Hunks, Hammers, and Happily Ever Afters (14 page)

Now I couldn’t imagine having Lily without her being mine. In front of everyone. For good.

I didn’t know where I stood with JC. Maybe just here. We’d fucked around with each other, and we were both in love with the same girl. Only difference was that he’d get to keep her.

“Sounds like congratulations are in order,” I managed, snatching Lily’s almost empty glass the second she set it down. JC was taking too damn long to pour. “So let’s party.”

CHAPTER TWELVE

Lily

I lit into JC the minute we got into his car to go home after the club. “Did you really have to do that?” I demanded, snapping my belt into place.

“Do what?”

His mild tone made me snarl. “You know exactly what. You goaded Emerson. Why, I don’t know. We’d just had such an amazing time together, and you had to—”

“You’re right. It was amazing. So what the fuck was up with him acting like Giovanni’s opinion meant so much and ours was worth shit?”

I fell silent. That wasn’t what Em had been acting like. Had it?

God knows I was still so starry-eyed from earlier that maybe I’d missed a few subtle clues. I’d been so overwhelmed, so awed, that the two men I loved so much could love each other too so openly and honestly. Their bravery in expressing themselves made me want to be stronger than I was, and to stand up to my father and admit what was really going on.

Yes, I loved JC, but I loved Emerson too. And if I couldn’t have both of them, I wouldn’t have one. In this case, it was truly double or nothing.

But before I’d even had a chance to process what had happened, JC had erupted like a volcano of stupid and I hadn’t even had a chance to jump back before he’d spewed molten-hot lava all over me too.

If I hadn’t feared embarrassing Emerson by discussing the whole sordid situation in front of our friends, I would’ve ripped JC a new one right away for how he’d told everyone about us. The last thing I wanted was for Em to be hurt. I also didn’t want to violate his privacy by talking about things in public he didn’t want talked about.

So I’d bided my time and waited until I could kick JC’s fine ass in private.

Result? Emerson had shut down almost entirely for the rest of the night, and then he had gone home alone. I’d tried to convince him to come over to JC’s for a little while, just to try to reconnect—though I was pressing it with my father by staying out so late again—but he’d claimed he was sore and exhausted and really needed some sleep if he was going to make it to work the next morning.

It was all BS. He’d completely dominated that fight, and he’d been in a great mood until JC had divebombed his battleship.

For God’s sake, Emerson had practically gone mute after JC’s table revelations. He’d talked to Gio and Carly, and Jenna and Dan, but only if spoken to. He didn’t initiate anything. When we all got up to dance again, he consented to dance with me once then disappeared. He’d finally emerged at the end of the night, probably sensing I was about to send a search party out for him.

I didn’t know what he’d been doing during the time he’d been MIA—or with who. He was a faithful guy, but maybe he didn’t have any reason to think he needed to be faithful to me.

I slanted a look at JC, noting his rigid posture and iron grip on the wheel. Or us.

“You shouldn’t have sprung the conversation with my dad on him like that.” I pushed my hair out of my eyes and tried to drag my ragged temper back in line. “It wasn’t fair.”

I expected JC to lash out at me, to insist that Emerson had been the one who’d screwed up by discounting our opinions about his greatness and not immediately declaring to the world that we were...doing what people in a threesome did. Early and often.

Okay, so I supposed I still had a few hang-ups too. I hadn’t quite wrapped my mind all the way around the reality of having two boyfriends. Two men to call mine who were totally into me and into each other. As awesome as it was, it was also all-encompassing.

Just a few weeks ago I’d been very single. Now I was practically anti-single. Or I had been before JC had stuck his giant Nike in it.

Again.

“It bothered me, all right? That he could be with us, be frigging naked with us, then just act like our opinion wasn’t as important as Giovanni Big Shot Costas’s. We were trying to build him up, to make him see what we see when we look at him, and he ignored it until Costas validated it.”

Hurt laced JC’s voice, and since that was something I rarely heard from him—something he rarely allowed to show, even to me—I just reached for one of his hands and tangled our fingers together. Maybe calling him out wasn’t the right course. It hadn’t been earlier tonight when he’d tried the same tactic on Emerson, that was for sure.

“What do you see when you look at Em?” I asked softly, rubbing his knuckles.

