Page 38 of Three Bossy Boyfriends (Honeysuckle Harbor #3)

I roll my eyes, but Evan is already grinning and ordering an Axe-ing For Trouble. I lean back against the bar next to him, taking in the plethora of plaid and the laughter and constant thunking noises from the axes hitting the wooden targets.

It only takes me a minute to find Finley.

And fuck. The woman takes my breath away in pencil skirts, but damn, those jeans instantly make me hard, and the simple black tee she’s wearing molds to her gorgeous breasts delectably.

“Um,” Evan says, sipping from the martini glass filled with a dark brown concoction. “Are we sure we want to mess with a woman who can throw an ax that well?”

Finley just pulled an ax overhead and then let it fly, driving it directly into the center of the bullseye painted onto the wooden plank several feet in front of her.

I grin. “Yes. We’re sure we want to mess with that woman.”

Evan takes another drink, then nods. “ Our woman.”

And fuck, that makes me hard.

“Let’s go.” I head for the cage where Finley and Tucker are throwing.

The bar has high, round tables to the left of the walkway where people gather between throws or to watch others and set their drinks when it’s their turn.

On the right are the ax-throwing cages. They resemble large horse stalls, honestly, with wood on the lower half and what looks like chain-link fencing on the upper half.

There’s a painted line where the throwers start and then a wooden plank at the end with a bullseye for them to aim at.

Tucker is at the line, ax in hand and Finley’s standing at the table watching him with a big grin.

She looks like she’s having a good time.

Good. She’s happy. That’s priority number one.

She spots us just as Tucker’s ax flies.

“Christopher! Evan!”

The ax thunks into the wood, perfectly in the center of the bullseye.

He turns.

“Hi, Finley,” Evan says. He goes straight to her and enfolds her in a hug.

She hugs him back. “Hey, how are you?” she asks, her arms around his neck, her eyes shut as she presses her face to his shoulder.

“Good. I’m good. But I miss you,” he says, upfront and honest.

She pulls back and smiles up at him. “You do?”

He tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “Of course, I do. It’s been too long since I could see you and hug you.”

Her expression softens, as if he just said something incredibly sweet and meaningful. She nods. “It has.”

“Hi, Christopher.”

I turn toward Tucker. “Hi.” I extend my hand. “Good to see you.”

“Yeah, you too.”

“We were talking about Finley and I remembered hearing her telling Kyle at the office that you were coming here tonight. Hope you don’t mind.”

Actually, I don’t care if he minds. We’re going to make it so he’s happy about this. Eventually.

He shakes his head, glancing at Evan and Finley chatting. She’s still smiling at Evan like they’ve been apart for a year and she’s completely enamored.

“Of course not,” Tucker says. “But this isn’t a random run-in, huh?”

I shake my head. “No. I’m not really an ax-throwing kind of guy. But this is where Finley is, so this is where we came.”

Tucker lifts a brow. “You had to see her tonight? Right now?”

“Yes.” I’m not going to make excuses or pretend this is anything other than what it is. He needs to understand what’s going on here. The sooner he understands that he’s not the only one who’s crazy about Finley, the better.

“No call? No text? Just decided to show up?” he goes on.

“Yeah. We wanted to see her, not just talk or text with her.”

Tucker finally blows out a breath. “I see.”

“Do you?”

“Evan still has feelings for her.”

“Yes.”

“Even though he’s with you?”

“Yes.”

“And you’re cool with that?”

“Very.” I tuck my hands in my pockets, watching him. Waiting for him to connect all the dots.

Tucker nods. “Because you have feelings for her too.”

“Yes.”

“I see.” He shoves a hand through his hair. “Didn’t realize I had competition. I thought she and Evan were over.”

“They’re not,” I say simply. But I have to add, “But you don’t have competition.”

He frowns. “What do you mean?”

“We don’t want to take her away from you. We don’t want her to choose between all of us.”

His frown deepens. “I’m not following.”

“We can all have her. If that’s what she wants.” I glance back at her and Evan and find Finley watching me and Tucker over Evan’s shoulder. “And I think maybe it is.”

Tucker sighs. “So she’ll date all of us.

An open relationship, or whatever. That’s what you’re proposing.

