Oh shit. Does he know? He can’t possibly know. No one knows. Absolutely no one. If they did, it would’ve come out during the clusterfuck.
The clusterfuck I categorically didn’t want to be thinking about right now.
I took a long pull of my beer. I was only drinking the one, so I wasn’t worried about driving home.
Finn waved to someone who’d just entered, and I pivoted my gaze that way.
Two couples had just stepped inside. The men, holding hands, were a study in contrasts. One was blond with blue eyes. His boyish grin was just adorable. The brunet who stood next to him appeared a little…leery.
The blonde woman who stood next to the blond guy, resembled him in many ways—including those stunning blue eyes.
Siblings?
A shorter woman with fiery red hair and green eyes clung to the blonde. She smiled, although more tentatively. And her facial features resembled the dark-haired guy’s.
More siblings?
Kind of took me a moment.
Finn beckoned the group over as he leaned into me. “Yes, two sets of siblings paired up. Roll with it.”
Okay. I wasn’t certain how this affected me, but I was willing to play along—if only to get the backstory of these interesting couples.
The blonde woman was the first to greet Finn. And greet she did—she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him full on the lips.
Finn held her tight to him and, as the kiss ended, he wrapped her in his embrace.
An embrace I was well-familiar with.
“Hey, Stephanie. Oh God, your smile…” He gently touched her nose. “Married life suits you.”
Stephanie stepped back and into the arms of the redhead. Her wife? Which made her greeting to Finn just…friendly.
Finn held out his hand. “Great to see you, Taryn”
“Oh, I do hugs now—all Steph’s doing.” The redhead stepped into Finn’s arms. She was shorter than her wife by a few inches and way shorter than Finn. Still, they held on tight.
“Hey! What about my turn?” The blond man ran his hand through his hair. “After all, I’m the one who has a history with Finn.”
The brunet, who I took to be the man’s boyfriend or husband, scowled.
“Oh God, Lachlan, your face.” The blond guy kissed Lachlan on the mouth. Then gently eased Taryn from Finn’s embrace and stepped into it. He was mere inches shorter than Finn, so when he grasped the back of Finn’s neck and dragged him into a kiss, Finn didn’t have far to go.
And what a kiss. At least with Stephanie, there hadn’t been any tongues involved.
Not so between this guy and Finn. This was full-on French-tongue, ass-grabbing grinding.
Stephanie looped her arm through Lachlan’s. “Just a fling. They weren’t…compatible.”
Ah. Does that mean the blond is a bottom?
Like that really mattered.
Like I had any claim on Finn.
Like I had a right to be jealous.
The man finally untangled himself from Finn’s embrace. “Great to see you!”
