Her Best Men

“Okay. Okay, okay, okay. I want all the damn details. What you said. How he reacted. How many tears he cried. Did he get snotty? I bet he got snotty,” Lizzie said.

“Hold on, let me get another piece of pizza and crack open a beer for this story,” I said.

CHAPTER 18

WYATT

I saw the way he was looking at Katie. The way he leaned in to kiss her before we came down the damn hall. I knew it. I knew the two of them had fuck

ed. What the fuck was my brother thinking? He wasn’t that thick-headed. He had to have known that the two of us had something going on. But I couldn’t really be upset with him. I knew Katie’s allure was strong. I knew she was a beautiful woman. I knew what her clothes hid and how her sounds drove a man wild. And it wasn’t like we had things turned up like they obviously did. Dylan was ready to put a smack on her in the middle of the damn resort lobby. The only reason he didn’t do it was because we came around the damn corner.

I felt the same fucking way so I couldn't be pissed that he was making moves on her, too.

But the way she was looking up at him made me jealous. The way her eyes lit up, and the way her body was turned into him. We’d shared women in the past before, and most of them enjoyed going to Dylan. A lot of women had this older man thing they wanted to fulfill and, with Dylan graying at the temples a bit, they got their rocks off with that shit.

The issue was, I didn’t want to share Katie.

I wanted her to be mine.

“You good?”

Andrew’s voice pulled me from my thoughts before I continued to shovel shit out of the horse stalls.

“Yep. I’m good,” I said.

“Ya don’t look good. Been callin’ your name for a couple minutes now. What gives?” Andrew asked.

“Just thinkin’ ‘bout some things.”

“Like what?”

“Like why the hell you fuckin’ care,” I said.

“Hey, hey, hey. You get some bad pussy or somethin’? ‘Cause you’re pretty pissed.”

“Nothin’. Well. Can I get your opinion on somethin’?”

“Sure. What’s up, brother?”

“I’m thinkin’ ‘bout askin’ Katie out. Like, on a bonafide date. Dinner. Drinks. Maybe some dancin’ or horseback ridin’.”

“Sounds like a nice date,” he said.

“So, you’d be okay with that?” I asked.

“The fuck you askin’ me for? She’s a free woman. If she wants to have dinner and drinks and shoot the shit with ya, then that’s what she’ll do.”

“So, I should do it,” I said.

“If ya gotta ask me for permission, then your balls ain’t big enough to handle a woman like Katie yet. Let it stew, and if ya still wanna ask her out after sleepin’ on it, then just fuckin’ do it,” he said.

“Fine, fine. I got it. You need anythin’ else?”

“Yeah. Requisitions are due to Dylan today. Got yours for the feed?”

“Yep. In that folder in the corner,” I said.

“Thanks. And Wyatt?”