Page 37 of Breathless

Chapter Eight

Wyatt

Yes.

Wyatt claimed her mouth as soon as she said the word, needing to show her much she meant to him. To make her feel good the only way he knew how. He stroked her thighs, her hips, growling as he took in the flavor of fruit and spice that filled her mouth. He had to get inside her now. Yesterday. It had been too fucking long.

The plan.

He opened his eyes and looked at Thoreau through a lust-filled haze. He was watching, staring with an undisguised hunger that gave Wyatt a jolt. Thoreau wanted his turn with Fiona, he told himself. He couldn’t forget their deal. Not tonight.

You like him watching. Admit it.

Before he could argue with himself, Fiona was pulling away from him. “I need a minute to freshen up.”

“You smell fresh enough to me,” Wyatt teased, sniffing down into her shirt playfully.

She wrapped her arms around his head and hummed her approval for a minute before shaking her head. “A minute. I’ll be right back, I promise. There’s no way I’m letting you out of this now.”

He let her up reluctantly, watching as she wobbled away from him on shaky legs.

“Don’t worry, Finn. She’s coming back.” Thoreau grinned, getting up to clear the coffee table. “And so am I.”

When he walked into the kitchen with a stack of plates, Wyatt adjusted the emergency situation in his shorts. Relax, buddy. We’ve got all night. She’ll be back.

They’ll be back.

He leaned his head back on the couch cushion and sighed. If Thor had been trying to get him a little drunk to make this easier, it was working, because the idea of sharing her was looking better all the time.

The casually romantic dinner Thor had planned out had worked, too. At first. Things got heavy pretty quick, but that was on him. Hearing about the way Thoreau’s loving, happy family of bookish geniuses had accepted Hugo had made him wish Elder was alive for five more minutes so he could pop him a good one right in the jaw.

And Fiona… Her trust tonight had been a gift, as painful as the memories were to hear. It made him feel closer to her. Necessary.

He didn’t think he could have this kind of a connection outside of family. Noah had been his sounding board and secret keeper. He used to worry that without him he’d be nothing but the grunt his father made. A cut-out. If he wasn’t Noah’s brother, if he wasn’t one of those Finn boys, who and what would he be?

Maybe he was finding out. Here, he was just Wyatt, couch surfer, book and cereal stealer, taster of refreshing beers. He was Fiona’s guy on Thor’s team, and it could be the beer, but right now that sounded pretty damn good to him.

Thoreau came back for the rest of the plates and Wyatt leaned forward. “Want some help?”

“Nah, I’ve already put the leftovers away. Just dropping these in the sink to soak. You sit there and relax.”

“I’m amazing at that.”

Wyatt stared at Thoreau’s retreating back. He wasn’t a bad guy, once you got over how handsome, successful and massively hung he was. They had more in common than Wyatt thought. Most of it family, sure, but not all.

He might be a little too intense and organized, but he’d also been crazy enough to drop his pants to prove a point.

Wyatt snickered.

The man had balls. Wyatt now knew that in a very literal sense. And he’d also been as up-front as he could be about how he expected things to go. Thoreau would follow his lead.

God, that thought shouldn’t make him so hard, should it?

“All good, Finn?” Thoreau dropped down beside him, glancing toward the hallway before meeting his gaze with an encouraging smile. “Are you ready for this?”

“Phase two?” Wyatt joked, his hand dropping to adjust the erection in his shorts again. “I’m ready. Go team.”

Thoreau smirked, and then Fiona appeared, still dressed, but with a freshly scrubbed face and a hesitant smile. Wyatt opened his arms and she instantly straddled his lap, wrapping herself around him.

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