Page 22 of Opening It Up (Humbled Superstars #2)

“ I f he ever treats you wrong again,” Brayden said sourly, sucking down his frappucino with extra sprinkles and cream, “send me a DM immediately and I will be there, no questions asked, to fuck you the way you deserve.”

“Thank you, Brayden,” I said, opening the lid to blow on my chai tea latte. “I had a thoroughly enjoyable time with both of you.”

Leopold automatically handed me the little jar of cinnamon sprinkles, his harsh mouth set in a hard line.

“For once, I have to agree with the young pup. Any time, baby girl. And so I have told Dr. Donaghy.”

I laughed. “I bet he enjoyed that.”

“He did not,” Leopold said, his eyebrows drawn together. “But he needs to know if he won’t treat his wife well, there are men lining up to treat her as she deserves.”

I squeezed his arm affectionately. “You are a king among men.”

Both men looked morose, Leopold’s jaw like it could crack walnuts and Brayden shredding up straw wrappers with a frown.

“You know,” I added conversationally. “There was a lot of interesting chemistry between the two of you when you were double penetrating me. I wonder if spending a little time together might. . .give you something fun to distract yourselves with.”

They both looked shocked.

“Not sure how that would help,” Leopold said, a bit stiffly. “We had nothing in common besides you.”

“He’d probably want to do boring shit,” Brayden added after a moment, with a sideways glance.

“Give it a try,” I encouraged. “I think you might find you have a lot of fun together. Even without me.”

I got up and slid from the table in time to see Harley enter the café.

“Morning, fucker,” Brayden said to him.

“I’m watching you,” Leopold warned my husband. “Step one fucking toe out of line again. I dare you.”

Harley looked back to his usual drop-dead gorgeous suave professional self, and he reached out to take my hand, threading our fingers together.

“Don’t worry,” he said over his shoulder. “I am never going to give either of you an opportunity to out-play me ever again.”

Once we got outside, he raised my hand to his mouth.

“Are the two of them going to come murder me in my sleep one day?” he asked conversationally as he guided me out to our car.

“Maybe,” I said. “Or maybe not. I gave them an idea that might occupy them for a while.”

Harley grimaced, and I didn’t think the three of them would ever be friends, but he grinned at me when we were both in the car.

“What would you like to do tonight? Trip to Paris? Go to the beach? Watch the construction crew work on your dad’s cottage? See a movie? Anything.”

“How about a game of Pioneers of Swampguard?” I suggested. “We haven’t played it in a while.”

Harley’s hands tightened on the wheel and I saw him swallow hard.

“We don’t have to do that,” he said. “If it’s too boring. I’d rather do something you enjoy.”

“I do enjoy it,” I laughed. “I wouldn’t have married you if I didn’t.”

He turned to me and his eyes were shining. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. It’s not just a ring that binds me to thee. It’s every cell in my body, Lily-Mae. Let’s go home.”

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