He blew out a breath as he flipped on his turn signal and made a sharp right. It had started raining while we were in the club and the streets were gleaming with puddles. Not that JC slowed down any. He drove like he did everything.

Fast and recklessly.

“I see a guy who’s too proud and stoic to admit what he wants. Maybe who doesn’t even know.”

“And that pisses you off because...?”

The corner of his mouth curled. “You sound like my psychiatrist.”

I frowned. “You have a psychiatrist? How come I didn’t know this about you?”

“Had. Not anymore.” He guided the car around a group of tourists gawking up at the glittery skyscrapers and hung another right. “When I was five, my parents nearly divorced. They sent me to a shrink to make sure I was handling things okay, because I was acting out.”

“You, acting out?” I tightened my hold on his hand. “I’ll never believe it.”

His lip twitch turned into a laugh. “Yeah, yeah, I know I can be a dick. But God, babe, after tonight, I guess I couldn’t believe he didn’t want to shout from the rooftops like I do that we’re together.”

“Tonight was amazing,” I agreed softly, smoothing my fingers over the calluses on his hand. His hard work showed up all over his body, in the marks and scars he wore like armor. “But you tried to force his hand by telling him about what you said to my dad. He probably wasn’t ready to acknowledge we were together yet.”

“Why?” The simplicity of his question broke my heart. Or at least chipped it.

If only Emerson could see this side of JC. He wasn’t always the cocksure, overconfident man Emerson thought. There was a confused, attention-starved little boy inside JC, and every now and then, hints of him sneaked out.

“I think there may be a couple reasons.” I bit my lip as he eased the car to the curb a block up from my apartment. I hadn’t shared all of my past with JC, but I needed to. He deserved to have all of that information.

He let go of my hand long enough to turn off the ignition, then shifted toward me. “Like what?”

It was easier to start with Emerson’s concerns, of course. Possible concerns, since it wasn’t like he’d discussed his feelings with me. As if. It had been years since I’d been Em’s confidant. God, I missed it. And worse, I didn’t know why it had changed. If it was just because of him, or if something in me had caused him to close off.

“I think it’s hard with MMA guys,” I said hesitantly, keeping my hold tight on his hand. “Some of them are the macho types that might have a problem with a bisexual guy. Or at least I’m guessing Emerson might perceive them that way.” I huffed out a sigh. “I can’t say if they would or not, or if he even truly thinks that or not. I’m just guessing too. But I know he’s always been super-conscious of public opinion because of what happened when he was a kid.”

“What happened?”

“He was beat up a lot. Kids picking on him for his size. And then his dad died, and my dad ended up bringing him home one day. They bonded right away, probably because Dad went through something similar.” We went through something similar, but I didn’t say that. Yet.

“Wait a second, kids beat up on Emerson? The dude’s huge.”

“He wasn’t always huge. He was a scrawny kid. Until my dad dragged him to the gym, he wasn’t into sports at all.”

JC frowned. “What happened to his dad?”

I swallowed hard, hoping I wasn’t breaking a confidence. But JC had missed vital pieces of my puzzle and Emerson’s, which interlocked in more ways than we probably even realized. “He was shot to death. Drug deal gone bad.” When JC sucked in a breath, I forged ahead. Sheer cowardice had me hoping my confession would pile up with Em’s and become indistinguishable. “And my mom was killed during a mugging two years before Em’s dad. They tried to take her purse and she wouldn’t let go.”

Why wouldn’t she let go? I’d wondered that so many damn times over the years. If only she’d let them take her money. If only she hadn’t fought them. If, if, if.

In the end, I knew that my strong, stubborn mama had fought those two guys like she’d fought to have me, her only child. The doctors had told her she’d never give birth, yet she’d continued trying and one day, she’d discovered I was on the way.

Because she’d never ever given up on what she wanted.

“Oh babe, I’m so sorry—” JC undid his belt and started sliding toward me, but I held up a hand to ward him off. I needed to say the rest.

