Page 189 of Just for the Plot

Calmly, I walk up to her and place my hands on her hips. “I like you so fucking much, Bower. And I’m sorry I set you up with Cougar, sorry for more reasons than you could probably think. And if it’s any consolation, the entire plan blew up in my face as I had to witness you going out with him, see pictures of you two together with dating rumors swirling around. It was fucking torture.”

She looks away and says, “Well, you deserved it for doing something like that.”

“And I took my punishment,” I say, moving in closer and sliding my hands up her sides. “It just about killed me seeing you two together.”

“I’m glad,” she says, like a brat, but I fucking like it.

“Hey.” Her eyes meet mine. “I’m sorry, Bower.”

And just like that, her anger disappears as she pretends to maintain the same disposition. “Well, how do you suppose you make it up to me?”

“I have some thoughts.” I grip her shirt and tug on it, pulling it up and over her head, leaving her naked in front of me.

“It better involve your face between my legs.”

“Trust me, it does.” I lift her up and carry her to the couch, where I lay her down, prop one leg up on the back and spread the other wide so it’s hanging off the side. I look her in the eyes and say, “Really sorry, babe.”

“Mm-hmm, show me.”

And then she grips the back of my head and pushes me between her legs.

“Muffins for the table,” OC says as he takes a seat and places a plate of a variety of muffins between us.

Graydon eyes me and I glance up at OC. “If you do anything disgusting with those, you’re no longer a part of the Gladdy Daddies.”

“My tonguing of muffins—in public—is done.”

“Hate that he addedin public,” Graydon says as he picks one up.

“Same. Make a note to never go to his place.”

“Missing out. I have a pinball machine,” OC says.

“You do?” Nolan asks, walking up in a pair of holey gray sweatpants with the pant legs pulled up, showing off his tube socks and slides. He paired the outfit with a Bombers shirt that he cut the hem off of so it shows off half an inch of his skin, and on top of his head is a cowboy hat.

If he was looking to go incognito, he failed.

“Nolan Hart, right?” OC asks, looking him up and down.

“Damn right.” He lends out his hand and OC shakes it. “You’re Oden O’Connor, right? Fucking fast as shit on skates, dude.”

“Thanks. I do a lot of squats.”

“It shows, my man.” Then Nolan turns to Graydon and salutes him. “Graydon, I understand you don’t like attention of any sort or people touching you.”

“Correct,” Graydon says.

“Nice to meet you then.” Nolan picks up his chair, turns it around and takes a seat, resting his arms on the back of the chair. “Muffins, fuck yeah.” He picks one up and then turns to OC. “What kind of pinball machine?”

OC seems to light up, clearly appreciating the addition to our threesome. “Mandalorian.Has the theme music and everything.”

“Sick,” Nolan says with a nod. “Invite me over. I want to bat around your balls.”

“You can bat around my balls anytime you want,” OC says, hearts in his eyes as I sit front and center to a new bromance forming right in front of me.

Graydon clears his throat and not so politely asks, “What the fuck is he doing here?”

Nolan just smirks at Graydon and bites into the muffin without taking the paper off.