“Maybe you can take care of them for me,” Aro says with a quick wink and a grab of his junk.
The smile slides off Boomer’s face as he stands. “Never gonna happen, man.”
We watch, a little confused, as Boomer walks right out of the room and disappears down the hallway.
I turn back around to face the rest of the guys.
“What did you assholes do to piss him off?” I ask.
“Nothing,” Ugly responds. “Maybe Slick can go put him in a better mood.”
The woman in question narrows her eyes. “I’d never touch any of you assholes.”
“Well, there goes my evening plans,” Aro jokes, wincing when Slick hits him in the head with a beer cap.
We all laugh, but I’m not exactly feeling very humorous at the moment. Boomer’s reaction to being teased should probably warrant a little more attention, but I can’t get the conversation I had with Grace earlier out of my head.
She wants a threesome. What started out as some unspoken game to one up each other managed to turn into planning the damn thing for her.
My stomach turns as I look around the room, taking note of each of the members sitting in the living room. Obviously, I’d never ask Boomer. If the man can’t take a dirty joke, there’s no telling the reaction I’d get if I suggested something as taboo as a threesome. His head would probably explode.
The prospect of Slick, another woman, doesn’t bother me as much as considering another man, but I know it won’t do the damage I need to finally rid myself of the feelings I have for Grace. Getting dirty with another woman would just leave me craving more, and for some fucked-up reason, the thought of touching a woman other than Grace makes my skin crawl. I refuse to spend time pondering that revelation. Plus, Slick just said she’d never mess around with any of us.
I shake away the image of Slick lowering her mouth to Grace’s pussy and move on to the man sitting across from her.
Aro seems like a good bet. He has run through more women in the short time he’s been here than anyone else. The man doesn’t seem to form attachments. Hell, he can’t even commit to remembering their names long enough to see them out the front door of the clubhouse.
Spade has never bragged about his conquests, so I have no idea if the man has ever been involved in a threesome. That makes me cut his name from the list quickly. Getting busy with two people at the same time is a lot of fun. The last thing I need is the man falling in love with Grace or having such a good time that he wants to keep doing it over and over. I need her gone from the clubhouse and being in Spade’s bed isn’t the way to make that happen.
Ugly is just too damn pretty. How the man got the nickname is beyond me, other than considering Marines are assholes and people in his platoon saw just how good looking the man was and saddled him with the opposite. I hated the look in his eyes when she first walked into the clubhouse. He’s attracted to her, but I know he’ll never make a move on her, considering what she’s been through. He knows the woman is here to heal, not jump on the first willing cock.
Besides, she’s already done that. My cock was willing, as it always is around her, and we had sex in the hotel before leaving Nebraska.
I shake my head, knowing I’ll never be able to decide which one of these assholes would volunteer for my request. I’m a fool to think if I brought up the topic that everyone would throw their hands up and refuse. Hell, if this reunion with Grace wasn’t forced on me by her own situation, I wouldn’t turn down the offer if one of the guys was looking for a third. In fact, I’ve never turned down an invite.
Knowing that I’d turn it down if someone asked tonight makes things so damned complicated.
I’m not supposed to be concerned about Grace on any other level than making sure she feels okay after what happened to her. I shouldn’t worry about what she’d think of me if she heard I walked her to Shadow’s after our drive and then went and got busy with someone else. I seriously can’t think about the ache it causes in my chest to picture a disappointed look on her face.
And all of that means this threesome is just something I have go through with.
“I’m going to need someone—”
“Your girl,” Aro says.
I tilt my head.
“She just darted down the hallway,” Ugly says, nodding his head behind me.
I jump up quicker than a man who’s determined to put distance between Grace and me should. I don’t bother to tell the assholes that she’s not my girl before I head in her direction.