The Bromance Book Club - Lyssa Kay Adams Page 0,77
an eyebrow. “Yes, your husband has a nice body.”
“Nice? Nice? His trainer has him doing some new core work, and you know those little V things guys have just above their hips?” Thea ran a finger up and down each side of her pelvic bones.
“Uh—”
“I mean, Gavin has always had them, but now he really has them. And then there’s the beard! And oh my God, Liv, do you know what he did tonight as I was leaving? He leaned. You know what I’m talking about, right? The man lean? He put his hands on either side of me and leaned to kiss me. He’s trying to kill me!”
Liv’s cackle sounded like a dying rooster. “So sleep with him already. Use him for his body and then throw him out.”
Alexis cleared her throat. “Um, who exactly are we talking about again?”
Liv and Thea spoke over each other.
“My husband.”
“Her husband.”
Alexis cocked her head. “You need permission from your sister to have sex with your husband?”
They spoke over each other again.
“No,” Thea growled.
“Yes.” Liv laughed.
Beef Cake meowed.
“Gavin and I have been . . . having trouble,” Thea explained, cheeks hot.
“Having trouble?” Liv snarked. “Is that how you’re describing it now?” Liv looked at Alexis. “She was ready to divorce him as of three weeks ago, but he sweet-talked her into letting him move home for a second chance.”
“He’s trying to fix our marriage.” There it was. She was defending him. The world had turned on its axis.
Liv’s laughter faded. “Wait. Are you—are you actually thinking about taking him back?”
Thea returned to her painting.
“Thea, you can’t be serious.”
Thea bit back a snarky response and settled for, “Why not?”
“Because you’re doing exactly what he wanted you to do. He has known all along how to get to you. This is what he does. He’s a professional athlete.”
Thea whipped around again. “What the hell does that have to do with anything?”
“It means he’s a natural competitor, and you are nothing but a game to him.”
“Gee, thanks.”
Liv pointed a finger for emphasis. “Do not let him win.”
Alexis stepped between them like a referee. “OK, how about I break open a bottle of wine and we can talk about this like sisters and friends—”
“I am not going to stand by and let him hurt you again,” Liv interrupted.
Thea felt cold and hot and furious all at once. “Liv, I love you, but you seem to have a really low opinion of my ability to decide for myself what is best for me.”
“Your track record isn’t great.”
Alexis spoke quietly. “Liv, I say this as one of your best friends. You are not being very fair to your sister right now. Things get complicated in relationships. Things can change when you least expect it. Can’t you support her during this?”
Liv’s face fell with a betrayal that hit Thea straight in the heart. “No. I can’t.” Liv grabbed her coat from the chair where she’d tossed it earlier. “Maybe Mom will support you. You are officially her daughter.”
* * *
• • •
Irena and Benedict were getting. It. On.
Gavin decided to catch up on some reading after putting the girls to bed, but holy shit. He had no idea a major sex scene was coming up. And not just any sex scene. This was fucking filthy. Did people actually do that shit back then?
Of course, we did, Lord Jelly Finger responded. Do you really think white, Western civilization invented cunnilingus in the twentieth century?
Whatever. All Gavin knew was that it finally happened.
He got a goddamned Book Boner.
He shifted uncomfortably on the couch and reread the scene. Benedict had his face up her skirts. Irena was panting. Moaning. Benedict worked two fingers inside her. In and out. In time with his tongue.
Sweet Jesus . . . he was definitely going to do that to Thea if he ever got the chance, and damn. The instant he replaced the image of Irena with the image of Thea, it was too much.
“Listen to me, my love,” Benedict whispered in her ear. “When we’re together like this, you are in charge. When we are together like this, I surrender to your pleasure alone.”
Gavin gave in and rubbed his hand down the front of his throbbing—
The front door suddenly flew open. Gavin jumped like a teenage boy caught looking at porn on his laptop. The book tumbled in the air, and he managed to grab it and shove it behind the couch cushion just before Thea rushed in.