Page 21 of Three Bossy Boyfriends (Honeysuckle Harbor #3)

Finley

The next morning, as I wait for Evan to buzz me into his apartment building, my head is spinning with all the recent conversations I’ve had.

Tucker, yesterday at the office, of course.

I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him, and he made a sexy surprise appearance in my dream last night alongside Evan.

I should have been dreaming about Evan and Christopher, shouldn’t I?

It’s so easy to picture the two of them together.

I picked up on their chemistry the very first time I met them and the idea that they couldn’t hold back and kissed in the office?

Yeah, that should have fueled some hot dreams. But no, the big, muscly annoying blast from my past had to shove his way into my fantasies too.

It’s those damned big hands.

I shake my head and push all of that to the back of my mind.

I just came from an early breakfast with my dad, where I filled him in on everything. I convinced my dad that I’m actually fine with Evan and Christopher getting together and that I think they’re a great couple. At least that much is the full truth.

I wouldn’t say my dad was happy, but he accepted it and said he appreciated the heads up before he got a call from Charles or Mary Grace. He’ll “handle it.” Whatever that means.

Of course, Dad is a little disappointed. I guess that Evan won’t be joining the family, but also that I, once again, have a messy situation on my hands. But nothing new there.

“Good morning,” Evan says into the little speaker.

I asked him last night if I could stop over on my way into work. I’d really love to talk this out in person and see how he’d like me to handle things at the office.

“Morning.”

“Come on up.” The door buzzes and I pull it open.

Evan’s apartment door is already open when I get there. He’s leaning against the doorjamb casually, a cup of coffee in one hand, a huge grin on his face. He looks amazing.

He’s wearing loose sleep pants that tie in the front but settle low on his hips, exposing the delicious V that I dragged my tongue over several times just two nights ago. He’s also shirtless.

I stop and run my gaze over him slowly. “Dang, getting fired looks good on you.”

He laughs. “Do you want a coffee?”

“Better not. I’ve already had two cups. I talked to my dad this morning.”

Evan straightens and gives me a concerned look. “Are you okay? How’d it go?”

I shrug. I feel okay.

I feel the way I often do after interacting with my family.

I feel like a bit of a disappointment. I feel like I fell short somehow. But I also feel like I wish my family would just let me be me and say things like, “As long as you’re safe and happy, we’re happy,” “We’re proud of who you are as a person.”

I won’t deny to myself that sometimes I wish I could just do things the way my family wants me to do them. Grow up, go to college, pass the fucking bar , get a good job, find a nice guy, settle down in a relationship that’s happy and normal—whatever that means.

But mostly, I’m okay, because the conversation went the way I expected it to go.

“My dad expects me to be messy, so it’s fine.”

Evan frowns. “What’s that mean?”

“It means that I told my dad that you and I aren’t really that serious and I’ve known you and Christopher have feelings for each other so I’m not really shocked or even that hurt. That we’re still friends. And that this is all fine because I’m leaving in July, anyway.”

“And that’s messy,” Evan concludes.

“I mean…yeah. From the outside, it seems really messy, don’t you think? My boyfriend is now involved with our boss? He cheated on me. The whole office knows. But they’re going to have an ongoing relationship, and I’m going to leave…” I sigh. “Messy.”

He nods. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. The mess isn’t real.”

“But we’re the only ones who know that. You’ve still got a few months where the office, and your family, think it is.”

Yeah, that kind of sucks. I shrug. “I’m used to it.” That’s true. My family has always thought I’m a bit chaotic. Or a lot chaotic. And work is starting to believe that.

Evan reaches for me, cups my elbow, and pulls me in. He wraps his arm around me, hugging me against his chest.

I let him.

Because it feels really good to be hugged. It felt good to be hugged by my sisters, but this feels even better. Because it feels good to be with someone who knows the truth, who knows that I didn’t actually make this mess, that I haven’t screwed up.

And hey, he’s not wearing a shirt, and I like being against Evan for physical reasons too.

