Page 17 of Pucking Tangled
Maybe he didn’t let himself feel it before, because Mia was involved with someone. An asshole who didn’t cherish her, but he made her happy. For a little while. Or maybe it was because he was struggling with the same thing that Casey currently was.
She wasthebest friend.
Off-limits.
Friend zoned.
But what if she could be so much more?
Casey uncovered his eyes and gripped Owen’s forearms like a vice. “Fine. I admit it. I want to fuck my best friend. I want her. I want you. I’m fuckingin lovewith her, okay?” Tears filled Casey’s eyes with his confession.
“Casey.” Owen jerked his boyfriend harder, matching every thrust with a tight tug of his cock. Once. Twice. And again until he grunted and filled Casey’s hole, while Casey’s cum coated his stomach.
Owen hovered over Casey, panting and trying to catch his breath before he pulled out and rolled over onto his back. “Give me a minute and I’ll get you cleaned up,” he huffed.
Casey let out the faintest sniffle.
“Case?” Owen moved to his side and propped himself up on one elbow. “Baby. Talk to me.”
“I love you,” were the first words out of Casey’s mouth.
“I know you do,” Owen reassured him.
“But, I wasn’t lying when I said I’m in love with her, too.” Casey swiped angrily at the tears falling from his eyes. “That’s not why I invited her to move in here, though.”
“I know that, too.” Owen gave him a gentle smile.
“God. What the hell am I going to do, O?”
“Baby, it’s not the first time we’ve been with the same woman. Who says we can’t try again?”
Casey shook his head. “That shit never works out, Owen. You know that. Mia’s worth more than that. She’s different. She’s not a girl you have a casual fling with, get your rocks off with, and move on.”
“You think I don’t realize that? Case, have you ever stopped to think that maybe it didn’t work out before because those girls weren’t the right fit? Maybe Mia is the missing piece.”
“The missing piece?” Casey looked at him and raised his brow. “I wasn’t aware that anything was missing.”
Owen smirked. “Exactly. But tell me you don’t feel like it is now.”
“I fucking hate you,” Casey chuckled and shoved Owen’s chest. “I’m going to wash up. Go the fuck to sleep, old man.”
Owen started to protest, but Casey barreled out of the bedroom like his ass was on fire. The bathroom door closed behind him, and Owen heard the tell-tale sound of the lock clicking into place.
They would figure this all out.
One way or another.
They had to.
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Mia
“Mia?”Owen called her name with concern in his voice.
“Huh?” She looked up at him, her coffee cup wrapped in both hands.
Had she been staring off into space again?
