Jeez, was I nuts? I couldn’t say anything like that out loud.
He drank his beer, and I searched my brain for the right combination of words—something that wouldn’t make me sound like a creepy nympho. Before I could come up with anything, Monty set the beer bottle aside and cleared his throat.
“If you want…”
“I want,” I blurted.
Forcing myself not to fidget, I held Monty’s gaze. He studied me without a speck of judgment.
“Jordy and I could help you unwind again tonight,” he said.
Oh please, yes, thank you. A thousand times, yes.
“Is he here?”
“He should be on his way from the pub.”
“Um.” Fuck, why was I blushing? “I’d love to…unwind with the two of you. Maybe in the vicinity of a bed.”
Suddenly all businesslike, Monty grabbed his phone. “Let me message him.”
Before he could finish typing, the main door opened. Jordy walked in, shrugging out of a wet raincoat. I hadn’t noticed the pattering of drops on the window, but now I could hear it. It sounded like a proper downpour.
“Hi,” he called, stomping his boots on the doormat. When he noticed me, he hesitated. “Hello, Laurel.”
“Hi, Jordy,” I piped up.
He hung the coat on a hook, took off his boots, and put his hands on his hips. He glanced from Monty to me. “This is weird.”
Monty chuckled. “A bit, yeah. But Laurel and I were talking, and he said he slept really well last night. Maybe we could help himunwindtonight again.”
I wanted the ground to swallow me up. I literally asked them to make me come so I could sleep. What was wrong with me?
But Jordy just smiled, his dark eyes glinting with good-natured mischief. That smirk was unfairly sexy. “Sure, we can.”
“A bed? He’ll be more comfortable in a bed.”
Jordy gave a brisk nod. “Let me just grab a shower, and I’ll be right with you.”
He swiveled on his socked feet and disappeared down the narrow stairs to his apartment.
Oh God.We were doing it.
Monty grinned, all warm and friendly, as if we’d just decided on a soup dinner and a foot rub. That man was really a different species.
“Would you like a drink in the meantime?”
“Do you still have the prosecco you served me the first night? That was nice.”
His grin widened as he shot up from his seat. “Sure do.”
He rooted in the fridge behind the bar and took out a bottle. He opened it and poured two glasses. He left the third one empty, presumably for Jordy to decide whether he wanted one.
I expected doubts to start creeping in, but as I followed Monty to the bar counter, I remembered how I lay on top of it last night, naked from the waist down, white-knuckling the edges. How it felt to have them eat me out, over and over, until I vibrated with pleasure…
Nope, I wouldn’t back out of this.
“How’s Calvin?” Monty asked casually.