“I’m still sorry,” he says against the top of my head. “I don’t like that you’re not feeling good. I’m sorry we put you in this situation where you have to deal with fall-out. No matter if you’re ‘used to it’ or not.”

I snuggle into his chest. “It’s not your fault that you’re so irresistible that Christopher couldn’t help but kiss you in the office. I don’t blame him a bit.”

He chuckles, and the low rumble against my ear makes me feel warm.

“Thanks.” I feel him kiss the top of my head. “How about French toast?” he asks. “Will that help a little?”

“Oh no, I’m—” I start. Then, his question really sinks in. I pull back and look up at him. “French toast?”

“Yep. Real maple syrup or strawberries and whipped cream.”

“Oh my God, yes.” I say, pushing away from him and heading through the door. “Both. Please. Thank you.”

He chuckles and follows me into the kitchen.

It smells incredible in here. “I love breakfast food.” I pick up a piece of bacon and take a bite. “How is it that coffee and French toast and bacon even smell like they go together? I mean, it’s just—” I turn and stop with the bacon halfway back to my mouth.

Christopher has just walked into the room.

Also shirtless.

He’s wearing gray sweatpants and no shoes.

His hair is mussed, and he hasn’t shaved yet, so he’s got dark stubble dusting his jaw and cheeks and…

just, holy fuck. He’s so hot. He’s always handsome.

In a suit, he’s ‘yes, sir’ hot. But now he looks like just a regular guy, and yeah, I feel tingles all over.

Good thing I’ve gotten over feeling weird about being incredibly attracted to three men at once. Because there’s no denying the way my body reacts to Christopher’s bare chest.

“Morning, Finley,” my boss says as he crosses to the coffee pot.

I look at Evan. He looks very smug.

Now it makes sense why he made a big breakfast.

It isn’t for me.

And now that I really study him, he also looks very well fucked.

I lean back against the counter and take a big bite of bacon, chewing as I ogle the half-naked Christopher.

Damn, that’s a nice view. He’s bulkier than Evan but leaner than Tucker, and I realize I don’t really have a type. These men are all completely doable for me.

And suddenly I have a flash of all three of them here with me, shirtless, looking at me like I’m a piece of bacon wrapped around a piece of French toast. I shiver with a sudden hit of lust.

Christopher turns and also leans against the counter behind him, bracing one hand next to his hip, meeting my gaze directly, and lifting his cup with the other.

He’s got a six-pack.

I blow out an appreciative breath and look at Evan. “So you’re good then?”

He grins. “Really, really good.”

I laugh. “Yeah. Glad to hear it.” I look at Christopher. “It’d be so disappointing if there was all this pining and angst and he lost his job and then you sucked in bed.”

Christopher sips, swallows, then says, “No worries. I definitely suck in bed, Finley.”

Heat floods through me, and it’s not just from the sudden very graphic image of Christopher sucking Evan’s cock, but also that Christopher Davis just made a silly, immature sexual joke.

Him being relaxed and joking, even dryly, is attractive as hell.

“And here I thought you’d just be using that mouth for giving orders,” I tell him. And I’m not just flirting. I mean it. I really pegged him for the bossy one and not the one on his knees.

“I’m extremely good at multi-tasking,” Christopher says.

I smile. I’ll bet he is.

“But it’s hard to give orders when your mouth is full,” I say flippantly. I lift the bacon to my mouth and take another bite.

He doesn’t react as if I shocked him—or turned him on—with that. He’s so cool and collected all the time.

Another reason I would have loved to see him lose it and grab Evan and just kiss the hell out of him.

Christopher simply swallows another sip of coffee and nods. “Yes,” he agrees. “Which I will definitely keep in mind when you’re with us. Your mouth will need to be kept busy.”

I wasn’t expecting that, and I suck in a quick breath…and a bit of bacon. I cover my mouth and cough.

Evan crosses to the fridge and pulls out a bottle of water, bringing it to me. He uncaps it and hands it over. I drink, and he pushes my hair behind my ear.

“Breathe.”

I drink, swallow, and then take a breath.

I glance at Christopher. He’s just watching us. I look back up at Evan and take another drink of water.

