Page 89 of Their Wicked Ways

“Are you sure?” I asked, not daring to hope that they were telling the truth. “You’re Ez and Wes. You’ve been together forever. You’re literally the perfect couple. How could you feel anything for me?”

Ez’s mouth tipped up in his trademark smirk. “That’s the same thing we asked ourselves. Obviously it means you’re pretty awesome.”

I let out a bark of laughter as I was hit with a weird wave of euphoria. “You think I’m awesome?”

“Yup.” Wes’s usual grin was back. “And we’re awesome, so it makes sense that we’d be super awesome together.”

“Super awesome?” I teased. “Is that like next-level awesome?”

“You know it.” Ez’s smirk-smile was doing things to my insides, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I’d be able to keep my dick from reacting.

They liked me? And I wasn’t crazy and thosehadbeen dates?

“So what happens now?” I asked, my happiness fading as quickly as it had appeared.

“Now we decide what we want to do about all of this. The three of us,” Wes added.

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WES

“So what happens now?”Jett asked, his smile fading.

“Now we decide what we want to do about all of this. The three of us,” I said.

“How do you feel about what we just told you?” Ez asked gently. “I know this has to be really overwhelming for you, especially after what happened?—”

“Nothing happened.” He looked away, pain and something I couldn’t read clouding his features. “I got groped on a dance floor. That’s it.”

Ez put his hand over mine where it rested on his thigh, effectively silencing me before I could tell him itwasa big deal.

We’d barely made it inside the club when a sense of dread had fallen over me. Ez must have felt it too, because we’d both zeroed in on the dance floor and on Jett as those two fuckers accosted him.

I hadn’t seen him dance with them or anything that happened before they’d boxed him in and gotten handsy, and the rage I felt when he tried to push them away hit so hard and fast it took my breath away. Ez was the only reason I didn’t beat them into next week for daring to touch him.

Thank fuck he kept a clear head. Getting into a fight in the middle of the club was a great way to get my ass kicked by a bunch of drunk randoms who’d jump in without knowing the situation. That wasn’t how I wanted to spend my night.

I would have, and so would Ez, if Jett hadn’t been able to get away. But he’d managed to extract himself before things had gotten too far.

For most people, an incident like that would shake them up and maybe piss them off when the shock wore off.

But Jett was different.

He might seem like a typical twenty-three-year-old, but he wasn’t. He’d lived a full life and had a ton of experiences that most people his age didn’t, but he’d also been sheltered from things that most would consider normal experiences.

He’d never dealt with being harassed and groped on a dance floor. He’d probably never felt the fear that went along with knowing you were outnumbered and wouldn’t be able to fight your way out of something.

Especially if he’d gone to the club to try and deal with his confusion.

The first time he’d gone to Envy was after he found out about his ex-wife. He made an impulsive decision because he was hurting.

Was that what drove him to the club again tonight? Had he gone there to hook up like he said or because he was trying to feel something?

“What do you think about what we just told you?” I asked, steering the conversation away from what happened to him. Hopefully he’d talk to someone about it when he was ready.

He chewed on the corner of his lip.

“Did you have anything to drink tonight?” Ez asked.