Fuck.
Nope.
Fucking…nope.
Roly's face falls. “Wick? What's going on?”
“My heart’s being afuckingidiot,” I say, turning on my heel and stomping back down the sidewalk before ripping my hat off my head.
“Wait,”Roly says, running after me. I’m nearly to my truck when he grabs my arm. “What's the matter, Wick? What's wrong?”
Something about the way he phrases it makes me want to scream. “What'swrong? I'm a fucking mess, Roly-man, and your husband is built exactly like my problem.” I run my hands over my face, my shoulders drooping. “Well, he's built like exactly one-half of my problem.”
Roly's grip on my arm brings me up short. “Hey, I know we haven't seen each other in a long time, and we mostly just spent our time fucking at circuit parties, but if you’re going through something, we don't have to do anything. Seriously, man. Come inside. Talk to us.”
I turn around and use my hat to point at the gorgeous bear in the doorway, who's looking at us with his brows stitched together. “I can't be around him. It'll make me crazy. He's too beautiful, and the way he's looking at you right now is really fucking me up.”
Roly holds up his finger. “Tell you what, let's take a drive. I'm not going to let you leave like this. Just give me a sec to let Heath know.”
I do as he says, watching their exchange through the window. Roly bounces up to his man, and they are so visibly in love I just want to vomit, which seems to be my go-to reaction wherever love is concerned. I suppose that means I’m super allergic to it, and Riley doesn’t know her strap from a hole in the wall.
They talk, and the expression on his man's face goes from concern to understanding. He looks right at me and puts his big hand on his broad chest, tapping his heart. God, he's probably just as nice as Colt.
Colt, however, is paler with prettier freckles and something closer to Roly's sunshine about him. There also seems to be an Argentinian missing from the picture. I toss my hat on the back seat and curse both of them.
The big guy walks back into the house, and Roly joins me on the passenger side. “Let's take a ride down 2222.”
“Okay,” I sigh, putting the car in Drive, heading north to the cut-through.
We drive in silence for a few minutes, the radio on a nineties station as my fingers drum out an agitated beat on the steering wheel. Roly turns to me, his expression uncharacteristically serious.
“Wick, what’s going on? I've never seen you walk away from sex. And I’vereallynever seen you walk away from a beautiful bear like my husband.”
I look over, horrified. “Oh my God, please tell him I think he’sgorgeous. Let him know there’s nothing wrong with him.”
“You don’t have to worry about that. I kind of picked up on the fact that it was something else.” Roly smiles at me, patting my shoulder. “Now, you said that my man is built likehalfof your problem. What the hell does that mean?”
I grip the steering wheel, heading west on the series of streets that will take us through a scenic drive.
“You know how much I sorta despise the idea of anything long-term, right?”
Roly laughs. “I think you said something about preferring to fuck a cactus rather than ever get married.”
“Exactly,” I say, pointing at him. “Except…I’ve gotten myself into a bit of a situation. I don't always need a one and done, you know. A solid rotation is convenient.”
Even as I say the words, I know I’ve never thought of Joaquin and Colt as part of any rotation. Roly nods in agreement, though his eyes are a little too shrewd for my comfort.
“But now two guys on my rotation are in love with each other. Or pretty damn close.”
“Did they know each other before they knew you?”
“Not really. We all met out at the ranch. One of them is the father of my best friend.”
“Are you talking about Sparrow’s dad?”
I turn to him. “Yes. How do you know him?”
He grins and puts his hands up in surrender. “Don't look at me like that—you know he's not my type. Doesn't mean I can't enjoy the goods. Both he and his son are pretty delicious, you have to admit.”
