EMILY
Wyatt has something on his mind. I was wrong yesterday, when my first impression was that he isn’t that smart. He’s very clever, and quite observant, but also very much an open book.
And something happened on our hike back down to the cabin that has him thinking hard.
On the way to the farmers market, he tries to get me to sit in the front seat of Heath’s truck, but I insist on sitting in the back row so I can observe them together. There’s something they aren’t telling me. A stark reminder that I’ve only known them for a day, even if they’ve been watching me for months.
Months.
The annoying guy in my lab has been less present in my dorm since the renovations began. Come to think of it, no guys have knocked on my door since the workers have been around.
I chew on that thought, shocked at the secret thrill I get. I should be offended, but I’m not.
They were being overprotective from the very start. Both of them, probably, but in very different ways. Wyatt would be like a jealous, possessive boyfriend. And Heath… Boyfriend isn’t the right word for Heath.
And it’s interesting to me that Wyatt isn’t jealous of his boss, when he would be jealous of anyone else sniffing around me; I know that in my bones.
I grin to myself.
“Having fun back there?”
I glance up and meet Heath’s gaze in the rearview mirror. “Yep.”
His mouth tugs up in a lazy, pleased grin. “Good.”
No, Heath doesn’t give off jealous boyfriend vibes.
* * *
Back at the cabin, Heath puts away the groceries as Wyatt and I start a fire in the woodstove. I didn’t get to that last night, and it was a bit chilly overnight.
Wouldn’t have been that cold if we’d all slept together.That’s my big plan for tonight. Heath doesn’t get to put me to bed and put off the big sex finale.
Not that I think he will. He held my hand through most of the farmers market, even when I was also holding Wyatt’s hand. I liked being in the middle of the two of them.
I want that again, tonight, but we’re all going to be naked.
Once the fire is going, Wyatt tackles me onto the couch. I stretch out beneath him, savoring his eager kisses. He doesn’t make a move to take off my clothes, seeming content to make out hungrily, and I get lost in how good he tastes.
When he finally releases me, it’s only to roll up onto his knees so he can strip off his own shirt because the fire has gotten quite warm.
And that’s when I realize Heath is sitting in the chair across from us.
“Hi,” I say breathlessly. I scamper off the couch and cross to him, crawling into his lap. “How long were you watching us?”
“Long enough to get hard.” He thrusts his hips against me. “Ready for another lesson?”
I squeak in delight. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, please?”
“Mmm, good girl.” He kisses me, his tongue where Wyatt’s just was, his hands hard on my hips. “I think it’s time to talk about fucking.”
From behind me, Wyatt groans, a deep, appreciative sound.
“Hear that? He wants to be inside you.”