Page 33 of Her Possessive Daddies

Standing, I head to the bar cart, trying to ignore how perfectly she fits against Corey's side. How his hands keep finding her body like he's mapping territory.

Territory that could have been mine if I'd met her first. Shit.

I pour myself another drink, watching Corey's hand slide higher up her thigh. The whiskey burns, but not enough to dull the ache in my groin.

"You know what I think?" My voice sounds rougher. “It’s getting a little lonely over here."

Abbie's eyes meet mine across the room, dark and inviting. My grip tightens on the glass.

Corey beckons me over. "Come sit with us then." He arches an eyebrow at me, clearly wanting to know more.

"I need your help in the kitchen first," I say, setting my glass down harder than necessary. "Got that shipment of Japanese whiskey in. Want your opinion on it quick."

He raises an eyebrow but follows me. As soon as we're out of earshot, I turn on him.

"What exactly are you playing at?" Corey says, putting his glass down harder than necessary.

"You see it, don't you?" I back against my counter, smirking. "The way she looks at both of us."

"She's mine, Seth."

"She could be our girl. Don't tell me you haven't thought about it. It’s not like it would be the first time.”

Corey’s breathing heavily, and I’m trying to tell if he’s just turned on at the thought or furious. "Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?"

"Only if she's interested." I shrug, but there's nothing casual about the heat building within me. "I'm pretty sure she is. The question is - are you?"

He drags a hand through my hair, wanting to punch him. "You're insane."

"That's not a no." I say, my voice dropping to a whisper.

"It's not a yes either." But we both know it's a lie. "This could get messy. Really fucking messy."

"Everything worth having usually does." I push off my counter, headed back toward the living room. "Ball's in your court, partner."

"Make no mistake." Corey's voice drops to that dangerous octave I recognize from boardroom takeovers. "I call dibs. But..." He glances toward the living room where Abbie waits. "If she wants you like I think she does from the looks she's been giving you all night, I'm not going to deny her."

I search Corey’s expression. "You sure about this?"

"When am I not sure?" He adjusts his cuffs, a habit I've seen a thousand times before big decisions. "We'll play it by ear. See where it goes."

"Like Vegas?" The words are careless, haphazard as they run out of my mouth.

"Better than Vegas." His eyes darken with memory. "This time we both know exactly what we're getting into."

I grab the whiskey bottle, needing something to do with my hands. "And if it blows up in our faces?"

"Then it blows up." Corey shrugs, but there's tension in his shoulders. "I've seen how she looks at you when she thinks I'm not watching. And I've definitely seen how you look at her. I’m not an idiot."

I fold my arms across my chest. "We’re doing this, huh? This is…."

"Complicated? Hot? Potentially the best decision we've ever made?"

"All of the above." The whiskey burns going down. "You're really okay with this?"

"More than okay." He takes the bottle from me, taking another swig. "But remember - I saw her first."

"Yeah, yeah." I roll my eyes, but my pulse is racing. "You always did like calling shotgun."

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