Page 58 of Clash of Sin and Secret

Zane straightens from checking something in the back hatch, and the moment he sees us, he straightens and smiles. “The gang’s all here. FYI, the situation with the people we’re meeting is sensitive. I wasn’t at my best at the last meeting and have apologies to make.”

I chuckle. “You are planning to apologize to someone? Wow, it’s a banner night for you, Z.”

“This is Vasari business, though,” Huntley says, pegging Tucker with a scowl. “Stay behind and hang out with your father.”

Tucker shrugs those impressive shoulders. “I’m not here for your business or theirs. I’m here for Scotland. She asked me to come, so you’re stuck with me.”

Huntley frowns at me, and I shrug. “What? Be nice. He helped us save your butt earlier. He’s as strong as the freakingHulk and is calm and quick-witted in chaos. Not to mention super sexy.”

“Thanks for noticing, beautiful.” Tucker winks and I chuckle at Huntley’s exasperation.

Huntley doesn’t seem to have an argument for that. He throws up his hands and gestures to the truck. “Fine. Get in. We’re wasting time.”

Zane

The SUV hums along the slick streets of Toronto, the night cloaked in a blanket of dark blues and grays. It’s just after 3 a.m., so we’ve got enough darkness left to get things done, and since I’m still riding the high of the warehouse takedown and sex, I’m wired to see what the rest of the night shall bring.

Scottie sits beside me in the back, the scent of her orgasms and sex with Tucker filling the air around us.

It sets off the most violent impulses of my beast, but there’s nothing to be done about that at the moment.

No. It’s good. I need to get used to it.

I clear my throat and Scottie glances over at me. “Huntley and I were talking tonight about what our expectations might be. With you, I mean.”

Huntley curses and glares at me in the rear-view mirror. “Seriously? Do you think now is the best time to have this conversation?”

I grin. “You’re driving. That means you’re a captive audience and can’t leave or punch anyone. It’s a perfect time to discuss it.”

Scottie chuckles. “Tucker mentioned that he spoke with you.”

Of course he did. That’s because Tucker is direct and speaks his mind—Huntley isn’t. Our Viking is strategic and plays things close to his vest.

“Did he tell you what we discussed, exactly?”

Scottie shakes her head. “No. Just that he’s open to me exploring my feelings for all three of you.”

Tucker is quietly watching the Toronto streets pass, obviously giving me the chance to have my say. “Tucker is interested in a physical relationship with only you, but is open to the three of us playing together as long as you remain the focus.”

Scottie blinks, a flush bringing a rush of blood to her cheeks. “All right. Good to know. I’m obviously sexually involved with both you and Huntley and will respect Tucker’s preferences.”

Huntley rolls his eyes in the front seat and hits the truck’s indicator with more aggression than is necessary. “Fine. I’ll fuck around with Zane and Scottie and if Tucker wants to watch and not be touched, that works for me.”

Scottie chuckles. “All right, then. That’s clear enough. And when do we want to try out this new arrangement?”

I grunt. “Considering how many times Tucker made you come tonight, I’m claiming the right to be in your bed when we get home. It can be PG or X-rated depending on your preferences, but my possessive side is getting dangerous. I need some time.”

Scottie looks to where Tucker is sitting in the shotgun seat, but the big guy doesn’t weigh in at all.

That’s a strong point in his favor.

“All right. We’ll see how the night progresses, but I’ll plan to spend the night in your bed. What about you, Huntley? Do you have any issues with that?”

I meet Huntley’s gaze in the mirror, annoyance twisting my intestines in knots.Don’t fuck this up, Viking. To win Scottie’slove back, we need to spend time with her. Accepting Tucker as part of the deal is the best way to move forward.

He sighs and shifts his gaze to stare out the front windshield. “No issues. I’ll be there.”

“Tucker?” Scottie asks.

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