Light My Fire
: Chapter 19

I don’t even know what I’m feeling right now.

Luke is literally balls deep in Brooke at this very minute. They’re both breathing hard. She’s flushed pink and looks… absolutely fucking gorgeous.

But I’m feeling the intense, insane urge to punch Luke in the face.

I take a step toward them, but Jackson grabs my arm. “No, man,” he says quietly.

“But—” I scowl at him, then back at Luke and Brooke. “What the fuck, Moody?”

Now Brooke is hiding her face in Luke’s chest. His hand goes to the back of her head and he says something quiet to her that I can’t quite hear. Then he steps back and tucks himself back into his pants.

I’m very fucking glad I can’t see his cock from here. Very fucking glad.

He turns to face us, blocking our view of Brooke.

That makes my blood boil.

I shrug Jackson’s hold off and step forward again. “Knock it off,” I tell Luke harshly. “You don’t have to protect her from me.”

“Don’t I?” he asks. “You’re about to say some pretty heated things, I’m guessing.”

“Not to her,” I say.

Luke meets my gaze directly. “Good.”

Oh really? Really? He’s warning me about how I talk to and treat Brooke?

“I’ve been awesome to her,” I say. “You don’t have to act like you need to step between us.” I look at Jackson. “Or Jackson! We’ve both treated her like a goddamned queen. You’re the one who said you weren’t right for her. We all know how you like things and we agreed that you shouldn’t be with her.”

Luke nods. “We did.”

“So what the fuck is this?” I demand. “I swear to God, Luke, if you pushed her⁠—”

“He didn’t,” Brooke interrupts. Stepping out from behind Luke. “Of course he didn’t.” She frowns at me. “You know him better than that.”

“Yeah, I know him,” I say. Which is exactly why I’m pissed off. Luke’s a good man, but he likes sex rough and dirty and casual.

Nothing that Brooke needs.

But God, she looks… well fucked. Very well fucked. Not happy and soft and glowy like after she was with me, or even this morning after her night with Jackson, but disheveled and messy and… hot. She looks very hot. Her hair is mussed, Jackson’s shirt is hanging off one shoulder, she’s got whisker burns along the side of her neck, her lips are swollen from Luke’s mouth, and fuck… her thighs are wet. Her thighs are wet because Luke fucked her and came inside her.

I see red. “You didn’t even use a condom? Jesus Christ! I swear to God if you hurt her I will⁠—”

“Stop it!” Brooke cries, stepping between us. “I’m fine! I’m fine, Wyatt.” She walks right up to me and puts a hand on my chest. “I wanted it. I asked for it. I’m totally okay.”

She waits a moment, letting the words sink in. I study her face. She definitely seems adamant. She doesn’t seem confused or upset, except with the fact Luke and I are fighting.

I lift a hand to her face, cupping her cheek. “I just… this is all new to you. Jesus, Brooke. We… wanted this to be good. Gentle. Sweet.”

She nods. “I know.” Her gaze flickers to Jackson and then back to me. “It has been. It really has been. I’m so glad it was you who was first. I…” She licks her lips and swallows hard. “There’s just something between Luke and me, too.”

My chest tightens. Fuck.

I thought Brooke was going to be my girlfriend.

I thought we were going to date and she would meet my parents and we’d maybe take a vacation somewhere together this summer.

But no. She was a weekend fling.

The best I’ve ever had, no doubt about it, but clearly she’s just now spreading her wings and I can’t deny her that.

“Okay,” I finally say.

“Brooke.” Luke’s voice is low.

She turns toward him.

“You should go to your room. Clean-up. Whatever. We—” He looks at Jackson and me. “Need to talk.”

I wait for her to resist. To tell him to fuck off about sending her to her room like she’s a little girl, and he’s somehow in charge.

But she steps away from me, crosses to where her panties are still lying on the floor and picks them up.

Then she glances back at all of us one more time before she disappears down the hall.

When her door shuts, Luke crosses his arms and looks at Jackson and me. “Clearly, we have a problem.”

“You think?” I ask.

“Do we though?” Jackson asks at the same time.

