Page 77 of Heatwaves

I’m going to sit down and have dinner with them, aren’t I?

Blowing out a breath, I allow Wyatt to lead me over to the table and sit beside Ty. “I’m going to need a drink—or twenty.”

Wyatt grins. “I think we can handle that.”

Which is how I end up having dinner with the men who destroyed me ten years ago.

By the end of dinner and my third drink, I’m no longer freaking out over them being here. In fact, I’m the one who invites them to join us at the club.

Now, I’m on the dance floor, squished between five hot men who can’t stop touching me. It’s driving me absolutely insane.

I feel like I’m going to burst into flames at any moment. My panties have been soaked since the first dance, and they’re not getting any drier.

“Are you alright, Lil?” Wyatt murmurs against my ear, his hot breath sending a shiver down my spine and causing a whimper to spill from my lips. “What’s wrong, babe? Are you all hot and bothered?”

I spin around to face him, throwing my arm around his neck so I can drag him toward me. “You know I fucking am. What the hell are you going to do about it?”

Wyatt smirks, lifting his head to look at the others. “It seems my girl is ready to head home. Will you be joining us?”

Did he just invite them over to fuck me?

Why does the idea of it just make me wetter?

Fuck me.

I throw myself back onto the couch, a groan of frustration spilling from my lips.

“Why did we think it was a good idea to come back to her house if we weren’t going to have sex with her?” I ask, turning my head to look at my pod mates. Lila’s moans are making it hard to concentrate—making me wonder what Wyatt is doing that has her making those sounds.

When Wyatt asked if we wanted to join them, we said yes without considering what he was really asking. Lila had practically climbed us as soon as we walked into her house—which wouldn’t be such a bad thing, but she was drunk. I might miss being buried in her pretty pink pussy, but I’m not taking Lila’s drunken consent—even if it was enthusiastically given—to heart. As much as it hurt to deny herwhat we both wanted, I knew in the morning she’d regret it.

She has enough regrets when it comes to the four of us—I’m not giving her something else to regret.

My pod mates felt the same, which is why she’s in her bedroom getting railed by Wyatt. The man she’s in a relationship with so he doesn’t have to worry if her consent is given while drunk.

Yes, I’m jealous as hell of him right now. Especially since my cock is hard beneath my pants and because he’s an incubus, something tells me it’s not going to be over anytime soon.

Fuuuuuck, this was such a bad idea.

“Because she was receptive to us,” Ty says, his voice quiet, but it’s so amazing to hear him speaking up more and more. He might not be quite back to his old self, but he’s getting there. “Because we wanted to say yes.”

I run a hand down my face, the other dropping to my pants so I can adjust my erection. Glancing around the room, I realize we’re all in quite a state. Normally, I’d suggest we just take care of one another, but it’s been years since Ty was comfortable having sex with us. With theprogress he’s made, I don’t want to set him back at all.

“Maybe we should head home,” Aidan suggests, even as his nose wrinkles up at the idea.

Carter shakes his head. “No. Tonight went really well, and there’s a chance she might feel more inclined to speak with us in the morning. Maybe this is all she needed to get past the hurt?”

“As much as I’d love to believe that…I don’t know if she’s there yet.“ I push into a seated position. “But I think it’s worth a shot. We should definitely stay—even if we die from blue balls.”

Carter and Aidan snort, shaking their heads.

On the other hand, I’m not sure if Ty even heard what I said. He turns his body toward Carter, who’s sitting beside him and can’t seem to tear his eyes off him. I lean forward, wondering what’s going through his head, but not wanting to stop whatever is happening before me.

Ty licks his lips as he leans toward Carter, but Carter hasn’t noticed as he lays his face in his hands. My cock throbs, my breath coming rapidly as my imagination swirls out scenario after scenario. Is Ty about to kiss Carter?

Fuck, I wish he would.

We’ve all missed the intimacy with him, but we won’t pressure him. He has to decide that’s what he wants.

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