I shake my head. “I’m not really the guy for you, Emily. Not like Wyatt is.”
“But—” Emily cuts herself off as Wyatt pushes his hand higher up her shirt. “Ah…”
He murmurs something I can’t hear, and she nods.
I know he can feel her nipple in the palm of his hand, and that’s enough to twist my brain inside out.
Which is why I’m not sure I hear Wyatt correctly when he fixes his gaze on me—that wild look I’ve seen before, when he told me he was going to marry this girl—and says something impossible to Emily. “We could share you. Would you like that? Heath’s fingers between your legs and my mouth on your pretty little tits?”
She nods, her gaze locked on my face. “I want you both.”
Is this a dream?
Of course I want nothing more than to sink into her tight little body. It’s been too long since I’ve been with a woman, and never like this. I shake my head.
This little girl has bewitched me.
Not a girl. A woman on the brink of adulthood. Innocent but ready. No wonder Wyatt was drawn to her. She’s perfect for him. The two of them have found each other in the universe, and now I’m in the way.
But I’m not dreaming, because Emily reaches out her hand to me. “Don’t go.”
Wyatt lifts his heavy gaze, and when his eyes meet mine, they’re unexpectedly challenging.
“Stay,” he says. And his voice is firm. “She wants you too.”