“What?” I ask.
“What if this ruins our friendship? What if this fucks up the rest of the season? We won’t have futures if we destroy each other fighting over you. If the team finds out––”
“The team doesn’t matter,” Callum says, and I’m relieved he’s on my side.
“Yes, it does. You know it does.”
“Not more than she does.”
Callum stands now too. All four of us in the middle of the room.
“It’s what she wants. Right, Tiger?” Callum says.
“Cal—” Zephyr starts.
Callum sighs. “I know.” He puts a hand on Zephyr’s shoulder. “I know, but fuck it. We want her, right?”
They all look at me, and my stomach fills with butterflies because I’m the fucking culprit.
They don’t say anything, and I feel my chest start to get heavy.
“I can’t lose any of you. Please.”
“Then don’t do this,” Jax says.
I look at him and a tear slips out. “Jax.”
He shakes his head. “I’m not gonna be in some relationship with two of my best friends.”
Callum barks while Zephyr scoffs.
“Whoa, brother,” Callum says. “Nobody said anything about us being in a relationship. She’ll just rotate on us.”
“You think I want to put my dick where yours goes?” Jax snaps.
I clear my throat and step toward Jax. I put my hand on his chest and feel his racing heart. He looks down at me and says, “What’re you doing, Tiger?”
I reach up for his face and kiss him. He turns away at first, rejecting me. I feel the pit in my stomach grow. But he doesn’t step back, he just looks the other way.
“Jax,” I say, turning his face back to me. “Please.”
He looks at me and brings his hand up. “Where’s your bandage?”
“I’m letting it air out.”
He looks at it, and then he cups my face. “I don’t think I can do this, Tiger. I’m sorry.”
I tiptoe to reach his height. I lean my forehead on his. “What if we don’t make a decision today?” I kiss his cheek. He slightly turns his head away from me, exposing his neck. I kiss his throat. His heart is still racing under my palm. “Sit down on the couch.”
“Why?” he says, looking down at me.
“Fine,” I mutter and slide myself down his body. I lift his shirt and kiss his abs.
“What are you doing?” he asks as I unbutton his pants. “Tiger?”
I reach my hand in his waistband, and he’s already hard. I pull his dick out and immediately suck him off.
He looks down, chest heaving. His dick hits the back of my throat. “What are you doing?”
