Knot So Lucky (Destination Love, #1)(6)

“I vote for Jack. I bet feisty looks good on you.”

The smell of hot fucking dude infiltrates my nose. Whoever’s behind me is wearing the kind of cologne that pisses you off when the face doesn’t match the scent.

I start to turn around, biting my lip as I think, Please be pretty, please be fucking pretty. But I barely get my face sideways before his lips meet my cheek, giving me a small peck.

Oh, hello.

I should be offended. But maybe it’s the liquor because I’m the opposite. I’m grinning, especially since he says something cute.

“Excuse you,” he whispers as if aghast, before drawing his head back. “If you want me to kiss you, you have to ask. What kind of guy do you take me for? I’m a good boy.”

Oh, his charm game’s competing at elite level.

I’m about to turn around to get a good look at Mr. Adorable when I feel someone on my other side slip their very large hand into mine.

What the fuck?

My head immediately snaps in that direction, but the grin I’m wearing turns into a smile. Because staring back at me are sexy brown eyes attached to a face that most definitely coaxes panties off with only a smirk and a suggestion.

He’s only wearing the smirk now, but I can see the suggestion hanging in the air.

Tall, dark, and handsome winks, and like the fucking audacious big dick he clearly is, he lifts my hand before softly biting my fucking knuckle and says, “Your lips are pretty.”

Millie blows out a small whistle, making me chuckle. Because yeah. DAMN. I stare up at my hand before I look back at stranger danger.

“Didn’t you ever learn to keep your hands to yourself?” I tease.

He unlocks his fingers from mine, still owning me with that smirk as I turn to look between both of my Friday night suitors.

“What in the threesome—” I whisper to myself and Millie, feeling her hand me my shot from over my shoulder. I raise my hand, accepting it as I stare between the two handsome giants.

“Is this the part where I choose which one of you is my favorite version of a one-night stand?”

They look at each other, smiling before they look back at me and shake their heads. Mr. Adorable offers a different option with a wink.

“Who said you have to choose?”

Millie clinks her shot to mine, whispering, “Jackpot,” before we down them, and the night gets just a little bit more interesting.





three





“You two look like there’s gonna be a tiger in the bathroom.”





crew


“Wake up, dick.”

My eyes struggle to open. No, fuck that. They straight up refuse as rough-ass hands rock my shoulder back and forth, trying to jolt me from sleep. But I grumble because my head is pounding.

“Jesus Christ, he sleeps like he’s in a coma.”

I don’t have to open my eyes to know it’s TJ, my best friend. His barely there Southern drawl gave him away.

A hoarse voice from my other side says, “Then shake him harder. Punch him in the fucking face if you have to. Desperate times, motherfucker.”

Nate—aka the one with all the bad ideas. He completes our trio of idiocy we call a crew.

“Fuck off,” I groan, shoving TJ’s hand off me before trying to pull the blanket over my head, but he yanks it back down, so I growl out, “It feels way too fucking early. And I feel way too fucking drunk. So eat a dick. Let me sleep.”

“Let’s put him in the shower. Fuck it,” Nate groans.

I shake my head. But my eyes are still closed as I flip him off, barking, “I’ll break your jaw if you try to get me outta this bed.”

My hand smacks down on a pillow next to me before I drag it over my face.

“Nooo,” TJ spits. “Nope. You gotta wake up.”

He jerks the pillow off and starts slapping my cheek. Hard.

For fuck’s sake.

“I’m up,” I bellow, smacking his hand as my eyes finally open. “Damn. All right. I’m up.” I rub a hand against the stubble on my jaw roughly, grinding out my words, “What the fuck is so important that you’re in here making me hate you?”

I blink up at them, suddenly grinning because they’re staring down at me, looking haggard, like in a scene straight out of The Hangover.

“You two look like there’s gonna be a tiger in the bathroom.”

Nate’s wearing his boxer briefs and last night’s shirt, despite missing all the buttons. But TJ takes the cake because he’s wearing an Elvis jumpsuit. Except it’s only half on, hanging at his waist with stains on the legs…pizza, maybe?

“What happened last night?” I say with a yawn, hearing them chuckle. I’m still half asleep, wiping my watery eyes, but even all teared up, I catch something.

Something on my left fucking hand.

Hold up.

I shoot to sitting like I’ve been jolted with a thousand volts. But as I do, the whole debaucherously insane night plays out at hyper speed through my mind until I land on the most important part.

“Holy shit. I got married…” My eyes lock with theirs. “And you two fucked my wife.”

“Yep. There it is,” TJ rushes out, clapping and looking at Nate. “He’s with us now. Welcome back, buddy. And the tiger ain’t in the bathroom. She’s in the fucking living room. You gotta get up. Claire’s here.”