Damn. He was right. And he was too alluring to keep my hands off, especially while we were talking about sex.Especiallywhile I was at the point in my cycle when I could think of nothing else.
I straddled him on the chair, sliding my hands beneath his tee and up his chest. Locke had more body hair than Nash, and I raked my nails through it, still in awe of how he shivered at my lightest touch.Just like Nash.They were different men, but in that, they were the same. “Did Willow have fun at the festival?”
Locke tracked my fingers as they dipped lower, skating his abs. “She didn’t tell you already?”
“She sent me some wild videos last night, but they were mostly Rubi.”
Locke laughed for real, a cosy sound from deep in his belly. “I don’t think she was expecting her old dad’s mates to be such a riot.”
“No one ever expects Rubi.”
“It was Nash too. It took a minute for him to chill out, but when he did, I fuckin’ loved seeing him like that. The only thing missing wasyou.”
“You’re too sweet.” I tightened the grip of my thighs around him. “But I didn’t miss anything. In fact, I loved knowing you two were out there tearing up the nighttogether. Made me feel all warm inside.”
“Oh yeah?” Locke shifted me on his lap, the new angle giving me better access to the hardness contained in his jeans. “How warm?”
I brought my lips to his. “Warm enough to take the rest of the day off.”
Locke smirked, but his attention was diverted over my shoulder.
Nash.
I turned my head and the complex lines folding his face in half killed my mood. “You’re leaving?”
He grimaced, leaning against the doorframe. “I need to ride out with Cam.”
“Where?”
“Meeting.”
“With who?”
“Orls.”
“Don’t fuckingOrlsme.” I spun off Locke and got in Nash’s face. “It’sSunday.”
“So? I’m not a banker, am I?”
The snap in his tone—thewarning—should’ve simmered me down, but perhaps I had missed him more than I knew. Perhaps I needed him, for once in this chaotic life, to tell Cam no and stay home with me.
Withus.
Locke stood. For a horrible minute, I thought he would leave too, as if I was the only one Nash was walking out on. But he stepped to us, an arm around us both. “Easy, queenie. You know he doesn’t want to go.”
“Then he shouldn’t.”
Locke kissed my temple, not saying the words, but I heard them all the same.He has to. You know that.
Of course I did. But that knowledge didn’t reinvent me as a reasonable person, and my scowl remained, fighting against the power of Nash’s big blue eyes. “Don’t look at me like that, McGovern.”
“O’Brian, you’re killing me here.”
I didn’t want to kill him. I wanted him to be as happy as he’d been ten minutes ago. I wanted him to beherewith us.
But I had to let him go, and this life had taught me never to say goodbye to someone in anger.
I let him draw me close. I licked his neck, smelling Locke all over him, and pushed my irritation aside. “It’s only because I love you.”
