I laughed as shock washed over me. Fuck if I knew. I shrugged and climbed out of the truck, running my hands through my hair as I climbed the steps of his porch. They’d shared her without me. I was jealous as hell but also turned on at the idea of her between them. The only thing hotter would be having been there, too. I wasn’t sure what it said about me that I had those complex feelings about a woman I cared for.
Reagan bit her lip as she coyly closed the distance between us. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she hooked one leg around my thighs and I had no choice but to catch her as she tossed the other one up carelessly. Gripping her thighs as I held her, I looked down at her and saw the concern in her eyes. Even drunk as shit, she was worried about my feelings.
She ran her hands down my head and neck, stroking my tense muscles. “The only thing that would’ve made it better is if you’d been there, too.”
My hands tightened on her thighs and she whimpered as she rocked her core into my stomach. I pressed a kiss to her forehead and put her down, unwilling to start anything when she was so drunk. “Feel free to invite me next time.”
Resting her hands on my chest, she smiled up at me and then looked over at August and Charlie. “You’re all always invited. Alone or all together, you three make me come like I never even thought possible. Plus, I like you. All of you. I like having all three of you. Even when I was a teenager and didn’t know a damn thing, had never even kissed a boy, I imagined all three of you. I’m selfish. I want each of you. I don’t want to share.”
I swallowed around my racing heart and stroked her hair. “Alright. How about we get you to bed before the hangover hits?”
She pouted and spun away from me. “I want to play with Hunter.”
August whistled for his dog, but Hunter was already sprinting towards the porch. He saw Reagan and they both met on the wide planks of the porch decking. Hunter wiggled like mad and went onto his back while Reagan giggled and scratched his belly, obsessing over him.
“Inside. Both of you.” August sighed and pushed the door open, allowing Hunter and Reagan to run in together. He looked over at me and glared. “Not a word.”
I laughed. “What would I possibly say?”
Charlie slapped our best friend on the shoulder and chuckled. “Maybe that Auggie is already whipped.”
August slapped the back of Charlie’s head and looked to me. “And you?”
I held up my hands as I walked in and spotted Hunter and Reagan on the couch, cuddling together. Glancing back at August, I watched his eyes soften as he saw them, too. Smiling, I cleared my throat. “Looks like we’re all whipped.”
Not a single one of us bothered denying it.