“So, you’ll be around,” Wyatt says, rubbing his hand up and down his washboard abs. Drawing my attention to how his shorts hang low on his hips, and below his waistband, that impressive bulge is back. He can’t be the bad cop with a hard-on, right? That’s gotta be a rule.
Which means they really aren’t mad at me for being weirdly slutty.
My embarrassment shifts, crystallizes, and narrows to a laser-beam focus. I feel all hot and uncomfortable, not about wanting to see Heath’s cock—he said my name while jerking off, after all, and Wyatt’s got a hard-on right now, so the horny feelings are all mutual—but about my reaction immediately after.
I freaked out, and that’s embarrassing.
I just don’t know how to talk about any of this, because this has never happened to me before.
“I’ll be around,” I repeat, nodding, looking back and forth between them. “Staying in Conception Ridge.”
“That’s great news,” Heath grinds out. He glances over at Wyatt, then stands up. “I’ll get out of your way so you can discuss that further.”
Again? He abandoned us in the hot tub, and now in my bedroom?
Oh, heck no. I jump off my bed and join Wyatt at the doorway, blocking Heath’s exit.