“This is the talk Knox said you needed to have with me?” I asked.
Creed nodded.
“After you kissed Keelan—” Colt started to say.
“And Knox,” Creed interrupted.
“Knox kissed me,” I corrected.
Colt huffed a laugh. “Regardless of who kissed who, the four of us knew it was time to have a talk about our feelings for you and how that would affect us.”
“So the four of you all discussed sharing me?” I asked. I was a little peeved I hadn’t been included in that particular conversation. What if I didn’t want to be shared between the four of them? Not saying I didn’t. It just would have been nice to be asked.
“When you say it like—” Colt said with a strained voice at the same time Creed bluntly answered, “Yes.”
I appreciated the bluntness for this particular conversation, which was causing my head to spin a little. It had taken me a while to wrap my brain around dating Colt and Creed, but also pursuing relationships with Keelan and possibly Knox? “That’s the talk you had when Jacob attacked me?”
Colt’s arms tightened around me. “I shouldn’t have asked you to leave. You told me about him, and I should have made sure you got to your car safely.”
I threw an arm back and around Colt’s neck. I tilted to the side a little so I could see him. “Don’t do that. You had no way of knowing what was going to happen.” I pulled on him a little, wanting him to kiss me.
He saw what I wanted and pressed his lips to mine. He moved one of his hands under my chin, holding me in place as he stroked his tongue past my lips. Every time they kissed me, it set my blood on fire and that heat always rushed between my legs. Forgetting that my legs were wrapped around Creed’s waist, I tried to squeeze them shut.
Creed’s hands moved to my butt under my dress. “Not that I’m complaining about where this might head, but it is Keelan’s birthday and we’re not done talking,” he said, sounding amused.
I pulled away from Colt, a little breathless, and faced forward.
Creed took in my flushed appearance and swollen lips with a torn look.
Colt cleared his throat. “Do you understand what we’ve told you, babe?”
“You’re telling me it's alright for me to date Keelan and Knox as well.” I was relieved that I hadn’t screwed things up between us and ruined their trust after I’d kissed Keelan. I unhooked my legs from around Creed. He set me down on my feet and I stepped out from between them. “I’m going to need time to process everything.”
9
The party was in full swing. A bunch of Keelan’s friends, some employees who worked at the gym, and Ethan and Isabelle had all shown up. People were in the pool, including the twins and Ethan. Isabelle was sitting by the steps with her feet in the water, laughing at Ethan’s antics. Some people were sitting around the firepit, which wasn’t lit because it was hotter than Hades out. Keelan was standing next to the pool with a small group of friends, talking, smiling, and drinking beer. Knox and I were working next to each other in the outdoor kitchen while Micah supervised us from where he sat on one of the four bar stools that bordered one side of the kitchen, drinking a beer.
“You don’t like melon,” Knox said as he flipped burgers on the grill.
“I know,” I said as I continued to cut up a melon for the fruit salad I was making.
“Then why are you adding it?” he asked.
“Just because I don’t like it doesn’t mean other people don’t like it. I know you and your brothers do,” I said, holding out a piece of honeydew.
He eyed it with a frown, then took it from my wet fingers and plopped the whole thing in his mouth.
I returned to cutting. “Plus, it adds a pop of color to the fruit salad.”
“And why is that important?” Knox asked.
“When something is appealing to the eye, people are more inclined to eat it,” I explained.
“I couldn’t agree more, gorgeous,” Micah said, taking a sip of his beer with a sly grin.
Knox shot Micah a look, the corner of his mouth tugged upward.
Did he…he wasn’t talking about food. “I swear, you Stone boys really love to make things dirty.”
Micah’s pretty eyes flicked to me and he gave me this smirk that was purely male. “That’s because we Stone boys know a good time is better spent being dirty. Hell, the dirtier the better, in my opinion.”
The way he said that made my heart race a little.