Page 158 of Bound By Her

“You think she’s too good for us,” Bryson mused, stepping forward, “or too good foryou?”

Kaydon’s teeth nipped at Seth’s earlobe, making him shudder. He squirmed, grinding his ass against Kaydon’s growing erection.

A soft growl rumbled in Kaydon’s throat, vibrating into Seth’s chest.

Bryson gripped his chin, forcing Seth to meet his gaze. “You like her.”

“No,” Seth lied, tearing his eyes away.

A light slap landed on his cheek—not painful, but just enough to send heat spreading beneath his skin.

Bryson narrowed his eyes, stepping in closer. “Dammit, Seth, it wasn’t a question.”

Kaydon, lips brushing Seth’s ear, was the one to say it first. “I like her.”

Bryson blinked, surprised.

“Oh, what, like you didn’t see that coming?” Kaydon teased.

Seth’s voice was quiet. “Do you like her?”

Bryson shrugged, hands up. “She’s nice, and I don’t hate her, but I wouldn’t go that far.”

Kaydon smirked. “Nice?”

Bryson rolled his eyes. “Fine. She’s sexy. She winds me up. That’s all.”

It was more than that.

Seth knew it.

Kaydon knew it.

But no one was about to push Bryson into admitting what he wasn’t ready to say.

Instead, Seth curled a leg around Bryson, pulling him in closer, pressing them all together. “Maybe I do like her. Which is why if you talk to her, I want you to promise you won’t hurt her.”

The look Bryson gave him knocked the air from Seth’s lungs.

“I’m not gonna hurt her,” Bryson said, his voice softer now. “Who do you think I am?”

Your father.

My father.

The words were there. On the tip of Seth’s tongue. But they were unfair.

Bryson didn’t hurt people—not innocent ones, anyway.

And he was trying.

Adria said love was about giving, not asking for anything in return.

Seth swallowed and shook his head. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

Bryson’s fingers slipped under Seth’s chin, lifting his face. “You don’t have to be sorry, Killer.”

His lips brushed against Seth’s, a soft tease of contactbefore Kaydon tightened his grip around him, caging them together.

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