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A handful of days and a dozen orgasms between us, and I knew that Owen was it for me. But I also knew he was going to leave me and move on with his life, and when that happened, I would be alone. Gratefully alone, because no one would ever compare to him and I had never been the kind of man to settle. I wasn’t going to start now, and I never wanted to even try.
Pulling into Rob’s driveway, I cut the engine.
“I’ll be right back,” I told the three of them. “Just letting him know we’re here.”
“He has cameras,” Flynn reminded me.
I knew Rob had cameras, but Rob also had kitchen whiskey and quiet. I flipped Flynn the bird and headed toward Rob’s front door. Gravel crunched under the soles of my shoes, and the disappointed look on Rob’s face when he opened the door wasn’t enough to stop my momentum. I pushed past him and marched straight into the kitchen.
“You look like someone shit in your cereal,” Grayson said in greeting.
He leaned against the kitchen counter, bottle of water in his hand and hair freshly styled. He had a bruise on his neck, peeking out over the collar of his shirt, the outlines of Rob’s teeth still visible against his skin.
“Flynn and Dalton have adopted Owen as one of their own,” I said, reaching past him for the bottle of whiskey that Rob kept on the counter.
“Is that really bad?”
“It’s a waste,” I mumbled.
Rob came up from behind and set a glass beside me, his hand rubbing a soothing circle between my shoulder blades. “Do you want to talk?” he asked.
Grayson finished his water and tossed the bottle into the trash can. “I’ll leave you to it,” he said.
“You don’t have to go,” I offered, pouring two fingers of whiskey into the glass and shoving the bottle toward the backsplash.
Grayson hesitated, and then stayed.
“I think bringing him out here was a bad idea,” I said.
“Are you not getting along?” Rob rested his ass against the counter beside me and Grayson propped himself up against the island, facing us.
“It’s not even that, I just…”
“You love him,” Grayson said.
I bit the corner of my tongue between my sharpest teeth and narrowed my eyes, but answered him with a nod.
“And you don’t think it’ll work out,” he added.
I scoffed. “I know it won’t work out.”
“This sounds familiar.”
“It’s completely different than the two of you.” I took a swallow of the whiskey and groaned for how good it burned on its way down my throat.
“How so?” Rob asked.
“He’s not dominant, for one. Owen is perfectly happy to let me push him against the wall and fuck him until he forgets the alphabet.”
“I like that too.” Grayson laughed. “That’s never been the real problem.”
“We’re compatible.”
“So are Rob and I.”
“And yet, I drank this whiskey just out there.” I gestured to the pool deck, lit up in golds and pinks as the sun sank toward the horizon. “Letting this guy talk about all the ways you weren’t.”
“He was stubborn,” Grayson said. “And wrong.”
