Mind (Naughty Wishes #3) by Joey W. Hill Page B

today. He also face-planted in the yard. All of that was his fault.”
    “I’m sure. What am I going to do with the two of you?” She sounded tenderly amused, but she was too smart, and knew too much about them, to believe he was merely teasing her. “Are you okay, Chris? Has he hurt you?”
    “No . . . I think I hurt him.” But fuck it, it wasn’t as easy as it was with Sam. The things Geoff wanted, how those unspoken things made Chris feel, were things he couldn’t voice. Only by not saying things did he manage sometimes to say what he really needed to say. Which sounded fucked up, even in his own head.
    “Well, say you’re sorry.” She drew in a breath, letting it out in a rush of words.“So-has-anyone-had-sex-in-the-house-with-anyone-else-while-I’ve-been-gone?”
    She stuck an iron pipe in the spokes of his state of mind. He couldn’t help it, he laughed. “You are such a fucking brat.”
    “That was not a no. Oh my God, you did, didn’t you? Or he . . . or you both . . .”
    “We invited the UNC-Charlotte women’s basketball team over and did three of them at a time. Twice.”
    “Yeah, right.” She snorted, but then quieted. “Chris.”
    He ran a hand over his face. Unbidden, he remembered that moment Geoff had demanded a yes-or-no answer from him. Some strange feeling had spiked in his belly, and he’d spoken the one word. “Yes. We did. But it’s in a weird place right now, Sam. We’re trying to figure this out, and you acting part cheerleader and part like the coach telling us the whole game is riding on us, it’s too much pressure.”
    “Oh. Yeah, I can see that. I’m sorry.” She sounded genuinely chagrined, but hurt was under that. He cursed himself.
    “Hey, you’re okay.” He gentled his tone. “It’s just . . . it just happened, and it ended on a kind of crappy note. I’m being kind of an asshole because it’s bugging me. You didn’t deserve that, and you’re not acting that way.”
    “Maybe I was, a little bit. Sometimes the truth has to hurt, I guess. You can’t pretend it doesn’t, just to make the other person feel better. Otherwise nothing else will really be true.” Letting that settle between them, her tone changed and became more teasing. “Maybe you should go tell Geoff that if you gave it up for him, you expect cuddling. And pillow talk.”
    “Maybe you should mind your busy little nose before someone cuts it off.”
    “Men are so dumb.” There was a smile back in her voice, which made him feel better. He’d rather not alienate both of his best friends tonight. “So . . .” She cleared her throat. “Are you lying on your bed naked and sweaty? You’re still a bit breathless. I can hear that part.”
    “You really are a brat. How’s your thing going?”
    “Boring, as always, but Flo and I went out to a dance club tonight with some of the girls. It was fun.”
    “Lesbian club? No men in sight?”
    “Absolutely,” she lied cheerfully. “I’ll take you and Geoff there sometime and do a lap dance with a hot stranger to turn you both on.” Her voice turned into a throaty little purr. “So . . . is anything sore?”
    “You fishing for details?”
    “Yes,” she said. “I’m imagining so many things, but the reality . . . I want to hear about the reality. I’d like to watchthe two of you.”
    He blinked. “Why would you want to do that?”
    “Did you forget our girl-on-girl burger commercial conversation? Why do you want to see me give a lap dance to another woman? Seeing you two touching each other, your gorgeous bodies rubbing up against each other, your . . .” She paused. “I don’t think I’m drunk enough for phone sex. But I keep thinking about the way you look now, how things feel . . .”
    His cock tried to stir back to life at her intrigued tone. It gave him an idea. Maybe a bad one, but sometimes a guy had to risk the nest of snakes so he didn’t miss seeing something really cool happen on the other