Page 41 of Three Bossy Boyfriends (Honeysuckle Harbor #3)

Finley

I wake up the next morning with Evan snuggled up against my side, warm and reassuring, his hand resting on my stomach. I know exactly where I am. I remember everything about how I got here and everything that happened once we walked through the door.

Without even opening my eyes, I also know that Evan is the only one still in bed with me. Which means Tucker and Christopher are possibly together, which means they might be bonding and/or plotting.

I lie still and listen to Evan breathing and do an inventory of my feelings, both physical and emotional.

Physically, I feel amazing. A little sore, but in all the right ways.

I have a little whisker burn in a couple of places, I’m very aware of my vaginal muscles in a way I’m not usually, and in general, I just feel incredibly relaxed and content.

Then, I focus on my feelings . The emotions. And I find that I feel the same way. Relaxed and content. Happy.

Am I going to panic? Realize that the three men I spent the night with treated me incredibly well, not just physically, but also emotionally, and realize that I am falling even further for each of them?

And once those feelings sink in, am I going to freak out about it and figure out how I can pull back and how quickly I can get out of here today?

But even as all of those questions tumble through my mind, I’m aware that I do not feel panic and I’m in no hurry to leave. In fact, there’s a very keen sense that this feels really right.

It feels right to be here with these three. It feels right to be cuddling with one while the other two are off together somewhere. It feels right to be thinking about the rest of the day with them and even contemplating another night. And not for just the sex. Though definitely that too. Wow.

I think I know what this is.

I think I’m in love.

And instead of panic and butterflies, it feels like a great big, warm hug.

And that’s probably exactly how love should feel.

Okay, so I probably need to act like it. I need to act like I really like these guys and want to spend more time with them.

They’re all incredibly insightful. Like, to the point that I’m not sure I’ll be able to get away with anything with any of them. And maybe that’s okay too.

I’ll just project that I want to spend more time together and they’ll pick up on it and lead the way.

Because God knows I don’t know what to do. I haven’t had a serious boyfriend that I really, really liked in a long time. And I definitely have never had three at once.

And I’m not sure I’ve ever been in love.

“You’re thinking really hard over there,” a sleep-roughened voice says.

I open my eyes and roll my head to look at Evan.

He’s on his stomach, his head turned toward me. He gives me a sleepy smile.

“You can run, but we know where you live,” he says.

“Well, shows how smart you are,” I tease. “I was just thinking about not running.”

He shifts so he’s propped up on one elbow, his lean muscled chest right there.

“Not running, huh? I like the sound of that.”

“Turns out I kind of like all of you.”

Talk about tiptoeing into the topic. Why can’t I just say I’m falling in love with you?

His smile grows, and he reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “Well, I think I can speak on behalf of the other two when I say we’re really glad to hear that.”

“And I was thinking that spending more time with three guys I really like is probably a great idea.”

He nods. “A fantastic idea. Very glad you came up with it. Though I will admit, I had some pretty fun ways of trying to convince you in mind.”

I grin and roll toward him, also propping up on my elbow to face him. “Well, I’m not one hundred percent.”

He laughs and reaches over, wrapping an arm around me and hauling me against his chest as he rolls to his back. With me splayed over his body, his hands settle on my ass.

“Then you have two options. One involves me fucking you nice and hard and getting you so loud that it calls the other guys in here where we withhold orgasms until you agree to spend the entire weekend with us.”

I wiggle, feeling his erection rising between us. That’s very tempting. “What’s the other option?” I ask.

“Waffles.”

I laugh, and my stomach growls loudly.

He laughs and squeezes my ass. “Waffles wins for now. But mostly because Christopher isn’t here right now, and I think he’d feel very left out if Tucker and I went with option one without him.”

I frown. “Where’s Christopher?”

“Probably on his way back by now. He ran up to Charleston to get us more clothes.”

“So you had already decided to stay for the weekend,” I say.

“What can I say? I’m an optimist.”

I lean down and kiss him. He’s just so damn cute. And sweet. And fun to be around. He’s such a good guy.

His fingers thread through my hair, and he deepens the kiss. His erection grows harder between us, and I wonder if he and I can have a quickie before Christopher gets back and we head to breakfast.

