Page 60 of Wild Flower

“Okay,” Becca says softly, “but if you need to talk about it, I’m here.”

Could this woman be any more perfect? Probably not. A sinner in the bedroom, but a saint with your heart? Thank goodness I get to share her, and Finn can be the sweetheart she deserves.

“I was calling,” she continues, “because I’m curious if you’re free tonight.”

A smile curls my lip. This perfect woman is insatiable.

“I am,” I admit. “Should we call Finn?”

“Actually,” her voice lowers. “It would just be you.”

Only one of us?

“We’re a package deal,” I say, because I don’t want Finn having hot nights with Becca without me, thus I’m not going to do it to him.

“No, of course, I know that!” Becca says quickly. “I didn’t mean it like that. Of course, I want both of you. It’s nothing like that. It’s—well—there’s this family dinner tonight.”

A family dinner?

“And my mom thinks I have a boyfriend … you.”

That’snotwhat her mom’s angry eyes were asking in the field.

“Don’t you think you should show up withbothyour boyfriends?” I tease. “I bet we could make your mom go off the deep end again.”

Becca laughs nervously. “My sister will be there. And my dad. Honestly, bringing home one boyfriend is a lot for them to process. You’re not …” She trails off.

“Like the guys you normally bring home?” I fish.

“Well, no,” she admits. “I never bring guys home. The fact that I have a boyfriend, at all, is enough to throw Saturn off its axis.”

“Becca, are Finn and I your first boyfriends?” I tease.

“No!” Her laugh hooks nervously. “I mean—as a set of two, yes—but I’ve dated before. Individually. They just never—”

More nervous laughter, and I remember how she said no man had made her orgasm before. Which is crazy. I swear I could look at her with wicked intent and she’d be creaming for me.

“I’m sorry,” she backpedals, “you probably want to keep this casual. A family dinner is the opposite of that. I get it. Forget I—”

“Of course, I’ll come,” I interrupt. “I don’t promise I won’t rub your mom the wrong way, but if she wants to get to know yourboyfriend, I can play that game.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Text me the address and time. Should I bring flowers?”

“I own a flower farm,” Becca points out. “The last thing my parents need is a bouquet.”

“Even if it’s shitty carnations from the drug store?”

“Carnations aren’t shitty, they’re just overused.”

“Noted.” My smile deepens. Don’t insult flowers with a florist, even if she does specialize in the exotic and poisonous kind. “Should I dress up for this? Wear a polo and khakis like the guy you brought to Flambé?”

“Carl?” she grumbles. “Oh God, no! Just be yourself, come as you are.”

“I prefer to come naked with you clenching around my cock.”

There’s a silence in which I know she’s thinking about how hot last night was.

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