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“You’re very cute and funny and …” I leave him hanging.
“With a huge schlong, an enormous ball sack, and supercharged sperm. That’s what you were going to say.”
He spoons more deliciousness into my mouth as I laugh. “Schlong?”
“Yeah, you know, my ‘silent flute,’ ‘Philly cheesesteak,’ ‘the pleasure pump.’”
I choke. “You did not just call your cock those names.” I blink through the tears of laughter. “I’m never going to look at a Philly cheesesteak sandwich again.”
“You don’t have a secret garden, a fud, a tuna taco?”
I push him. “Stop. No, I don’t.” I put the empty bowl on the filthy, filthy bar.
“You need to sanitize this with bleach four hundred times, and not think of naming your penis.”
“No, Angel, it’s a huge giant schlong.” He picks up a rag and a bottle and starts squirting liquid onto the bar, a smile that matches mine.
“Hey, baby. I’ve been thinking about you.” A pair of soft lips land on the back of my neck.
Caught up in taking the bowls into the kitchen I didn’t notice Knox’s silent approach. I jump. “Stop being so stealthy, Braveheart.”
Knox chuckles. His gaze goes between Finn and me. He does a double take and smiles.
“So, there’s no more stomping around the bar like you’ve lost your puppy now, Finn?”
Finn shoots him a smile and raises his eyebrows.
“Randy fucker,” Knox mutters. His arm is around my waist. “See you later, Firecracker.” His breath is warm against my cheek. A command, not a question, and I shiver which he notices and chuckles. “Maybe you’d like to see all of us later?”
He searches my eyes while I search his and find possessiveness, lust and something I can’t make out, but I love a difficult equation, and Knox is String Theory.
I blush as an image soaks my brain of being taken by all three repeatedly. Being loved, possessed and worshipped by these men, who possess, own, and cherish me. Hotness shoots between my legs, and my heart twists.
He must read my desire in my eyes, he says. “Yeah, me too.” He kisses my forehead, and like a ghost, he’s gone.
With my body on fire but my mind in turmoil, I question myself.
Do I want all of them at once?
“I’ll be seeing you later, Angel.” Finn also kisses my forehead, then carries on cleaning the bar.
Chapter Fifteen
LACHLAN
I’ve eaten the sandwich Georgia made me, which touched me deeply. Ham, cheese, and tomato hanging out of the side of the rough cut. It’s Sunday morning, and I’m fixing her door while she’s sitting on a deck chair I pulled from the garage. I scrubbed it down, sprayed it and toweled it dry. There’s no way her gorgeous body will come in contact with dirt or cobwebs.
“So, you like to use your hands to fix things?” She crosses her long tanned, firm legs encased in cut-off denim shorts that distract me no end.
“Aye. I think we established that last time.”
This morning I set the bird free. Her wing had healed. I waited nervously like a new father as she hopped around testing her wing before taking flight. Georgia watched transfixed, clasping my hand when the little bird finally flew.
I’m not much of a talker. I’m far happier fixing shit and making people happy. It occupies my mind. When my mind isn’t filled, all sorts of black shit seeps through. I don’t need that. I don’t need reminding I’m not enough.
I shake off the shadow lurking three steps behind me. If I stop, the fucker will catch me, and who knows what’ll happen? I owe Knox and Finn everything. I know they gave up their futures, so I’d have what they didn’t.
Eye on the prize, Lachlan.
