Page 52 of Three Bossy Boyfriends (Honeysuckle Harbor #3)

Evan

We’re actually going to make this work.

I’m not going to say I’m surprised. We’re all intelligent, mature people. If we want something, we can figure out how to make it happen.

But I am happy. Relieved. And very happy.

Keeping four people satisfied, all their needs met, making sure they’re all happy all the time will be a challenge—and is unrealistic, honestly—but I think the four of us can do it the majority of the time and can work through the times we fall short.

I step into the bathroom with Finley first, Tucker crowding in behind me.

It becomes instantly clear that the bathroom is barely big enough for all three of us, especially since Tucker takes up more space than the average man. And there is no way in hell we’re all going to fit in that shower. It’s a tub and shower, and it’s just big enough for one person.

“There’s no way in hell we’re all going to fit in that shower,” Tucker says. “Even if I liked Evan the way Christopher likes Evan.”

He grins at me, and I’m amazed by how easy he is about the sexual relationships all around.

Finley looks over from where she’s started the shower. She frowns. “Yeah, I think you’re right.”

“That’s fine,” I say. I’ll go back and cuddle Christopher. Maybe help him with that erection I felt against my back while Finley fucked Tucker. I move toward the door.

“Oh.”

I turn back. Finley looks disappointed.

“What?” Tucker asks.

“I just love when Evan washes my hair,” she says, almost shyly.

Okay, Finley Anderson being shy is fucking adorable.

Tucker gestures toward the shower. “Go ahead,” he says. He settles back against the counter.

“You sure?” I ask.

“Sure.”

He does, actually, seem sure.

“You’ll stay though?” Finley asks, stepping close to him and smiling up at him.

He tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’ll be out here holding the fluffy towel and ready to dry you off.” He leans in and kisses her. “Before I get you wet again.”

She giggles.

Finley Anderson giggling is also adorable.

“Okay.”

I take her hand as she steps over the edge of the tub, then strip my pants off—doing so in front of Tucker is not as weird as I would have guessed it would be a couple of weeks ago—and join her.

She’s got her head tipped back under the spray and her eyes shut.

God, she’s beautiful.

More so now than even when we first met.

Because she’s happy. Fully, completely happy.

And loved.

I step close, running my fingers through her wet hair and starting the scalp massage she loves.

She moans.

“You’re going to have to teach me this massage,” Tucker says.

“Can do,” I agree.

“And I’m going to remodel this bathroom,” he says. “We can definitely put in a bigger shower.”

She laughs. “Is that necessary? You have a big shower and so does Christopher.”

“What about when we’re here though?” he asks. “I mean, I’m fine with you showering with Evan, but I promise it would be more fun if I was in there too.”

Her smile turns mischievous. “Oh? This showerhead is detachable. I’m not sure I really need even one of you.”

Tucker growls. “So yes, the sweet agreeable time is up.”

She laughs.

I grip her hair in a wet ponytail. “Careful. We’ll tell Christopher that you’re being a brat.”

“Oh, no,” she says. “He might spank me. That would be terrible.”

“Naughty,” I tell her.

“Just how you like me.” She lifts up and nips my bottom lip.

She’s right.

“Maybe we make a rule that there’s no sex at Finley’s place,” I say, resuming the massage.

“You know that will just make her try even harder to seduce us here,” Tucker says.

“True.”

Finley doesn’t deny it. Of course, her eyes are shut, and she’s leaning into my chest as I massage her head. She might not have even heard what we said.

“Definitely remodeling this bathroom,” Tucker says. “I want to be able to fuck her in all ways, no matter where we are.”

I like his easy use of the word ‘we’.

“I have another fantasy,” Finley says, her eyes still shut.

“Anything,” I tell her.

“I want you and Tucker. At the same time.”

I still. I’m not opposed but…

“Fuck, Finley.” Tucker sounds almost pained.

She leans around the curtain. “Is that a good ‘fuck Finley’ or a bad one?”

“Good, baby. Really good.”

“Yeah? You know what I mean. Like you in my pussy and Evan in my?—”

“Jesus, yes, I know what you mean.”

“And you will do that?”

“Of course. But—” Tucker steps up to the curtain and takes her chin between his finger and thumb. “What if I want your sweet, tight little ass?”

She sucks in a breath. Then she says, “You’re huge, though.” She looks at me. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Tucker is huge.

“Then we’ll work you up to that,” he says, running his thumb over her bottom lip. “Maybe some ass plugs.”

My cock surges with renewed life.

“Christopher will no doubt want in on this too,” Tucker says.

She swallows. “Well, I’d want someone in my mouth.”

Tucker swears and kisses her, hot and deep.

“So you’re in? For all of that?” she asks when he lets her up for air.

“Anything,” he says sincerely. “Whatever you want. We can do it all.”

“Yeah?” she asks, looking at me.

“Of course.” I laugh. “But not tonight. We do need to work up to that. But I promise we will, and it will be very fun even getting you ready for it.”

She smiles, then looks up at Tucker. “Guess we’ll have to come up with something else for the rest of tonight.”

“Yeah,” he says. “Like we could watch a movie. Or, I don’t know, talk. We don’t have to be fucking every single second we’re all together.”

Her eyes widen. “No?”

“No.” He looks at me, then back to her. “We have all the time in the world to do all the things. Like friends do.”

“Promise?” she asks softly, her smile hopeful and full of love.

His return smile is the same. “I do.”

I turn and see that Christopher has propped himself in the doorframe of the bathroom, watching the three of us with hungry eyes.

“Get in here, boss,” I tell him.

He does.

And we make it work.

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