The Heartbreakers

One big hand settles on my waist from behind, and Peyton’s clean cotton scent and his warm, solid chest against my back cause my knees to feel week. “We agreed that whoever takes your first time, will try his best to make it good for you, Snow.”

He then looks at Channing, resting his chin in the crook of my neck. “That’s why if Channing had fucked you for the first time in the back of his truck, J and I would throw his balls from ten thousand feet next time we jump.”

Channing flips him off. “Come on, dude! Do you think I’m that fucking stupid? We just went to see a movie and we made out. I knew what the deal was and you know I’d never betray you guys.”

Jameson’s gray eyes darken with suspicion. “Right. But that isn’t all you guys did. I see the way you’re looking at each other. What the fuck happened last night?”

“Channing is telling the truth, Jameson.” I appease him, placing the palm of my hand on his ripped chest and feeling his strong, steady heartbeat under the cotton of his t-shirt. “We just kissed and then he—”

Peyton’s arms tighten around my waist. “Then what?”

Channing’s eye roll would be funny if his words didn’t cause a rush of heat to invade my entire body at the memory of last night. “Then I fingered her. Len wanted to return the favor, but we were outside on my truck bed and—”

“And you’re so anal about keeping your truck clean!” Peyton laughs.

“Fuck you!” Channing chuckles and I’m relieved that there’s no real heat in his tone. “It wasn’t just that. I was fucking dying to see Lenley naked, so I took her to a hotel—”

Jameson interrupts him again. “You took her to a hotel? So you were planning to fuck her!”

Channing’s tone is dripping with frustration. “Goddamn it, dude, would you slow your fucking roll? I took her to a hotel because ...” His voice fades away. “Fuck, you’re right. I really wanted to fuck her but I was honoring our agreement. I would’ve made it good for her, I swear.”

“All right, then.” Peyton decides. “As long as Lenley had a good time, you’re off the hook, Chan. Did you have a good time, Snow?” he asks from behind me, his hot breath tickling my neck.

“I did.” I confirm.

“Did Channing make you come?” Is Jameson’s question.

I nod, my body coming alive under Jameson’s hot silver gaze.

“Good.” He smiles, but there’s a hint of mischief in the gray depths of his eyes. “However, Peyton and I don’t appreciate being left here to work while Chan was having fun with you, princess. Am I right, Pey?”

Peyton hums his agreement against the column of my neck, moving my hair to the side. “Yeah, definitely.”

Jameson continues, looking at Channing with a satisfied smirk. “I think your behavior grants a fine, because you ditched work for a chick.” He winks at me. “Team’s rule. You get fined if you ditch work without a valid excuse.”

“Whatever!” Channing snaps, taking his wallet from the back pocket of his jean shorts and extracting a hundred dollar bill. “Take my money and let’s get over this, huh?”

Jameson’s smile widens. “Not so fast, Chan. I think money isn’t the appropriate fine, given the circumstances.”

Channing takes a step back, lifting his hands, palms up in a defensive way. “Oh, hell no! I’m not jumping naked again. Last time it was so freezing that my balls were about to fall off. No fucking way!”

“That isn’t what your fine is going to be. You know we invited Lenley to hang out to tell her that our tests came back and hoping to get a real start on her training. I think that as a fine for skipping work yesterday and spending the day with Lenley, your fine should be that today you don’t get to play.”

Jameson’s proposal is met with a chuckle from Peyton and a groan from Channing.

“Aww man!” He gripes. “That’s so unfair!”