Knot So Lucky (Destination Love, #1)(44)

Nate grunts, “You’re a dickhead,” through four more reps as we focus on spotting before TJ chimes in.

“What’s the bet?”

“She screams my name…I win…she deletes her roster. Or I pay her sister and her bestie a grand a day.”

Nate cracks his neck after banking the weights in place, narrowing his eyes on me.

“A fucking grand a day?” He chuckles. “Nah, come on…you’re into her, because then why give a fuck about her roster?”

I don’t even hesitate with my answer.

“Because it’s petty, inconvenient to her, and hilarious. Plus, she started that shit. She made a bet with her friends that she could resist temptation, knowing we’d already made a deal not to fucking touch each other. I just bested her hustle and put fucking back on the table.”

TJ’s still amused as Nate crosses his arms, teetering on skeptical.

“You care if we join the party?” he throws out.

I’m already shaking my head. It was a matter of time before Eleanor got what she wanted. And I get to watch her get it. Frankly, I like that she’s down for dirty shit because I’m all in, but the way Nate and I are staring at each other makes me say something I’ve never said before.

“No. Like I said, she’s down. But it’s a team event. You get me? Dibs still applies, dick.”

How old am I? Jesus.

Nate smirks, but TJ taps my arm like he’s about to tell me a good joke.

“Look at it this way. Maybe we can help your cause…get her to scream your name, seeing as your dick is unconvincing.”

“Shut the fuck up.” I laugh. “Anyway, once I’m back at the penthouse, I’ll ask her if she wants to hang out…with all of us.”

Nate exchanges a look with TJ before he leans his shoulder against the metal weight stand and grins.

“How much longer you still got here?”

I take a drink from my sports bottle before I cock my head.

“Like three more hours…why? You can’t keep it in your pants for that long?” I’m joking, but I pause for a second, looking between them. “What kind of dumbass plan are you two Jedi mind sharing?”

Nate produces a chuckle that makes me even more nervous. But it’s TJ who props his forearm on my shoulder as he lays it on thick.

“Us? Dumbasses? Never…” Before I get a word of protest out, he adds, “You’re nuts, bro.” And his fist connects with my junk.

“Fuck,” comes out strained and empty as I suck in a vat of air and double over.

I’m going to kill him.

Between their laughter and the fact that I can’t even look up, I’m committing this to memory so law enforcement will know their deaths were premeditated.

“Deep breaths, dude.”

I can’t even tell who’s speaking because I feel sick to my stomach.

“Payback’s a bitch. You bogarted our girl—”

“And now we’re going to show her the time of her life.”

Motherfuckers.

I’d laugh if it wasn’t me that was in pain. But that’s fine because by the time I feel better, I’ll have figured out how to drown them both in the goddamn water fountain.





nineteen





“I am the Daddy.”





eleanor


QB with the giant cock: Incuming.





Me: What?





QB with the giant cock: *wink emoji.





“Hey, where’d you go? Are you listening to me?”

“Sami, I have to call you back. Crew sent me the weirdest text…and I think he’s stupid and doesn’t know how to spell incoming because he put a u.”

A beep, like someone’s coming into the penthouse, makes me lift my head as I immediately hang up in the middle of what my sister was saying. Because the smile on my face can probably be seen from space. All caused by my favorite naughty duo, Tweedle-hung and Tweedle-back facial, who are currently standing in the entry.

I push off the couch, walking toward the guys, finally in on the joke from earlier—InCUMing.

“What are you two doing here?”

The sexiest smirk grows on TJ’s face, making that beard of his look even more delicious as he holds his hand up like he’s telling me a secret.

“We’re here to kidnap you.”

My eyes pop open, but Nate holds up a bag of doughnuts.

“We even brought snacks to tempt you into letting us.”

I groan, my eyes rolling back into my head dramatically.

“Tempt me? You may never get rid of me if you keep giving me doughnuts.”

TJ grins, propping himself against the kitchen island with one hand, making the veins in his arm act slutty.

“So whaddya say? You wanna spend the day with us…do something other than Crew?”

I laugh, taking the bag from Nate and inhaling the deliciousness as I open it before looking up at the guys, letting my eyes peruse their massive frames.

God, they’re so…tasty. The only problem is there’s one missing.

“Sweetheart,” TJ offers, looking at me the way I’m looking at him. “Say yes and we promise to show you a good time.”