Page 17 of Three Bossy Boyfriends (Honeysuckle Harbor #3)

Finley

Walking back to the office with Tucker, I’m not really sure what to feel.

I think I am starting to like him.

Dammit. I had vowed to hate this guy for the rest of my life. He’s making that very difficult.

He walks on the outside closest to the curb, holds the door to the office building open for me, and holds the elevator, his hand hovering over my lower back as I step onto it in front of him.

He doesn’t touch me, but there’s the impression of him touching me.

Almost protecting me. My body is humming with the almost-touches.

The asshole.

I don’t want to like him. And I don’t want to be attracted to him. But that second thing is more difficult than the first to resist.

His hands are huge. All of him is huge. I’m pretty sure that’s something most people notice about him, but I can’t seem to stop thinking about it.

After sex with Evan last night, shouldn’t I be less horny?

I should definitely be less horny. Evan fucked me three times, resulting in four orgasms. And that’s not including the orgasm he gave me before he fucked me.

The guy gave me five orgasms last night.

I should be tired. Absolutely satiated. Sex should be the last thing on my mind.

But as I watch Tucker’s big, thick finger press the button on the elevator, I feel tingles.

Holy shit, that is pathetic.

Thankfully, all thoughts of Tucker’s fingers and other big parts are obliterated the minute we step off the elevator onto the floor for Banks, Anderson, Banks, and Davis.

Everyone is standing around in little groups, whispering and talking. Kyle makes a beeline for me.

“What’s going on?”

“Mary Grace fired Evan.”

My heart drops to my stomach. “ What ?” Why do I feel like this is about me? Oh, because Mary Grace hates me.

“He didn’t call you?” Kyle asks.

I fumble in my pocket for my phone, just now realizing that I haven’t looked at it once while I was with Tucker. “I don’t know.” Fuck, there is a missed call from Evan.

“What happened?” I ask Kyle. Maybe I can get a quick summary before I talk to him.

She looks up at Tucker, then reaches out to squeeze my arm, her eyes sympathetic. “I’m really sorry, Finley.”

I frown. “What do you mean?” Why does she look like she feels sorry for me?

“Mary Grace went to talk to Christopher about something and she found him and Evan…kissing.”

I freeze.

Oh. Shit. That is really bad.

It’s also really bad that my first thought after that is I wish I’d been the one that had walked in on that.

No, seriously, I really wish I’d been able to walk in on that.

For one, Evan wouldn’t be fired right now if it had been me and not Mary Grace. But also that would’ve been hot as hell to see. And we could’ve made that into a little bit of threesome fun.

Evan tormented me all night with ideas about what he and Christopher could do to me together, and I gave it right back to him. Evan, it turns out, would very much love to be in the middle of a Finley and Christopher sandwich.

I school my features and shake my head. Evan got fired—pull yourself together. “Are you sure?” I ask Kyle. “That seems…” I’m not sure how to finish that sentence.

“Oh, I’m sure. She is pissed. And she left the door open while she chewed their asses.

About eight people overheard. And no one heard Christopher or Evan deny it.

In fact…” She pauses dramatically. “Evan said that yes, they have feelings for one another and yes, they understand that it’s a problem. ”

My eyes widen, and my heart starts pounding. This is really bad for Evan.

Also, I should act like it’s really bad for me.

Dammit.

“I am…” I look up at Tucker, who is watching me with wide eyes. Then I look at Kyle, who is looking at me with concern. “I need to find Evan.”

I really do. I feel like we’re friends. I hate that he got fired. This whole thing was about him making partner. He really wants that. This is so bad.

Should I go talk to Christopher? He wants Evan to have the partnership too. Yes, because he wants to bang the sweet little nerd, but also because he really likes and respects Evan and because he’s a hell of a lawyer.

He’s probably upset too. Does he blame himself? I suppose he should. Not that I would ever say that to my kind of growly boss. I still feel like I want to get Christopher’s take on all of this.

But I can’t.

