Page 34 of Save Me
Would Ronan share me with his friend?
My stomach tightens with unease at that thought. “Maybe another time.”
“Come on, you gotta. Wolf set us up with a killer pad. Four-story house right on the beach. Pool, rooftop patio. It’s mint.”
“He setmeup,” Ronan corrects. “You are a squatter.”
“And I shall reap the benefits. Opal Reef?” Connor asks, backing away.
“Seraphina’s first. Cocktails for sunset.”
“Okay, then let’s roll. I’m fucking famished.” Connor pats his stomach and the washboard abs I know are hiding under there.
“You’re always famished,” Ronan says.
“You should be happy I’m so predictable.” He aims for a lengthy hallway.
I smile at their easy banter. Maybe Connor’s invitation was innocent and I’m imagining things. I shouldn’t assume he’s attracted to me, even though he’s an incessant flirt and as smooth as butter on a hot day.
Cody joked a few times about inviting Rebel or Skye into our bed. I should have caught the red flags, but that’s beside the point. My answer was always an abrupt no, followed by a fight. No, I wasn’t willing to share him.
He never suggested bringing another man in—to share me. I can’t even wrap my head around that.
How many of the women Ronan and Connor end up with have never considered the possibility until they find themselves facing these two? They’re charming and easygoing, the vibe around them warm and inviting. Add in a few drinks, and how many would decline?
Would I, honestly?
A mental picture hits me then as my imagination takes off in sordid directions of where this night could end, and a furious flush heats my cheeks.
“You good?” Ronan settles a hand at the small of my bare back, the heat of his touch sending a warm shiver along my spine.
“Yeah. Great.” Though I’m beginning to wish I were completely clueless about these two and their extracurricular activities.
We fall into step with Connor, me sandwiched between the two tall pillars of easy confidence as we stroll. I take in the arched ceilings with tropical plant leaves painted in murals over them, and the marble floors, and the stone water fountain that spouts water from a mermaid’s mouth. The décor is rich and lush; every detailappears painstakingly considered. Even the air smells expensive—of Japanese cherry blossoms.
“Not bad, right?” Ronan asks as if reading my mind.
I shrug it off with an “It’s all right.” No way will I be caught dead admiring this place. I will admit to myself, though, I may have cursed every day of this build and prayed for spontaneous fires, termites, even a hurricane to tear it down, but as I walk along the corridor, it would be a luxurious hotel to stay in.
Up ahead, two female staff members tend to a lush living wall. When they note us coming, they pause their task to watch us approach with rapt interest. Or rather, watch the two men who bank my sides. I can’t fault them for that. Ronan and Connor were both granted divine gifts in the physical department. They could grace magazines. Hell, Ronan basically did for the Wolf wedding.
Clearly, they appeal to the staff of the hotel. But do people around here know exactly how good of friends these two are?
“Hey, Con,” the dirty blond calls out, pulling off her gloves to smooth a crease in her botanical green uniform.
“Lily.” Connor flashes a million-watt smile in greeting as his pace slows a touch.
“You having people over this weekend?” she asks, toying with her ponytail.
The brunette pretends to be focused on a succulent while stealing frequent glances at Ronan.
It sounds like these girls have been to their house. They’re both young and attractive. Did they all hook up? Am I going to be looking ateverywoman and wondering this?
“Nope. Sorry, got out-of-town guests,” Ronan answers for him.
“Next week, for sure,” Connor promises.
“We’ll see.” Ronan spears him with a warning glare.
