“Thought you might be up for a beer? I wanted to see the boss man, but he’s not here, so I figured I’d wait with you.”
I nod, happy to have some company until Jackson gets home, I’ve got a few hours before Ciara is expecting Addison and I. “Sure, come on in and sit.”
We head into the lounge and sit down. Muff drops the pizza box onto the table, shrugs off his jacket, and then tosses me a beer. I pop the top, and take a mouthful of the cool, crisp liquid.
“So, how you settlin’ in?”
I shrug. “As well as I can. I feel like I’m intruding sometimes, but they’ve all been so nice to me.”
“Yeah, we’re not a bad bunch.”
I laugh, and he winks.
“No,” I say, taking another sip of beer and crossing my legs. “You’re certainly not.”
“You figured out where you’re gonna go after this?”
I shake my head, feeling my chest tighten. I quickly shove it down; I don’t want to feel guilt right now. Just for a moment, I want to feel nothing but normal.
“No, I will stay here as long as they’ll have me, and then I’ll figure something out.”
He smiles. “Jack’s ain’t gettin’ rid of you anytime soon, he’s crazy about you.”
I flush. “Why would you think that?”
He chuckles, showing me a gorgeous set of dimples. “’Coz he gazes at you like a fuckin’ love sick puppy.”
I laugh. “He does not.”
“He fuckin’ does so. I’ve seen enough of Jack’s to know when he’s not just lustin’.”
“Well, I like him, too,” I beam.
“So, did he take you home and give you a rundown on threesomes the other night,” he winks.
I groan. “I can’t believe you and Addi did that to me!”
Muff laughs. “It was funny, the look on your face.”
“You know you’ve sparked his interest now, don’t you?”
“I believe I sparked yours, too.”
I flush and look away. “No!”
“You like the idea, don’t you princess?”
I quickly shake my head. “Dream on, handsome.”
He laughs. “Don’t be ashamed, it ain’t a bad thing to think about out.”
“I know that, but I shouldn’t really be thinking about it. I’m so inexperienced.”
“I’m sure Jack’s will sort that out for you.”
I giggle. “Ha, I’m sure!”
“Besides, just ‘coz your inexperienced don’t mean you can’t have a fantasy.”
“Yeah, I guess so. I just never thought I’d even like the sound of something like that until...”
“You saw it?” he grins.
“Yeah, until I saw it. If I wasn’t hurt, I’m sure I would have melted on the floor.”
He laughs loudly, and wraps an arm around me. “That would have been a sight.”
I smile, and nestle into him. Muff is a really good person; it makes me wonder why he’s alone.
“What about you, Muff? Any special lady?”
He snorts. “Nah, none yet.”
“That’s a shame; I would have thought you would have been snapped up right away.”
He guffaws. “Aw, princess, you’re givin’ me a big head.”
“Well, I hope she comes along real soon.”
“Yeah, but if not, I’ll just stick to sharin’ the good ones. If Jackson decides to share you, give me a call, yeah?”
I laugh, but I feel my body heat. What would it be like to be wedged between Jackson and Muff? I shudder, and Muff chuckles.
“Damn, you really are curious!”
“Curious about what?”
We both spin to see Jackson standing at the door, looking suspiciously at us. Muff grins at him, completely unawares. “She’s curious about threesomes.”
“Muff!” I cry. “I did not say that.”
Jackson’s gaze turns to liquid fire, and I swallow. Oh. God.
“Still baby?”
“I...I...never...I need another beer.”
I stand quickly, suddenly feeling both their eyes on me. What a fool I am, actually showing Muff a reaction to the thought of him and Jackson. I couldn’t actually sleep with two men; it would make me...dirty. Wouldn’t it? I mean, it’s not every day a normal, innocent girl gets into bed with two men. I don’t want to have that reputation, I don’t want people to talk...God, why am I trying to convince myself that this is a bad idea? I shouldn’t even be thinking about it to begin with.
I feel a set of hands touch my hips, and I realize I’m gripping the kitchen counter instead of getting a beer. I feel Jackson’s lips graze across my ear. “You never told me you actually thought about a threesome, I thought you were just curious...”
“I never...I never said...I just...”
“Baby, it ain’t a bad thing.”
God.
I shove out of his arms, and find another beer before hurrying back into the living room, and sitting on the single couch across from Muff. He’s grinning at me. Seriously. Grinning. Evil man. I give him the eye, and he winks at me.
W.A.N.K.E.R
Jackson walks in with a beer, and sits on the couch beside Muff. Fuck them, why are they looking at me like that?
“So,” I say, trying to clear the lump from my throat. “Did you get everything sorted at the club?”