’re not…” Thatcher eyed his sister who was covered, but still naked on the bed. He had his coat and shoes on like he’d just come from outside, his face beet red.
I was sure my presence with his sister didn’t help.
Bow held on to me. I had an arm around her but was outside of the bed. In the fray, I’d managed to get my boxers on but was still basically naked.
I had my hand up. I was holding Bow, but I’d also intercepted myself between Thatcher and Wells who was still on the floor. I was pretty sure Ambrose could handle himself, but I wasn’t going to let Thatcher put hands on him again. I wouldn’t come at Thatcher, but hewasn’thitting Ambrose. Not unless he got through me.
I think Bow shared that sentiment because the next thing I knew she was scooting herself out of the bed. She wrapped the bedding around herself, then stepped between her brother and me. She was shielding both Ambrose and me with her little body. She put a hand up too. “Thatcher.”
Thatcher panned between his sister, Wells, and me. Wells had his mouth parted, but I think that was because he was just as shocked as me to see Bow step in the middle of this whole thing. The shock didn’t stay for long because soon Ambrose was getting in front of Bow and me. I didn’t like that shit, and Thatcherdefinitely didn’t like that shit. The heat in Thatcher’s eyes shifted to molten lava.
“You’re not my brother,” Thatcher said to Wells, and Wells cringed. Thatcher looked at me. “And you aren’t either.”
My heart thudded, and I winced when Thatcher left the room. The door slammed behind him with a snap, and we jumped.
I reached for my pants. I was going to talk to Thatcher, but Wells grabbed my arm.
“It has to be me,” he said, and, though it probably should, I didn’t want him to go alone. I ignored him until he suddenly kissed me, calmed me.
His mouth felt so good. It was warm like him, and I knew why he’d done it. He wanted me to know he had this,he had meand her.
Her.
Bow was between us during the kiss, and I squeezed her shoulder while I received it.
“I’m going to fix this,” Wells said against my lips, but I didn’t think his words were just for me. They were equally for Bow, and he showed her that when he kissed her next. He did so openly and unashamed.
A heat flashed within me watching them. It was the same one that burrowed inside me just like it had when the three of us finally got together hours ago. The feeling was right.It was perfect,and I pushed Bow against Wells while he kissed her.
“I am going to fix this, Squeak. I promise,” he said, then pressed his lips against her ear. “I love you.”
