“I think he made himself very clear, didn’t he, Gregory?”
Jasper’s voice sounded, and relief rushed through me, tears pricking my eyes that they had come looking for me.
Gregory stepped back, and I moved quickly to stand between Travis and Jasper. Jasper glared at Gregory, the professor’s hands curled at his sides, while Travis’ eyes were fixed on me.
“Finn, are you okay?” Jasper asked, still not looking in my direction, but Travis pushed me behind him as he was trying to shield me from this monster.
“Yes.”
“Did he touch you?”
“No, did suggest I sleep with him and show him how grateful I was for my job.”
“What?” he spluttered. “That’s not what I said at all.”
“Well, it didn’t exactly look innocent,” Jasper argued.
Gregory fastened his jacket, brushing it down to straighten it. “He came on to me. I couldn’t get the boy off me.”
“Yes, I often find pinning someone so they can’t get away is the perfect way to say no when you’re propositioned. And he’s not a boy, he’s a thirty-year-old man, and we know he wasn’t coming on to you.”
“Oh yes, and how’s that?”
Travis slipped his hand into mine and spoke. “Because he’s ours.”
Gregory’s eyes widened as he looked between the three of us. “Well, if you didn’t want someone to play with your toys, you shouldn’t have left them unattended.”
He stormed to the door, and just before he opened it to leave, Jasper spoke again. “If anyone finds out about our relationship, then the press will find out about this, and Finn will press charges. Do I make myself clear?”
He shot a glare over his shoulder. “Perfectly, Professor. Good luck on the next leg of your journey.” The sneer that appeared on his face made my skin turn to ice, but then he was gone, leaving me with two worried men who covered me in kisses and caring words as they checked I was okay.
As they hugged me, I couldn’t help but smile. “Did you really say I’m yours?” I asked, still not believing how they’d defended me. “And say we have a relationship?”
“If you’re in, Twinkle, then you’re ours.”
“I like the sound of that.” I let out the dreamiest sigh.
“Come on, little one. Let’s take you home.”
And suddenly, home felt like the space between these two men.
PART4
HIGH TIDE
THIRTY-THREE
TRAVIS
“So,you want me to sleep here?” Finn asked, looking around the room like we had just asked him to eat dog shit.
I wrapped my arm around his waist, pulling him close as my other hand entwined with Jasper’s. Biting down on Finn’s earlobe, I whispered, “Yes, Twinkle. Is there a problem?”
“I mean, not if I was sleeping in here alone, but given that I don’t think you giants are planning on sleeping in the bunk beds,” he shuddered as if the very word offended him, “then I guess we’re sharing this.” He pointed at the bed, which was a small double at best.
“It’s the captain’s room. Only the best for you, little one,’ Jasper added, humour evident in his tone.
“You two are the worst. I want to change my mind.”