“They pushed her down and she hit her head on the sidewalk. She bled out right there.” My hand curled into JC’s shirt, and the steady beat of his heart centered me in spite of the chaotic emotions whirling through me. “We were halfway through putting together our first dollhouse when she died. She’d just picked out this little blue and white pitcher, to go on the little butcher block table in the kitchen.” I fought back the tears that pooled in my eyes. In my heart. “‘Someday, baby girl, we’re going to have this fancy pitcher. We’re going to have this pretty table, and all this furniture to fill up our big house. Until then, we’re going to dream.’”

“Come here,” JC said huskily, and I couldn’t stay out of the safety of his arms any longer. Outside of them I was cold and lonely, and I only had to inch forward to take the comfort he offered so willingly.

I pressed my face into his neck, drawing in the scent of his pricey cologne, the slight hint of sweat from our hours at the club and the smell of the generic soap from the warehouse shower. Home. Somehow he was my home, just as Emerson was. I didn’t know how I’d gotten so lucky to find not one amazing man who fit so well with me, but two.

God, I didn’t want to lose one of them before he’d ever truly been mine.

“He’s tried to take care of me all these years,” I whispered. “Him and my dad. I was the focus of all their attention, the one they needed to keep safe. But I wasn’t keeping him safe. I wasn’t making sure he was okay. I just let him and my dad coddle me, without thinking about what they needed. I shouldn’t have put them in that position.”

“You didn’t. It sounds like they wanted to take care of you. That it gave them a purpose.” He nudged my hair away from my tear-smeared eyes and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “It’s giving me a purpose now too.”

I sniffled and shook my head. “I can take care of myself.”

“But you realize that doing it makes them happy too? Makes me happy?” He pulled me closer. “It’s not about you not being able to do it. It’s about loving someone.”

The lump in my throat was growing bigger by the second. “It’s my turn to do the taking care. I want to give them something back. Do you know my father hasn’t been on a date since my mother died? Not one. He deserves that. And Emerson...I know he’s avoiding seeing my dad because he feels guilty over me. Which is crazy. He’s given me so much these last few weeks. You both have. If he’s not ready for us to publicly declare—” I broke off and frowned. “What if I’m wrong? What if he wasn’t upset about that?”

“About us admitting we’re together?” His thumbs smoothed over my cheeks, blotting up the tears I was barely aware of crying. Already they were drying.

Now I was focused on Emerson.

“Yeah. What if he was hurt we hadn’t included him?”

JC’s brows lifted. “But he never said a damn thing about us being a real couple. Err, I mean threesome.”

“Neither did you,” I reminded him as I eased back to tug my phone out of my purse. “Maybe he’s been struggling with wanting to. I don’t know, because he never just says.” I gripped the phone tightly without turning it on. “He’s so close to my dad, and God, he has to be afraid of what he’ll think.”

“Aren’t you?”

“Yeah.” I shut my eyes. “I’m terrified. I don’t want to hurt him, or make him worry. But I also don’t want to walk away from the best thing I’ve ever found.” JC stroked my hair and I opened my eyes, staring at him in the darkened car. “I’ve always wondered if I had my mom’s strength. But I’m tired of being weak. Of hoping one day he’ll just open up to me, and I’ll finally understand what’s going on behind that inscrutable mask he wears.”

“You talking about your dad or Emerson?”

“Both. But right now, Em.” I lifted my phone. “Dammit, I’m going to make him open up. I’m not going to back down until he does.”

JC laughed softly and shifted back toward the wheel. He turned the ignition before I even asked him to. “All I gotta say is that boy’s in some serious trouble.”

I set my chin and hit the speed dial for Emerson’s number. “You bet your fine ass he is.”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Emerson

The first thing I did when I walked in the door of my apartment was head straight into the shower. I stayed in there longer than the hot water held out, mainly because I couldn’t wash away the voices in my head or the combined scents clinging to my skin. Lily and JC had imprinted themselves on my flesh in a way that mere soap and scalding water could never erase.

The semi erection I’d had since the locker room still hadn’t abated. I’d come so hard in the shower that there was absolutely no reason I should be tempted to rub one out. Except for the fact that I’d watched JC fuck Lily and I’d wanted to be part of it. To share that moment.

I wanted him to fuck me too, while Lily wrapped around us both.

But that probably wasn’t going to happen. They were a couple. Even Lance was on board. If there had ever been a place for me with them, I must’ve screwed it up somehow. Or else I’d lost them by not putting my cards on the table.