The door opens, and we jerk apart as if we’ve gotten caught doing something we shouldn’t be.

I look over my shoulder as Tucker strides into the room. “Now, now, we’re gonna need to talk about what happens in my bed when I’m not here,” he says.

“Good timing,” Evan says. “I am starving, and she was seducing me. I need some breakfast before we do anything else.”

I smirk down at him. “Oh, you need fortification to keep up with me? It’s three on one and I’m winning?”

“Something like that. And besides, we don’t have rules set out,” Evan says.

“Rules?” Tucker asks.

Evan nods as he rolls me onto my back next to him and sits up.

“We need to lay out some ground rules. Who gets to do what with whom and when. We need to make sure everybody’s on the same page.

Does anyone get Finley alone? Is it always all four of us, or can we go on dates two and two or even three of us without one?

That kind of stuff. Everyone has to be comfortable, happy, and secure with what happens even when they’re not around. ”

My heart thumps hard in my chest. If we’re going to establish rules, that means this is going to be official. The four of us. I can actually have all three of them.

“I don’t think I can handle any of this without a lot of caffeine,” Tucker says.

I look over to find him scowling. He strides to the bed and swoops me up into his arms. He pauses. “I can touch her if Christopher isn’t here, right?”

I can’t tell if he’s kidding or serious, but there’s an edge to his tone.

“Depends,” Evan says. “No orgasms or sex until we talk it out, but you can kiss and hug her.”

“I’m taking her to the shower.” Tucker turns toward the bathroom. “Just her by herself. But I’ll show her where everything is.”

Evan laughs. “Sure, as long as you’re talking about towels and soap and not, you know, parts she needs to scrub.”

I can tell by Evan’s grin that he’s poking Tucker on purpose, but I’m not sure Tucker can tell. And I don’t think Tucker thinks it’s funny, anyway.

He doesn’t respond to Evan. He carries me into the bathroom and sets me on the counter, then goes about pulling out a big fluffy bath towel and telling me to help myself to shampoo, soap, toothpaste, and anything else. He also opens a drawer and pulls out a brand new toothbrush.

“Then what?” I ask.

I’m fishing for him to invite me to stay for the rest of the day. Or weekend.

“I figure we’ll head to the café for breakfast.” He sighs. “I don’t have enough food for four people, and I don’t often eat breakfast here, anyway. I go to the café most mornings.”

That makes sense. The café is a hub in Honeysuckle Harbor, and everyone who works around town stops in at some point during the day.

There is a one hundred percent chance that Tucker will know almost every person in the building.

Hell, I’ll probably know most of them too.

Even Christopher will probably know many.

We are definitely going to draw some attention.

Tucker steps into the hallway and pulls the door shut, and I call out, “You didn’t even stall until I undressed or try to ogle me. Not tempted to get in here with me at all?”

“That’s probably against the rules.”

Yeah, he doesn’t sound amused.

The sooner we have this conversation about ground rules, the better.

But it’s not the kind of conversation we should have around a table at the Honeysuckle Café.

By the time I’m finished in the shower and step out wrapped in a towel, Christopher is back. I can hear his voice from downstairs. I am surprised to find clean clothes for me lying on the bed. Did he stop by my house? Did he ask my sisters for clothes for me?

Very likely. I’m not even going to look at my phone. I can only imagine the text messages waiting.

But I smile as I pull on the jeans and light sweater.

These messages will be happy and excited.

My sisters just want me to be happy, and I’m so glad I finally filled them and my friends in on what’s going on with me and the guys.

Or at least that there is something going on.

I don’t have a definition for it and until last night didn’t realize that any of this was actually an option.

But what is really going to happen? Can this actually be something like what Caroline has with her men? Or what Ivy has with my brother and Harrison and Liam?

I’m not planning to stay. Not only because I’ve never seen myself settling down here at home, but because I have plans for my career and I need to be in a bigger city to do the kind of law I’ve dreamed of.

But ever since the girls’ night out, I have felt a weight off of my shoulders and a warmth in my chest that hasn’t been there in years. Maybe ever.

I have felt accepted and understood in a way I haven’t here in Honeysuckle Harbor before.

Ivy and Kyle are part of that. They don’t have past baggage and memories with me. They just know the woman I am now.