Page 85 of Small Towns, Wild Hearts

He groaned. “It hurts, but for the love of God, I’m begging you to not stop.”

“I’m not a quitter. I won’t stop until you feel relief.”

“Am I interrupting?” Nick’s amused voice rumbled behind me.

I glanced over my shoulder. He stood there, a grin tipping his lips, a pair of swim shorts slung low on his hips and a towel flipped over his shoulder.

“Hey.” Oh god, that sounded breathless. Or maybe it was just me.

Matt glanced over his shoulder with an arched brow.

Okay, so not me. I totally sounded like a bitch in heat after gobbling up the view.

“Hey,” he said, leaning against the beam nearest to the tub. “Steppin’ out on me?”

“I have a feeling you’d be welcome to join us,” I said with a laugh. Matt sat on the lower step between my thighs while I pummeled the muscles in his back. Seth and Landon, well, they occasionally brushed against me as they made out in the corner closest to me.

Matt hummed, his interested gaze snagging on Nick and traveling over him top to bottom. “He’s definitely invited. He yours?”

“It’s complicated.”

“It’s not,” Nick answered with a firm nod. “I’m hers.”

His tone left no room for argument, the sound setting off butterflies low in my belly. Two words and he had me knocked right back off balance, even more so than this morning with Daniel.

“So, I’ll just appreciate the view then.”

“What on earth!” My mother’s shrill voice cut across my nerves and the butterflies fluttered to the pit of my stomach in a slow death, cooling my fevered blood and obliterating any buzz of arousal lingering in my veins.

Okay, so this looked bad. I definitely appeared to be stepping out on my man orgy style.

And my mother, God love her, was actually standing there clutching a set of pearls around her throat.

Because, of course she was.

Nick grinned and nodded to me, that smug smirk saying,how do you plan to explain this one?

Challenge accepted.

“What’s going on here?” Nick’s mother demanded from where she stood with my mom when no one spoke. Ironically, she was not clutching a set of pearls. Instead she had her hands on her hips, her chest puffed out, ready to battle.

A total mood… and one I had to respect despite having been on the receiving end of sharp daggers flying at me from narrowed eyes.

“It’s okay, Nick’s a cuck. He likes this.”

Nick’s mouth flattened into a grim line and his eyes blazed with a furious intensity, promising revenge.

“A cuck? What’s a cuck? Is this a sex thing?”

Matt glanced over at Seth and Landon, who’d stopped fucking each other with their tongues long enough to take in the show. They all burst out laughing and in unison said, “For everyone but the cuck.”

“So, it is a sex thing,” his mother said. “Nick, are you gay?”

“No, Mom, I’m not gay.” He took each of their elbows and steered them back the way they came, but not before shooting a hot, hard look over his shoulder and mouthing the words, “You’re dead.”

CHAPTER8

Nick

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