Knot So Lucky (Destination Love, #1)(30)

I laugh. I can’t help it.

I’m sitting on the damn floor, butt-ass naked, covered in a blanket.

Like a dog rubbing on a rug, I scooch around underneath my fluffy little tent, gathering the material around me before I carve out a little opening for my face to peek out.

A piece of my hair flies off my forehead, landing back in the same spot as I blow it before unsuccessfully hiding my smile.

“Hi.”

Two incredibly handsome behemoths stare back, and I instantly like them…again.

What’s not to like?

Nate is built like a brick shithouse with black hair, brown eyes, and a decent amount of stubble on his face. He’s wearing shorts that must be custom-made because his tattooed thighs are thicker than sexy intended. Yum.

And TJ is an extra-dirty, auburn-bearded god. He’s a little shorter and leaner than Nate but just as sexy because his hazel eyes make you want to melt in them. The showstopper is his insanely well-defined forearms. The veins alone could make a nun sweat.

Suddenly, the memory of TJ pulling the front of the Elvis jumpsuit open and pretending to lick his nipple during our complimentary wedding photos blesses my mind.

“Hey, Elvis.”

TJ chuckles and walks over to me, staring down before he squats.

“Girl, you look like a real cute version of ET.” He winks and points to himself. “Not Elvis, TJ.” He then hooks a thumb over his shoulder to the brick shithouse. “Nate.”

Oh, I’m a little swoony because I’d forgotten about TJ’s twinge of a Southern drawl. It’s enough to make my panties wet…if I had any on.

“I know…I remember you. I wasn’t that drunk. But it’s nice to meet you again.”

In fact, I remember everything way too acutely right now.

TJ smirks, staring into my eyes.

“It was more than nice the first time, sweetheart.”

I press my lips together as he winks and reaches out, gripping where my shoulders are hidden under the fluffy comforter, and lifts. I squeal but hold the blanket tight as he sets me to my feet.

“Atta girl. Let’s get ya off your ass.”

“Thank you,” I say sweetly, eyes shifting to Nate as he holds up a bag of McDonald’s. “Yes!” I draw out, shuffling toward it like a clumsy penguin.

I rock my head back and forth because my hair is stuck inside the blanket before stopping in front of Nate.

“You are a lifesaver. Seriously. I’m starving. I was promised lunch, but seems my ball and chain’s already set on disappointing me.”

I jerk my head toward the bed, where TJ is now sitting, and Nate’s eyes follow.

“You should let us make it up to you. We never disappoint.”

Oh, hello.

Nate grins and winks at me, whispering, “It’s true,” before slipping his hand around the back of my neck, adding, “Let me,” as he pulls my hair free.

Oh, man. As if one of these charmers wasn’t enough. The way these two fuckers seem to tag team everything makes my skin heat. I let out a quiet half laugh before I bite my lip.

I’m about to say something when Crew clears his throat from behind Nate. And it’s not the kind people do because they have something clogging it. No, it’s the excuse me, I’m here kind.

My teeth immediately find the inside of my cheek to stop myself from smiling. Mainly because Nate doesn’t move as he stares down at me with mischief in his eyes. I like him. But before I can tell him that, Nate gives and takes a step away, clearing the doorway.

I shift my head, and all I see is Crew.

Fuck. Me.

The not-love of my life is seated on the arm of the couch…shirtless…and in gray sweats. When did he get those? He must’ve snuck into the room while I was in the shower.

Good god. And I mean that.

Because there has to be one. I believe now.

Only someone who created miracles could think I was making it out of this moment without breaking all ten of the ’ments.

My eyes peruse his body. Shamelessly.

If I could stop them, I would. But…for fuck’s sake…he has that v thing that disappears into his sweats like it’s pointing to buried treasure. I remembered it, but in person, the drunk memory didn’t do it justice. And he has a six-pack when he’s sitting. Nobody has a six-pack when they’re sitting.

He’s perfect… I hate him. I hope he gets the stomach flu. After we fuck.

No. Goddammit. Keep your legs closed for the sisterhood, ho.

Crew brings a hand to his chest, rubbing it, and I feel my mouth water like my body’s actually embarrassed that I’m this thirsty.

I wonder if all girls are this horny? There’s got to be medication for this. Like the anti-Viagra or whatever the equivalent is for women. I roll my eyes at myself, going for snarky as I look at him, trying to hide the bang me leaking from my pores.

“Gray sweatpants…really?”

Crew smirks as I continue. “You’re a filthy whore. Put some clothes on.”

I did not hide anything.

A voice from behind him makes my eyes pop open wide.

“I told you she wouldn’t fall for it. Nice try though. But my bestie isn’t caving.”

“Millie,” I shriek, jumping up and down and almost dropping my bag of Mickey D’s as she laughs.

Crew’s eyes stay on me. And for the first time in the last hour, I smile at him before tugging my blanket tighter.