Page 27 of Their Wicked Ways

“Fuck.” Wes dragged his hands down his face. “I thought he was into it. I thought we all had a great time.”

“We did.”

Both Wes and I jumped at the soft voice. Jett stepped out from around the building, his cheeks pink and his eyes downcast.

“That…” He waved behind him. “That wasn’t because you guys did something wrong. You gave me every chance to say no. I was a willing participant.”

“Oh, thank fuck.” Wes’s shoulders sagged with relief.

“I swear we had no idea you worked for Quinn or even knew him.” I needed him to know this wasn’t a setup.

“I know.” He clasped his hands in front of him and peeked up at us through his impossibly long lashes. “That wasn’t about you. Well, it was mostly about you, but not totally.”

Wes and I exchanged a look.

“Some shit happened on Friday night before I went to the club. It messed me up more than I wanted to admit. I never would have gone to Envy if it hadn’t happened, and I definitely wouldn’t have done…that.” He cleared his throat. “I didn’t freak out because of what we did. I panicked because I’m not out.” Red spots stained his cheekbones. “Nobody else knows I’m bi.”

Wes and I exchanged another look. Now his panic made more sense.

“We won’t tell anyone,” Wes said, his tone sincere. “It’s not our place. We’d never out you.”

“Thanks.” The corners of his mouth ticked up in a quick but barely there smile. “I appreciate that.”

“I think we can all agree that what happened, happened,” I said carefully.

Jett lifted his gaze to mine. Something in my gut tightened at his seeking expression. At how young and vulnerable he looked.

He’d seemed older at the club, around our age. Had we been wrong? He had to be at least twenty-one to get into Envy. It wasn’t the most reputable place when it came to hedonism and public sex, but it had a strict carding policy.

But he lived in a college town. How hard would it be to get a fake ID?

“And the best thing for everyone moving forward would be to just put it behind us,” I continued. “We’re all adults, and we made a choice. Now we can focus on being coworkers.”

Jett nodded, looking at Wes for confirmation.

Wes also nodded. “Yeah.”

“How old are you?” I asked, needing to know.

He smirked, the last of his shyness fading. “Old enough.”

I pinned him with a look. “And how old is that?”

“I’m twenty-three.” He glanced between us. “And you guys are what, thirty?”

“Fuck off.” Wes grinned. “We’re twenty-four. Or at least I am. Ez turned twenty-five last week.”

“Last week?” Jett raised one eyebrow teasingly.

“On Thursday.”

“Interesting.” Jett chuckled, but it wasn’t a humorous sound, more playful. “So was I your birthday present?”

Wes barked out a laugh and shot me an incredulous look. The guy who had a literal panic attack when he saw us a few hours ago was making jokes about our threesome?

Maybe we would be fine.

Wes lightly punched me in the shoulder. “Let’s just say you were a gift for the both of us.”