Sam’s arms suddenly folded around my hips from behind. “Go get dressed. We can have this conversation when you aren’t half naked with my front door wide-ass open.”
I knew the moment Henry saw Sam. His jaw slacked open and cartoon hearts might as well have floated from his eyes. Sam and Devon recognized the moment too, because Devon’s eyes flared wide and Sam instinctively took a step away with me securely tucked into his side.
Henry prowled forward as Sam’s gaze bounced down to me in bewilderment.
“You probably should have been the one to get dressed first,” I told Sam as Henry continued his nonconsensual eye-fucking of my boyfriend.
Boyfriend?
Maybe that’s a bit much.
Is it?
Sam’s hand flexed at my hips, and I couldn’t help but smile at the idea. I hadn’t been so excited about the idea of calling someone my boyfriend since fifth grade, when Jay Rogers passed me a note asking me to check yes or no.
I was still lost in schoolgirl musings when Sam interrupted my thoughts.
“Hey, so, I’m Sam. You must be Henry.” He extended a hand forward.
I laughed when Henry looked down at his hand then bent to the side, licking his lips as he openly checked out Sam’s package. Then I laughed even louder as Sam shifted me in front of him to block Henry’s assessment.
I should have said something to defuse the insanely awkward situation, but where was the fun in that? I looked up at Sam and very matter-of-factly said, “I told you he was going to try to woo you.”
“This is wooing?”
“You would be surprised how many men have fallen victim to him with far less.”
Devon shook his head as Henry continued to stare in awe, pacing a tight circle around us.
“Is he going to say something?” Sam whispered.
“Unfortunately, yes. And when he does, you’ll wish for the weird silence again.”
Suddenly, Henry stilled and peeled his shirt over his head, announcing, “Threesome.”
“Excuse me?” Sam questioned as Henry advanced.
“Fine, twosome, but Levee gets to watch. She is my best friend, after all.”
I giggled as I pressed a hand into Henry’s bare chest. “Put your damn shirt back on and leave him alone.”
He groaned, finally dragging his eyes off Sam. “This is so not fair. Why would you flaunt this fine specimen of a straight man in front of me and not even let me nibble. Do you not love me at all?” He pouted.
“No one is nibbling anything,” Sam quickly added.
Henry winked. “Yet.”
Sam stepped away and dug into his pocket. “Jesus, I need a cigarette.”
“Oh, me too. Let’s go outside,” Henry agreed, starting to follow after him.
I caught his arm. “Don’t you dare! First of all, you don’t smoke. Second of all, Sam is completely off-limits to you. Let it go.”
His shoulders sagged in defeat. “You’re so selfish,” he whined, pulling his shirt back on.
“Maybe, but if you quit your bitching, we could watch him walk away together. His ass is insane.”
“Seriously?” Sam asked cynically.
“Well, now, you’re just being mean. But I accept.” Henry tossed his arm around my shoulders.
We both turned to Sam, who was squinting his eyes in disbelief at our objectifying exchange.
Henry made the shooing motion toward him. “Go ahead, hot man. Smoke your cigarette. And, before you ask, yes, I’m perfectly okay with you envisioning it’s me you’re putting in your mouth.”
“Henry!” I scolded then burst into laughter.
“What?” He feigned innocence.
Sam curled his lip in disgust then barked a laugh while scratching the back of his head in what could only be described as astonishment. “Yeah. I…uh… Come on, Sampson.”
The dog trotted after him.
I slapped Henry on the chest. “You dumbass. Don’t screw this up for me. You know I like him.”
“Yes, I do. And I completely know why now. Fuck, that man is sexy.”