side of his shaved head, avoiding the gel that holds the middle in place. “Uh...I’m not sure I know what you’re—”
”You know what I’m talking about.” I cut in, lifting the beer to my lips. “If you were smart you’d toy with someone else’s girl.”
His shapely eyebrows shoot up toward his hairline. “Oh. She’s your girl?”
Don't smash your bottle and stab him with it. Don't waste a perfectly good beer.
A smile cracks through his faux shock. “I’m kidding. Ted told me all about you two. I’m only teasing. It’s a bit of fun, that’s all. I swear.”
I slip the bottle between my lips and tip the vessel until the smooth, bubbly beer flows onto my tongue and tickles my taste buds.
“But...” Huss glances over at Ted and Joel who prepare various shots of alcohol in the kitchen. “And this stays between you and me, but if you two decide you want to slip another hotdog into that bun, let me know.”
I stop. Did he suggest what I think he suggested? With tight lips, I swallow my mouthful and lower the bottle.
“Are you suggesting a—”
“An orgy? A three-way? A ménage et trois? Yeah.”
I overtly look him over. Stitches, bruises, broken bones and busted ribs? Is he fucking serious?
“You think you could improve what I already do in the bedroom?” I laugh. “Having you there would only hinder the amount of times I make her come on my own.”
“Please tell me y’all are talking about hot dogs of the edible kind and not of the, you know, cock variety?” Ted interrupts, dropping his heavy body into the recliner next to me.
He brushes fluff off the breast pocket of his black button up shirt before he places his beer on the counter, reaches for his left sleeve and rolls it up to his elbow to match the other.
“Your buddy here is suggesting he and I fuck Emily at the same time.”
Ted freezes as I shift forward, resting my elbows on my knees. Hearing those words aloud and in a sentence doesn’t sit well with me.
Ted turns his wide eyes on Huss with a subtle shake of his head. “What’d I tell you? Are you fucking crazy?”
Huss shrugs his wide shoulders, his smug grin boiling my blood.
“It’s worth a shot. Emily is hot and I wouldn’t mind banging it. Not to mention Jai said he wanted to have fun on his last night so I’m trying to help out. It’s a win-win.”
Banging it. It. Like she's a vagina and nothing else. He makes me sick.
Ted simpers as he leans forward and wraps his fingers around the neck of his bottle. “You’ve got some big balls, Huss. I’ll give you that.”
Huss turns his grin on me. “What do you think?”
“No.”
“No?”
I push myself onto my feet and tower over Huss. He doesn’t back down and I don’t expect him to. As a Special Forces officer I know he’s seen scarier men than me. If he wasn’t already so beat up I’d shove his own foot up his ass.
“No, and if you utter another word—or even think about the possibility of me sharing Emily’s body with you—I’ll hang you from a tree by your nut sack. Understood?”
He blinks his stupid gray eyes at me, the light of a challenge flaring in their depths.
“That’s it? You won’t even consider it? I just want to dip it in—just the tip. I don’t want to take the broad from you. What’s the harm?”
How many times has she put up with these kinds of men in her life? How many times has she settled for something quick—something without substance? It’s no wonder she goes into a state of panic whenever I talk about our relationship. She’s not used to having someone who cares about her wellbeing.
I care.
I care so fucking much and she doesn’t let me show it.
Because of her experience with people like Huss—people who take, and take, but never give. The life I could give her—the houses, the cars—all the fucking ice cream in the world—and she won’t even hear me out?
Because of people like him!
Quickly moistening my lips, I hand my beer to Ted who rushes to