“I don’t want you to tell me because you think I need a warnin’. I don’t. Nothin’ you could say will change how I feel about you.”
He came toward her, his eyes glassy once again. When he went to his knees before her, Bailey gasped. Rafe rested his head on her thighs and whispered, “I’m sorry I wasted so much time.”
This man. Even when she was happy, he had a way of breaking her heart. She loved him so much it hurt.
“Just gave me more time to fall in love with you,” she said, running her fingers through his hair.
“Just think, if you hadn’t wasted all that time, I couldn’t’ve come along and upended your whole world,” Holt said with a grin.
Rafe lifted his head. He was smiling. “You are good at that, though. Upendin’ my life.”
Holt winked at Bailey. “Based on the outcome, I don’t think that’s a bad thing.”
For the first time, it was possible they were all finally in agreement.
Chapter Twenty-Four
On Monday evening, Holt found Bailey inthe kitchen preparing everything for tomorrow’s breakfast. She didn’t seem to care that he was currently the only guest in residence. According to her, breakfast was a morning staple, and as long as there were people around, she was going to make it.
He couldn’t really argue with that. Especially since he knew Rex and Jack looked forward to her breakfast.
“While you finish here, mind if I go up to your apartment? Rafe’s picking up dinner.”
“Is he back yet?”
“He will be in a minute.”
Bailey glanced at the clock as she dug in her pocket. “I need about fifteen more minutes.” She shook her head, passing him the key. “Make it twenty. I forgot about the load of laundry in the dryer.”
He took the key and kissed her. “We’ll keep it warm, and we won’t start without you.”
As he walked out of the kitchen, Holt smiled to himself.
If he had his way, they would be starting without her. Not dinner. No, that could wait until she arrived. Holt had other things on his mind, thanks to the conversation he’d had with Rafe earlier. How they’d gotten on the topic, he didn’t know, but when Rafe started describing the look on Bailey’s face when she first came in to find Holt sucking Rafe’s cock, Holt’s brain had frozen on the mental image.
Nowhewanted to see her face when she walked in. It was only fair, right?
When he got to Bailey’s apartment, he unlocked the back door for when Rafe arrived, checked to ensure Bailey had a bottle of wine in the refrigerator, then began pulling out plates and silverware. A few minutes later, Rafe walked in carrying the white plastic bags from the diner.
“Is Bailey here?” he asked as he set them on the small rolling stand that served as the island.
“She’s finishing up downstairs. Why?”
“I’m starvin’.”
Holt grinned. “I can think of something to tide you over.”
Rafe’s eyebrows lifted slowly, his gaze tracking him. “What did you have in mind?”
The rasp in his voice said he already had some idea, but Holt didn’t mind spelling it out for him.
He moved over to the same column Rafe had stood against the other night. Pressing his back against it, Holt pointed to the floor in front of him.
Rafe’s throat worked on a swallow, but he didn’t hesitate, coming closer. Rather than let him get right to work, Holt grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer, fusing their lips. It hadn’t been quite a week since their first and only encounter in this room, but it felt like an eternity. Now that they were beginning to mesh as a throuple—a word he’d never heard until Bailey said it—Holt hoped they could make time for more of it.
“Mmm,” Holt moaned when Rafe unbuttoned his jeans, slipping his hand in and fisting Holt’s cock.
“She’s gonna come in and see us,” Rafe said, easing down to his knees.
