Page 35 of Room for Three

“Can’t sleep on that damn couch another day,” he groans. “Fucks up my back. Sorry, man, but I’m crashing here tonight.”

I’m frozen as I hear him stripping out of his clothes. Then he collapses onto the bed beside me with a groan.

Can he smell the sex in the room?

Does he know the devious shit I just did to our sweet girl?

He rolls toward me, and I’m met with the distinct smell of hard liquor. Since I didn’t hear the motorcycle engine, he must’ve caught a ride home.

“Hot date?” I ask, voice tight with guilt.

“Date?” He laughs. “Fuck no. I can’t stop thinking about Savvy, Cole. I thought getting drunk would help. Turns out, it makes it worse.”

I pinch my eyes closed, wondering how in the hell I’m going to get away with what I did with Savvy. He’s going to find out. Her damn cum-smeared shorts are in my hand, for fuck’s sake.

He punches at me in the dark, but since he’s wasted, it glances off my shoulder. A flare of irritation spikes through me.

“I fucked up,” he says sadly. “Don’t hate me.”

“Hate you for what?”

“I got her off this morning. It was hot. I wanted so badly to fuck that sweet girl. I’m a monster.” He makes a choked sound. “Forgive me, Cole. Please forgive me.”

In the dark of night, all I see is red.

He got her off.

Then she slept with me.

What the hell is going on in this house?

Travis

Iwake to a throbbing in my skull, regretting my life’s choices immensely. But I stumbled my way into Cole’s bed last night, so at least my back’s not fucked too.

Naturally, Cole is already gone when my phone alarm goes off. It’s still stuffed in the pocket of my jeans that I’d tossed on the floor. Groaning, I slide off the bed to retrieve it so I can shut the maddening sound off.

As the dregs of sleep wash away, I’m hit with a sense of dread. I think I confessed to Cole last night about what I’d done with Savvy.

What does he think about me?

Does he hate me?

And what about her? I’ve avoided her ever since.

I’m a shit human.

Talking to her—to both of them—is a must, but first, coffee. After throwing my jeans back on, I amble out of Cole’s room and past Savvy’s open door. She’s locked up in the bathroom. With memories of her naked and touching herself yesterday, my morning wood becomes almost painful. I rub at it through my jeans, hoping to calm it, as I head downstairs. The taste of alcohol is bitter on my tongue. I’m thankful I’d left my toothbrush and toothpaste by the kitchen sink.

The first sip of coffee, after cleaning my mouth, is delightful. It chases away the hangover almost immediately. Another cup along with a hearty breakfast and I’ll be good as new.

I hear creaking on the stairs and brace myself to see Savvy. Is she going to call me out for avoiding her yesterday? Worse, will she want a replay?

As much as my cock aches for the latter, I ignore it. I fucked up. Plain and simple. I need to make amends to her and to Cole for being a damn hypocrite.

She enters the kitchen and flinches when she sees me. I can’t help but drink in her appearance. Her wet hair has been brushed and hangs in front of her shoulders and she’s free of makeup. It’s her outfit that makes me groan.

It’s a dress.

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