If I go in there, I’m going to have to act all upset that he kissed my boyfriend. How’s that gonna go? It’s not like I can stomp into a fancy big-shot lawyer’s office—who is my boss—and get all pissy as the woman scorned.

I frown. “Maybe I should go talk to Mary Grace. How can she just fire Evan? He’s an associate here, and I know she’s a partner, but she can’t just do this by herself, can she?”

“Well, she does have to get the other partners to agree, at least the majority of them. But that’s her father and…” Realization suddenly dawns on Kyle’s face.

I fill in the blank for her as the same realization hits me. “And my father.”

Oh shit, this just got even worse. Mary Grace is going to call my father and tell him that Christopher and Evan were kissing in the office.

So my dad is not only going to have to respond as a partner but also as the father of the woman who Evan is cheating on.

“I need to?—”

Suddenly, a big hot hand wraps around my upper arm, and Tucker starts tugging me down the short hallway to our left.

“What are you doing?” I ask him.

“You need a minute to breathe.” He stops next to the door to one of the conference rooms, opens it to look inside, then ushers me through the door. He steps in behind me and shuts the door. He peers down at me. “Process what just happened. Take deep breaths.”

I stare up at him.

“I don’t think what Kyle just told you has really sunk in, and I think it should before you do anything.”

I continue just to look at him. He’s really good-looking. Evan is pretty, Christopher is handsome, but Tucker is rugged in a way neither of them are. In a way that really does it for me.

Too.

I’m wildly attracted to all three of them. Is that possible? Is that a problem? Does that say bad things about me?

No, dammit, society has conditioned women this way, but it’s totally fine to lust after fine men and to want three at once. Who cares? You’re not hurting anyone.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Tucker asks.

I shake my head. “Like what?”

“I don’t know. You don’t seem upset, really. You seem…worried. But not angry.”

“Oh…it’s just that…”

Tucker moves in closer. “You spent the night at Evan’s last night, right?”

“Yes.”

“You seemed really happy about that.”

“I was. I am.” I wet my lips. How can a guy who spent all day outside on a work site smell so good?

Tucker puts his big hands on my shoulders. He makes me feel so small. And there’s that feeling of being protected again.

And maybe taken care of a little.

I try to ignore that last thought.

“Did you know that Evan is gay?” Tucker asks.

My brows rise. “Oh. Well, he’s bi. Obviously. And yes, I knew that.”

“Did you know he had feelings for Christopher?”

I can’t tell Tucker everything.

Can I?

Part of me thinks I could. And that’s ridiculous . I can not trust this guy. Never could.

“I had my suspicions,” I say.

“I’m really sorry.” He squeezes my shoulders and my belly clenches.

He runs his hands from my shoulders down my arms to my elbows and back up.

Damn, that feels really good. And hot. Not sexy hot, but his hands are temperature hot. And I can tell the rough skin of his palms catches a bit on the silky fabric of my blouse.

Damn, I bet those hands would feel good on bare skin.

Okay, his hands on me is sexy hot too.

“I know I’m probably the last person you’d want to talk to about this, or anything personal, but if you need to talk, or rant, or swear, or…throw some axes…I’m here for you.”

I laugh. “Why do I think you have actual axes and a place to throw them and you don’t mean a bar with that feature?”

He grins and, whoa. With his face this close to mine, that packs a punch.

“I do have actual axes and a place to throw them.”

Of course he does.

If it’s his house, I should take him up on that. And then maybe one thing could lead to another…

I shake my head. What am I doing? All of that is inappropriate when I have supposedly just been cheated on.

And when I want to have—and have fantasized about, in great detail—a threesome with the man who cheated on me and the man he cheated with.

“Evan is an idiot,” Tucker says, still rubbing my arms. His gaze drops to my lips and they start tingling. “I don’t know Christopher very well, and I obviously don’t play for that team, but I can’t imagine going from your bed to…anyone else.”

“Technically, we were in Evan’s bed,” I say softly.

“Yeah. Still.”

My enemy, my high school nemesis, the man I hate and have cursed, is trying to help me. Trying to comfort me. Trying to give me a pep talk.