” He shakes his head. “I don’t know. I don’t love the idea of knowing she’s off with the two of you some of the time.

” He grimaces. “I know that sounds territorial. Probably not very evolved at all. But the idea of the girl I’m catching feelings for sleeping with two other guys doesn’t sit well with me, you know? ”

I really appreciate that we can talk about this so openly and honestly. “So you’re in love with her?”

“I am. I haven’t told her, but I am.”

“We are too.”

His eyes widen. “Uh…wow. And with each other?”

“Yes.”

He takes a moment to process that. “Have you told her?”

“Not yet.”

“But you’re okay with her being with me some of the time? Us sleeping together?” he presses. “Because that is happening.”

“Well, I’ll admit that we would rather spend all of our free time with her. But we’re not opposed to you two having sex, no.”

He turns to face me squarely. “Christopher, I don’t think I understand what you’re saying. Can you explain it? Pretend I’m stupid.”

I laugh. “You’re not stupid. You’re just new to polyamory.”

“Poly…” He trails off. “Oh.”

“What do you think about sharing Finley with us? If she’s into it?” I ask point-blank.

He blinks. Then he glances at Evan and Finley. Then back to me. “My first reaction is no fucking way.”

“What about your second reaction?”

“It’s…I don’t know.”

I nod. “That makes sense. Why don’t you think about it?

” I flag down one of the bar employees and pay for the lane next to Tucker and Finley’s.

Then I raise my voice. “Tucker and I are challenging you two to a contest.” I walk to where they’re standing and feel Tucker follow.

“You two are a team,” I tell them. “Tucker and I are a team. Each person gets six throws. High score wins. Bullseyes are six points, inner circle are four points, outer circle are two points, everything else and misses are zero.”

Finley’s eyes widen. “You two are going to kick our butts.”

“I’ve never thrown an ax before,” I tell her.

“But you’ve got a guy who could easily be a lumberjack on your team,” she says, looking at Tucker with a grin.

“Well, you didn’t ask what the winners get,” I say, moving closer to her. “That might make a difference.”

Her gaze darts from me to Tucker, then back to me. “What do the winners win?”

“They pick where the four of us go next and what we do.”

Her gaze is locked on mine and her tongue wets her bottom lip. “Oh.”

“You in?” I ask.

She nods.

I turn toward our lane and give Tucker a satisfied grin. “This will be fun.”

He glances at her and starts to follow me, but at the last second pivots back, wraps an arm around her waist and bends her back, kissing her deeply.

I look at Evan, and he looks at me with a question in his eyes.

“He’s in,” I mouth.

Evan looks thrilled.

Okay, so Tucker hasn’t said that, but he hasn’t said hell no either, and I really feel that he would have if the four of us together tonight was completely out of the question.

Tucker brings Finley upright again. She stares up at him, breathing a little faster. “What was that for?”

“For being the best time I’ve ever had.”

Her eyes widen. “Oh…I…okay.”

He runs his thumb over her bottom lip, and I feel my body harden. Fuck, watching them together is going to be amazing.

“Good luck, Badass,” Tucker tells her. “Because I am going to kick your butt at this and then decide what we do next. With Christopher and Evan.”

Oh, fuck yes!

Now he’s in.

He returns to our lane. He lowers his voice. “She calls the shots. She decides everything . She’s in charge.”

“Completely in charge,” I agree. “Our girl knows what she wants.”

His eyes flicker with surprise. It’s the ‘our girl’, I know. That gets me every time too.

“Her safe word is ‘spreadsheet,’ by the way.”

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters. He looks back over to where Evan is saying something in Finley’s ear, and she’s blushing and laughing. Evan’s big hand is on her stomach, a possessive touch, and I watch Tucker closely.

He looks equal parts jealous and turned on.

“They’re very hot together,” I say. “I’ve seen them. Evan would do anything to make her happy. To give her pleasure. To worship her.”

Tucker’s gaze snaps back to me. “And what about you?”

“I like to spank her and make her scream.”

He sucks in a quick breath, and I grin.

“What about you ?” I ask.

He hesitates, then he looks at her and finds Evan behind her, hands on her hips, lips against her neck. Her eyes are shut, her head tipped back, looking very happy.

“I’ll do anything she wants,” Tucker finally admits.

“Then this is going to go very well.”