correct him.
“Piss her off and you’ll find out. She learned how to punch from her brothers.”
“So you admit you pissed her off?”
“She’s easy to rile and it’s better than listening to her blubber.”
I held my breath while I waited for Logan to either stand up or drive a punch into my friend.
“Can I get up now?”
Logan glanced at me, so I smiled innocently. He searched my face, then dropped Ty and stood abruptly, putting out his hand for Ty to grab. “Call me the next time she’s blubbering, and I’ll protect you from her right hook.”
I rolled my eyes and turned for my stuff. “You should have stopped while you were ahead when I was blubbering. For future reference, hugging me is enough to calm me down. Tickle me again and I’ll do more than punch you in the gut.”
Ty hissed, “Fuck,” for some strange reason, so I turned at his expletive just in time to watch him hit the floor again.
“Oh, my God. Why did you punch him?”
“He knows why,” Logan bit out.
Ty shook his head, trying to clear the cobwebs away. “I know why,” he grumbled, rolling to his haunches before standing. “Do me a favor, Skye, stop trying to help me out.”
I blinked. “Are you saying this is my fault?”
He worked his jaw back and forth, then spit blood on the floor. “It’s a guy thing,” he answered. “Just leave it at that.”
My attention darted between both men. “A guy thing. That’s your answer?” They both nodded. I waited to see if they would elaborate more but they both stayed silent, so I threw up my arms and grabbed my coat, purse, and Logan’s duffle. “Fine. Keep your bro code to yourself. I’m leaving.”
Logan grabbed my hand as I passed and led the way. Once we were all outside, Ty waved us off without another word and headed to his truck. Men were strange creatures. One punch and all was right in their world.
“Are you gonna explain what all that was about? I get you misunderstood when you first came in, but why did you punch him for no reason?”
His response was to jerk me into his body until we fit together like puzzle pieces. “I can feel your soft tits when we’re like this. The heat from your body. I get rock-hard the moment we embrace just thinking about what lies beneath your clothes.”
“Are you trying to turn me on? If so, it’s working.”
He shook his head then laid his brow against mine, palming the back of my head. “Any man who hugs you will feel the same thing.” His hand drifted to my ass and squeezed, jerking my hips into his. “Feel what’s mine against his cock. Understand now?”
“Understand what?”
“I don’t want what’s mine pressed against another man’s body. Feeling what’s mine. Ty knows that because he’s the type of man who wouldn’t want his woman held by another man. He crossed a line and he knew it. That’s why he didn’t fight back.”
“But he doesn’t feel that way about me. We’re just friends now.”
“Doesn’t matter. If he’s got a dick, I don’t want you in his arms.”
I pulled back and searched his face in the dim moonlight. “You’re serious?”
“Told you before I didn’t want him touching you.”
“Yeah, but that was before, you know I don’t have feelings for him.”
“Then I’ll put it to you like this, picture Rachel pressed up against my body. Her tits smashed against my chest. Me tickling her to make her feel better.”
The moment the words left his mouth, my eye began to twitch. “Point taken. No more hugging ex-boyfriends and the general male population.”
The smile that spread across his face was dazzling. “Stings doesn’t it?”
“Yeah. It’s an ugly thought. There are so many rules when it comes to dating that I never thought about . . . Wait, Ty admitted he knew this rule when you punched him. He knew he shouldn’t have hugged me if this is a bro code.”
“Which is why he didn’t get pissed.”
“You should have hit him twice for breaking it then.”
His smile turned blinding. “Your wish is my command . . .”
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“Are you going to fill me in on what happened with Max Greeley?”
Logan glanced at Skylar then back at the road. He’d been debating for the past few hours whether or not to fill Skylar in on his suspicions. No matter how it played out in his head, he knew she would be hurt. Chance was their older brother, for better or worse.