They’re a couple now. Officially. The office knows. Evan is no longer Christopher’s subordinate. There’s no reason they can’t be out and together in all the ways.

I want that for them. I like them. They clearly care about each other a lot. I’m happy for them.

But if they are agreeable to the one hot night with all three of us that Evan teased me with the other night, I’m in. I’m so in.

“You guys are big talkers,” I tell Evan.

He grins and cups my cheek. “You need us to prove that we can back all of this talk up?”

“I really do.” I lift up on tiptoe and press my lips to Evan’s.

He groans, and his hands immediately drop to my hips. He squeezes and pulls me in against the hard cock behind his sleep pants.

I grip the back of his neck with one hand, opening my mouth to his demanding tongue.

I’m only slightly surprised to feel Christopher move in next to us.

I’m more thrilled than anything. His hand slides over my ass, and he presses a kiss to my neck.

I moan.

“I’ve been wanting to bend you over in one of these skirts since the first day you practically fell into my office,” he says against my ear.

I’m breathing hard as I pull away from Evan’s mouth. I turn my face to Christopher. “You want to fuck me in a pencil skirt, boss man?”

He growls, and his hand slides up to rest at the base of my throat.

Heat grips me low and hard.

“I want to spank your perfect ass in a pencil skirt, my sweet little brat.”

Oh, God.

I’ve been spanked in bed. I liked it. And I want it from Christopher.

I have a feeling everything with Christopher will be on a whole new level.

I put my mouth against his, not kissing, but brushing back and forth. “You only want to spank me? You’re going to let Evan fuck me after that? Because that will make me really hot and wet, Boss. You’re going to share that? That’s so sw?—”

His growl is louder this time, his grip on my throat tightens just slightly, as he takes my mouth in a deep, hot kiss.

Yeah, that’s what I thought. I drive Christopher a little crazy, but that just makes him want me even more. Evan is his sweet sunshine. The obedient pleaser. The one he can easily order around.

I’ll push back. He knows that. But he likes that too.

“God, you two are going to be so good together,” Evan rasps, running a hand up and down each of our backs.

The three of us are now a tangle of limbs—each of us has a hand on the others.

I love this. So much. I want more.

This is going to be the best sexual experience of my life. I can already feel it.

What about Tucker ?

Oh. My. God . I want to stop thinking about that guy.

Tucker Hastings compared to these two men? Two men I actually like? Seriously? No way would sex with him be better than having Evan and Christopher.

But now I can’t get the idea of Tucker’s big, hot hands on my body out of my mind.

In fact, I’m thinking about all three of these men touching me, kissing me, letting me touch and kiss them. At the same time.

I moan. Christopher’s hand grips my ass harder. I press against Evan’s erection.

And then Christopher pulls back. “You need to get to work, Miss Anderson.”

I blink at him.

I need to…what?

I was really expecting him to say, ‘Get on your knees’, or ‘Take your clothes off’.

But he said ‘work’.

I blink again. Oh, work .

Fuck. I need to go to work.

At his office.

I let go of Evan and pull in a breath. I wet my lips, step back, and smooth my hands over my clothes.

Christopher gives me a wicked grin.

Evan chuckles. “That was mean,” he tells his new boyfriend.

“I know. But she’s going to have to act pissed at me, or at least cold toward me, at the office.” Christopher gives my ass a little slap, then moves off toward the coffee pot. “I need to know that she’s thinking of the real heat the whole time.”

Evan grins down at me. “Are you going to be able to pull off acting pissed at him for stealing your boyfriend now?”

I take a deep breath. “I really don’t know,” I tell him honestly. My entire body is humming, and all I can think is how much I want to run my hands all over both of them. Followed by my tongue.

“Well, then think about this,” Evan says, his voice getting a little huskier and his smile getting a little naughtier. “The brattier you are toward him at the office, the more he’ll want to tame you after hours.”

I suck in a quick breath and look over at Christopher. He gives me a wink.

A hot shiver goes through me.

This is going to be so hard to pull off.

And so much damned fun.