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I laugh.Idiot.
“Hey.” Alec pops his head up and rests on his forearms. “If we’re gonna do this, we’re investing in a bigger bed.”
My face splits with a smile. “Are we really going to do this?” I ask the question that has been burning a hole in my brain all morning.
“Why not? What’s that old saying? Two dicks are better than one?”
I crack up. “I don’t think that’s the saying.”
“It can be our saying. Now get your ass back to bed,” Alec orders.
I relent. There is no place I would rather be than trapped between those two men.
I scurry across my small room and hop into bed, landing right between them. Neither of them hesitates for a second to put their hands or lips on me, each claiming a piece of my body for themselves.
“I haven’t seen you naked in eight years. Don’t ever put clothes on again.” Tage rips my T-shirt right off me.
“Food shopping might be an issue.”
“We can order in.” He attacks my neck while Alec drags hot kisses across my abdomen.
“It’s going to be a long day, isn’t it?” I moan.
“Yes,” they answer in tandem.
21
Tage
Afuckfest is exactly what I needed.
It’s exactly what Everly and I both needed. Sex may not be the answer to all our problems, but it sure helps to relieve some serious stress.
I towel dry my hair then wrap the pink terry cloth around my waist. I inspect myself in the mirror. I need a serious haircut. I pull the wavy strands straight up through my fingers. Four inches too long, at least.
Everly doesn’t seem to mind the length. She was pulling the shit out it every chance she got. I smile at the memory.
Whatever makes her happy. And whatever gets her off.
I stroll out of the bathroom to find Everly and Alec half dressed in her barely there kitchen. I got her this place when she first moved to the city. Decent neighborhood, rent-controlled, and fairly spacious for New York. It was just one of the many ways I tried to take care of her. I have always just wanted to take care of her.
Ever is sitting on the counter with an open container of chocolate hazelnut spread. I swear she can eat that shit by the gallon. Alec is teasing her, dotting chocolate on her nose and cheeks, then licking it off. She’s giggling like a child. Like a carefree child, and for some reason, the sound hits me square in the chest. It’s like I can feel it. Feel her happiness. It’s . . . uncomfortable. I spent most of my life suppressing my feelings. Walking around numb so I could do my job. But Everly has always managed to break through the barrier. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for her, including sharing her with the other man she loves.
I could never take that smile away from her. Not again, because once upon a time, she smiled at me exactly like that.
“Take a ten-minute shower and I miss all the fun.” I walk over and stick my finger in the jar.
“We were just buying time until you got done,” Everly flirts.
“Well, I’m done.” I suck the chocolate off my finger then give her a firm, sugary kiss.
“I noticed.” She exhales, lightheaded.
“Dinner should be here in a little while. I ordered from this fantastic Mexican place uptown.” Alec smiles, then it fades. “Guess I should have asked if you like Mexican.”
Yeah, it’s definitely apparent there are going to be a lot of “get to know you” moments in the immediate future. Alec and I may have Everly in common, but who the hell knows what else? Maybe nothing. From the little I know about him, definitely nothing. He’s a high-powered, hoity-toity lawyer who likes the finer shit in life, and I’m an undercover nomad who doesn’t exist on paper. And I couldn’t care less about the finer shit in life. All I need is a bed, a shirt, a gun, and I’m all good.
This mix should be interesting.
