“And?” Finn waved toward her. “That’s not steamy. That’s tame.”
“Well. We fell into bed together and started making out. That’s where it ended.” She looked away from Finn, then her gaze swung back. “What’s your guess?”
The room went quiet.
Finn’s expression shifted from amused to stunned. “Bree.”
“What?” She laughed, but the sound came out slightly panicked. “It was just a dream. Probably because I was so drunk and you..” she waved a hand toward Finn. “You’reyouand I was horny.”
“Do you really think it was a dream?” Finn stretched out the question until the entire room buzzed with the weight of her answer.
Bree froze. “Wasn’t it?”
10
BREE
I needed air. Or a time machine. Or the ability to drop dead from embarrassment. Any would do.
My face burned hot enough to set the entire pub on fire. I pressed my spine to the wall and took a second to compose myself. It wasn’t a dream. I’d actually invited Finn upstairs and kissed him.
I’d…
Oh god. I covered my face with both hands and let out a squeak. “Whoa.” What had he thought about the fact that I’d been prancing around this week, pretending that night didn’t exist? I’d genuinely believed nothing happened. And he’d been…what? He’d gone along with it. Hadn’t questioned me. Did he think I was pretending?
Mortification crawled under my skin, burning hotter than fire ants.
I forced air into my lungs. “I thought I’d dreamed it all up. I woke up and you were gone.” The explanation sounded flimsy even to me. I forced my hands down.
“You really made a move on her while she was drunk?” Declan shoved Finn’s shoulder.
Finn rocked back but didn’t stumble.
Anger twisted Declan’s face. “I fuckingtoldyou not to do that.”
Oh hell no.
I shoved away from the wall and jumped between them. “Stop.” I put a hand on each of their chests, doing my best not to let my mind wander when muscles flexed beneath my palms. “He didn’t make a move. I did.”
Declan’s jaw flexed. “Bree, don’t try to make this better for him.”
“I invited him upstairs.” Heat flooded my cheeks again, but I pushed through. “He was a perfect gentleman. He tried to set boundaries. I was the one who…” Nope. Not telling them what I’d begged him to do, or how he’d worked my body with nothing but his mouth and fingers.
Finn arched a brow and crossed his arms, looking more like a stubborn god than a man getting stared at like Declan would rather knock his head off than say sorry. “Listen to reason, Declan.”
“You listen.” Declan tried to push forward.
I wasn’t strong enough to move him by any means, but when I didn’t back down, he stopped pushing. Ronan watched it all with a curious little smile I didn’t understand.
“She could barely walk up the stairs.” Declan dropped his head. “Bree, did he hurt you?”
“No.” I snorted and patted his chest. “Finn made sure I got there safely and didn’t push for anything. I’m a grown woman, Declan. I made my choice, and I don’t need you to defend my virtue or whatever testosterone, whos-dick-is-bigger show is going on here.”
“Mine.” Finn raised his hand. He shrugged when I glared at him. “What? It’s true. Mine’s bigger.”
Okay, didnotneed to know that. Curiosity almost pulled my gaze to his crotch but I managed to stop myself just in time.
Why did I want Declan to understand?
