“Well, there’s something else we agree on.” Ryan resumed pacing. “Ryan Masters, by the way.” He didn’t go so far as to offer a handshake.
“Alejandro Ramos.” His hands stayed on his thighs also.
“What do we do now?”
“Damned if I know. Perhaps we should ask Justin and Trevor, although from what Lindsey has told me, this is hardly a comparable situation.”
“No, definitely not. Those two have been together and shared their women since they were teenagers.” He physically shook—his entire body jerking in front of Alex’s eyes. “I’ve no intention of ever rubbing my dick up against yours. Just so we’re clear.”
That broke the ice. Alejandro started laughing and couldn’t stop. “Nor I yours,” he managed to sputter. “Though I have enjoyed a few ménages, I haven’t ever gone both ways, as you Americans call it.”
“At least we’re clear on that.”
Sobered, they stared at each other for a full minute. “I thought you were going to punch me in there.”
“I might have if Lindsey hadn’t…”
“True. Can’t say I hadn’t considered it myself. Um, we better go back inside before our sweet mate drags information out of Kara she has no business knowing tonight.”
“Yeah, God it’s going to be a long night of cold showers.” Ryan walked toward the back door with his head down.
“You aren’t kidding. At least you haven’t known that for the last four hours. I was already planning on it. She’s too innocent to spring this on her so fast.”
“Let’s drop her off. Go for a long run in the woods and sleep on it. We can figure things out tomorrow, and then lay it on that sexy little demon we’ve landed.”
“’Kay.”
*
The door opened and two defeated-looking, cordial sex gods wandered back inside, tails between their legs.
Lindsey hadn’t gleaned one tiny piece of information from Kara in all the time these two idiots had been outside facing off.
“So?”
“We’re sorry.” Ryan spoke first.
“That’s it? You’re sorry?” She threw her hands up in the air in defeat and stood. “Kara? Would you take me home? Please.” Maybe she could get more out of her in the car.
“I think I better stay out of this one. But, you should know that I love you to pieces and I’ll always be there for you.”
“I need you now, Kara. What do you mean, no?”
Alejandro spoke next. “Lindsey, we uh… There’s a lot we need to tell you, but we think it would be better for you if we just took you home tonight. We need some time to ourselves. Hell, you probably do too.”
“We? Who is this we? Alejandro? I came here with you. So you could meet my friends. Some of whom you seem to have already met. I get that there’s some bad blood between you and Ryan for whatever reason, though I can’t imagine why. And if you want to keep it to yourself for now, that’s fine. But…” She looked around the room. “There is no damn way in the world you can convince me there isn’t more you aren’t telling me.”
“That’s true. There’s a lot we need to tell you. And I’m begging you to sleep on it, and let us readdress it tomorrow.”
“Sleep? You want to take me home and put me to bed after this crazy scene from a nineteen sixties episode of the Twilight Zone and expect me to sleep?” Lindsey humphed. Propped her hands on her hips and humphed. “On second thought, forget it. You leave. And take Justin’s brother with you. Kara?” She turned to her supposed friend. “Can I stay in your guest room tonight?”
“Of course, hon. Of course. I’ll just…” She gestured to the other side of the house and walked out without another word.
“Lindsey…” Alex began.
“Don’t.” She held out a hand. “Please. You’re at least partially right. I don’t want to hear anything else tonight. Not even sure I ever do. In fact, don’t call me tomorrow. Don’t come by. Just leave me alone.” She turned on her heel and exited the same way Kara had. She knew the guest room. It would be all set up and ready for her.
She nearly flew down the hall and slammed the door behind her. Her emotions ran the gamut. On the one hand her body was still shaking from her attraction to two men in one evening. How the hell could she be so attracted to both of them? She’d needed to escape more for her own sanity than any real desire to be rid of them. What was wrong with her? And what the hell was wrong with them?
She paced the room, hands twitching at her sides.