Four Letter Word (Love Logic #2) - K.M. Neuhold Page 0,57
and I know there are different variations of how people conduct poly relationships. Some people keep their relationships completely separate. Some have relationship hierarchies with a “main” partner and “side” partners—although that seems generally frowned upon by most people espousing ethical polyamory—and some people try to bring all their partners together like one big, happy family. I know Bishop well enough to guess that the latter option is what he really wants.
“I think I’m going to talk to him tomorrow, be honest with him for the first time. And if he doesn’t feel the same way, then that’s fine.”
There’s nothing much for me to say to that, so I simply kiss the top of his head and tighten my arms around him. We lay in silence for a while, until his stomach growls, and we both chuckle.
“Time to order food,” he declares.
Hudson
I straighten the pillows on my couch, keeping one eye on the time and willing it to move faster. I considered cooking something for dinner, but I thought that might come across as trying too hard, so I settled on ordering Chinese food instead.
My stomach flutters with nervous excitement as I stand in front of my couch and try to think of something else to do with myself while I wait for Riot to show up. When he texted me yesterday to ask if I wanted to hang out, I may have made an embarrassing little squealing sound. Luckily, I was all alone, so there’s no proof that it ever happened.
There’s a knock at my door, and a grin spreads over my face as I hurry over to answer it. I steady myself, stopping and taking a deep breath with my hand on the doorknob before pulling it open.
All six feet of the gorgeous, badass looking bartender stands in the hallway, seeming both out of place and exactly right all at the same time. I eye his empty hands with narrowed eyes.
“Where’s the notebook?”
He chuckles, the sound—deep and warm—washing over me and settling deep inside. He reaches back and pulls the notebook out of his back pocket. It’s folded in half so it would fit into his pocket, and it’s clearly seen better days, but fuck, I want to see what’s inside it. The chance to peek into his brilliant brain for just a second is tempting beyond belief.
“You can come in.” I step aside, and he saunters in, shoving the notebook back into his pocket and drawing my gaze to his ass. It’s nice and round, his jeans clinging to it just right. Has Bishop fucked him? My mind conjures up the image of Riot bent over while Bishop’s cock splits him open, his ass cheeks jiggling with every thrust as sweat trickles down Bishop’s back, and he bites back a groan. Heat spreads through my cock, hardening in the confines of my jeans.
Riot turns to me with a smile, and I do my best to shake off the pornographic daydream.
“Damn, your place is nice. What do you do for a living again?”
I sigh, my erection thoroughly doused by the topic of my job. “I’m the heir apparent to Bellows’ Financial.”
“But that’s not what you want to do?” he guesses. My tone must’ve sounded even flatter to him than it did in my own head.
“Financial security is important,” I parrot my dad’s words half-heartedly.
“Hm,” Riot grunts, eyeing me but not making any further comment. “This place is really gorgeous, but I’ll be honest, it doesn’t feel like you.”
“It doesn’t?” My heart leaps. Is it possible that my persona didn’t fool him? The mask I’ve worn most of my life has fooled everyone, including Bishop who I’m closer to than anyone. Can Riot see through it?
“No. I mean, it fits with the whole Rolex, fancy suit, ass-chasing thing I’ve seen you do at the bar, but it’s not the guy who’s still eyeing my notebook like it’s made of gold.”
A surprised laugh catches me off guard as it forces its way out of my chest. “Come on,” I say, tilting my head toward the hallway that leads out of the living room.
My heart beats faster as I lead him toward the inner sanctum I’ve never let anyone else see. I stop outside the door, placing a trembling hand on the knob. He won’t judge me; he won’t see me differently because he already sees me, at least I think he does.
“Is this your bedroom?” Riot asks, waiting for me to open the door.