Page 31 of My Three Rivals

She was clever. I had to give her that.

And that pussy… I got hard thinking about her again.

I had to get out of there.

Wyatt stuck his head out of his room as I sauntered past, waving me inside nervously.

“What’s up?” I asked nonchalantly, but he stared at me, his intense, dark eyes alarmed. He was still reeling from what had happened.

“What the hell was that?” he hissed as I stepped over the threshold and into his bedroom.

“In English, I believe it’s called a threesome,” I replied dryly.

Wyatt stared at me blankly. “Aren’t you a little freaked out about what just happened?” he hissed. “We’re supposed to be making her uncomfortable, not clingy.”

A smirk quirked at the corner of my mouth. “Maybe Maverick was right: maybe we have been going about this all wrong. She’s just lonely and needs some companionship.”

Wyatt continued to gape at me. “So what? We’re honey trapping her?”

I shrugged. “Whatever works… and you have to admit, that wasn’t a bad way to pass some of the time around here. You haven’t asked for the Wi-Fi password in a few hours.”

Wyatt didn’t crack a smile, and I patted him on the back.

“I didn’t see you complaining a few minutes ago,” I teased. “I’m going to sort out the mess with the construction crew.”

I saw myself to the door, but Wyatt grabbed my arm, surprising me with the urgency.

“What’s wrong with you?” I asked slowly.

“What if it meant something to her?” he blurted out.

I gawped at him, blinking. “Are you serious? She probably thought she was manipulating us, Wyatt. Come on, man. I don’t need to tell you of all people how some women operate.”

Wyatt dropped his arm and nodded, visibly swallowing as I exited his room.

That girl is spinning us all into unchartered territory,I thought, but I wasn’t sure if I was irked by the thought or intrigued.

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But as I went about my day, I couldn’t stop catching snatches of Tegan on me, her succulent scent driving me into a state of arousal all day. I thought about taking a shower, but the idea of not having her on my skin troubled me just as much.

She’s a witch for sure. I just can’t let her get the better of me,I thought dryly, inhaling deeper.

Maverick cornered me in the kitchen later in the evening, his blue eyes inquisitive, and I wondered if he had heard us earlier. I closed the fridge door to answer to him, but when he spoke, he made no mention of Wyatt’s and my private interaction with Tegan earlier.

“Have you seen Tegan?” he asked, a note of concern creeping into his question.

“Not in a few hours,” I admitted, dropping the defrosted chicken breasts onto the counter.

I’d noticed that she’d disappeared again, but her crappy, rusting Mercedes still sat out front, so I doubted she had gone far.

“I was hoping to talk to her,” Maverick muttered, although he sounded like he was talking to himself.

I stared at him expectantly, but he didn’t elaborate.

“I’m sure she’s around here somewhere,” I offered. “If you find her, tell her I’m grilling up some chicken breasts—if she’s interested.”

Maverick’s eyebrows shot up, and he blinked. “Really?” he asked suspiciously.

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