That’s actually really sweet.

And kind of hot.

So, I do the only thing that comes to mind. I step closer, lift on tiptoe, and press my lips to his.

Thank goodness he’s bending over slightly to look me straight in the eyes, because at full height I would never be able to meet his lips.

Which makes me wonder about the height difference if I was on my knees and his cock was out?—

Then I stop thinking about anything at all because Tucker makes a low growling noise at the back of his throat, one hand comes up to take hold of my ponytail, and he completely and totally takes over the kiss.

My heart thumps, my nipples bead, and my pussy clenches.

Holy shit, this guy can kiss.

I want to do this all night.

His tongue runs over my bottom lip, then demands entrance, and thoroughly takes over my mouth.

Okay, amendment to the motion—I want him to do that all over my body all night.

But just as I’m running my hands up the back of his neck and into his hair, he jerks back.

He doesn’t let go of my hair, but he stands, breathing hard, staring down at me.

I blink a few times.

“Fuck. We shouldn’t have done that,” he says, his voice thick.

“Why not?”

He just studies my face. Then he says, “Getting over someone by getting under someone else?”

Right. Evan. My big heartbreak.

I mean, that’s a pretty great excuse. Because this is Tucker Hastings, whom I hate.

“Yeah. He kisses someone else, so I should get to kiss someone else, right?”

Tucker drags a thumb over my lower lip, his eyes on my mouth. “I should say no to being your rebound, but I’m struggling to find a reason why.” His gaze comes back to mine. “We both know what this is. We both know how we feel. You hate me. I hate you. It would only be sex, right?”

I swallow hard. But managed to nod. “Right.”

He nods slowly. “Yeah. I think I could hate fuck the hell out of you, Finley Anderson.”

That should not send waves of heat and lust coursing through me. But I want that.

I should not be vulnerable with this guy—and naked and orgasmic is about as vulnerable as you can get.

But you’re not the same girl. You’re confident and sexy and good in bed. You rocked Evan’s world last night.

Damn right. I need to show Tucker that I’m a sexy, badass siren that he can never really have.

Or something like that. I’ll admit that his kiss made my brain a little mushy. Not out loud to him , but inside my head.

Be sassy, confident, snarky even.

“If you think you can do that without falling in love with me,” I tell him.

Also, why does he get to hate me ? What the hell did I ever do to him? I should feel more outraged by that than I do.

He smirks, then presses against my lower lip. “Let’s find out.”

“Okay.” Dammit, I really wish my voice didn’t sound breathless.

Then he steps back, and I frown.

He notices. His smirk turns into a grin. “I can’t do it right here and now. You’re at work.”

Oh. Right.

Dammit.

I should not get into bed with this guy. Or up on the nearest conference table, as I was tempted to do there for a second.

What’s wrong with me?

“And you were just dumped,” he says. “You need to act at least a little sad. And when I get my hands on you, sad is the last thing you’re gonna be.”

My eyes widen. Damn.

I believe him.

“So, go out there, deal with this Evan thing, but keep in mind that you’re going to be screaming another man’s name soon enough.” He leans in and presses a kiss to my lips. “Like I said, Evan is an idiot.”

Then he steps back again, looks me up and down, licks his bottom lip and asks, “You okay now?”

All I can do is nod.

He turns and heads out of the room. “I’ll call you,” he tosses over his shoulder.

“Okay.”

As the door shuts behind him, I realize that I just fucked up.

Did I just leave that ball firmly in his court? Yes. Did I just essentially agree to wait around for him to call me and tell me when he wants to see me for sex? Also yes. Am I an idiot who is going to trust Tucker Hastings again ?

What is wrong with me?

What I should do is immediately block his number. And probably look up the rules about sleeping with clients. Then I decide not to look up the rules because I can then, later, claim I didn’t know it was forbidden. Because I’m sure it is.

Also, I’m not going to block his number.

But I am going to let his first call go to voicemail.

That will show him.

I groan. Why did Evan and Christopher have to get caught kissing? This is all their fault.