“Umm ... not really. I think I covered all of the high points,” Ro said.
“Sweetheart, you can’t just drop a bomb like that and expect us to nod like we understand. That’s a new one for both of us …”
Ro smiled. “You and me both. But it’s over and done with. I’m sorry for freaking out.”
“What if we swore there’d be no strap-ons in sight? Would the idea of a three-way really be that horrible?” Zach asked.
Ro’s gaze shot to Zach and then swung around to stare at Graham. “I thought you said he was joking? You two … wait … are you …? Good God, I really have no gaydar.”
“No. We’re not gay,” Graham replied. “We just have a kink. And, at that moment, Zach was joking. He knew you weren’t ready to climb in bed with us. Trust me, that’s not something we spring on women. We’re all about full disclosure up front.”
“So you’re saying ... I mean ... what?” Ro couldn’t form a coherent sentence. The idea of being between these two men—in the bed she was currently sitting on—had her heart thumping like a drunken tap-dancing leprechaun on St. Patrick’s Day.
Zach squatted in front of her, the same way he had when she’d been plopped onto the bench of the picnic table a few hours ago. God, was that only a few hours ago? It seemed like it had been days ago, at least.
“Ro, baby, I didn’t mean to spring it on you like that. You don’t need to get all worked up about it, but it’s good that you know. Because I think I can safely say that we’re both attracted as all hell to you. And if you’d let us, we’d—” Ro reached out and put her hand over his mouth, cutting off his words.
“Please. Just ... not right now. I can’t even process … I just … I don’t know,” Ro stuttered, and then paused to take a deep breath and tried again, shaking her head. “I can’t deal with this right now. I’m not staying, and I’m not looking for a one-night stand, even if you throw out that old line about this being the last night on Earth. So just, I don’t know, let me go to bed, and we’ll forget we had this conversation. I mean, seriously, please forget everything I told you. It definitely wasn’t my finest moment.” Ro removed her hand from Zach’s mouth, and he didn’t speak. She looked to Graham, and he stayed silent as well. If he looked disappointed, that wasn’t Ro’s problem, or so she told herself. Both men studied her before they gave her a nod, standing and leaving the room without another word.
Graham strode out of the bedroom and straight out of the cabin into the night. Hell, at this rate, he’d be pulling an all-nighter instead of sleeping.
He dropped into one of the chairs on the covered porch that fronted the cabin, and rested his elbows on his knees. He rubbed his face roughly, trying to figure out what the fuck just happened.
Zach slumped into the chair next to his.
“Well, that was unexpected.”
“Understatement of the fucking century, man. What the fuck were you thinking, anyway? Springing that shit on her like that? You used to be smooth. Lost your magic touch.” Graham almost groaned when he thought about how fast that situation had deteriorated. Goat fuck two-point-oh.
“Yeah, not my best moment. But seriously, did you ever expect a reaction like that? Or a story like that? I mean, good God. What the fuck?”
“True, but still. Messed up beyond belief. And when I was just starting to get a taste of her.”
“Sweet?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe.”
“You want more?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe.”
“You want to keep her?”
Graham looked at him before admitting quietly, “Like you wouldn’t believe.”
“How are we going to make it happen?”
“Fuck if I know. Before, I thought we just had to worry about her being dead set on lighting out of here as soon as humanly possible, but now we’ve got this other shit to deal with, too. And you wonder why I’ve never been keen to get involved with anyone.”
“But she’s sweet.”
“Hell yes. Not that you’d know.” Graham couldn’t help but rub it in.
“Oh, I’ll get mine. Don’t you worry, old man.”
“Fuck you.”
“Sorry, man, don’t swing that way.”
“Fuck off, jackass. I’m going to get a shower, and then I’m crashing. It’s been a long fucking day.”
“I’m gonna grab some rack time. I’ll keep an eye on our girl. Make sure she doesn’t go for another midnight rendezvous.” Zach was laughing at him now. But Graham didn’t punch him because he was too busy liking the way ‘our girl’ sounded.
“Heard about that already?”
“Everyone has. Not sure how many of them will still respect you in the morning when they know a little slip of a girl won’t even follow your orders.”