Luke and I look at him.

He shrugs. “She seems fine. And that’s what matters,” he says to me. “I wasn’t crazy about walking in on that either.” He gestures toward Luke and the wall where he was just fucking Brooke. “But she wanted it. We don’t get to really have an opinion about that. We both want her. We both knew that Luke wanted her. What they did together isn’t really our business.”

“He said he wasn’t good enough for her,” I say, even though it doesn’t fucking matter now.

“He clearly changed his mind,” Jackson says.

“No,” Luke interjects. “I didn’t.” He sighs. “I’m still too old for her. I’m not the marrying type. I can’t give her kids. Brooke is absolutely the settling down type of girl.”

I bark out a quick laugh. I don’t think Brooke is looking for a relationship right now, even if I wish she was. “The girl who just got with all three of us in three days seems like the settling down type?”

Luke frowns. “Don’t you fucking dare slut shame her.”

I hold up my hands. “No way. That’s not what I’m saying. She deserves to have all the sex she wants to have. I’m saying she’s just getting started, and she clearly loves it and wants to learn more. Good for her. I’m just disappointed I can’t be the one and only she wants.”

Jackson nods. “I’m half disappointed, half turned the fuck on by the fact that she clearly likes all three of us and the different ways we fuck her.”

Luke shoves a hand through his hair. “Well, that was not supposed to happen with us and it won’t happen again.”

“She didn’t like it?” Jackson asked. “She asked for it, but then you showed her something she actually doesn’t want?” He looks at me. “Because I showed her a few things, and she was all in on all of it.”

This is the weirdest fucking conversation I’ve ever had. But I nod. “Same.”

Brooke is a sweet, eager, curious lover. God, the things I want to still show her.

We both look at Luke. He looks like he’s in pain.

“Well, man?” I ask.

“She liked it,” he says. “She liked it a lot.”

I lift my brows. “Did you go easy on her?” I mean, it was against the wall but maybe it was a sweet wall-bang? Is there such a thing?

He grimaces. “I… did not.”

Jackson whistles. “Okay, then. Our dirty girl is up for even more than we thought.”

Jesus Christ. I’m shocked by how my body reacts to Jackson calling her our dirty girl.

I shake my head. “This is a mess. Obviously, I’m not going to hold her back. She’s discovered a new side of herself and she deserves to explore it.”

“What do you mean you’re not going to hold her back?” Luke asks, looking pissy.

“I’m not going to ask her out. I won’t call her or anything.”

“Why not?” he demands.

“Because she’s not looking for a boyfriend, Luke.”

“So you don’t want her now that she’s had sex with two of your friends?”

It’s clear his question hits us all at the same time. It’s a very strange thing to have to ask. And the answer should be obvious. Obviously, her having fucked my two best friends should turn me off.

It doesn’t.

At all.

This weekend was hot. It was confusing and I’ve felt more jealousy in the past few days than I have ever in my life, but I’ve also been more turned on than I ever have been. Sharing Brooke with Jackson… and now Luke, as that sinks in… has not been a problem. At least not emotionally. My rock-hard dick that I’m having to take care of on my own more than anticipated is another story.

I don’t know what my feelings about all of this mean, but that’s the truth.

I blow out a breath. “I’m just saying, the ball is in Brooke’s court. I’ll make sure she has my number, but I’m not going to reach out.”

Jackson nods, but he doesn’t look happy. “Yeah. I guess me too.”

Luke scrubs a hand over his face. “She’s still in school. She’s got a lot going on. It’s probably for the best.”

Yeah, it probably is.

I glance in the direction of Brooke’s bedroom. “Should one of us go check on her?”

They both look too. Then we look at each other.

We all seem to agree on the answer silently, but Luke is the one to say, “I think she might need to be alone.”

Jackson sighs. “Yeah. Luke’s not the hugging and cuddling type. And I don’t think we should make her choose between us,” he tells me. “I don’t know if I could take it when she chooses you.”

The thing is, I’m not positive she would choose me. He’s right that we shouldn’t make her pick between us. That won’t be good for any of us. It would put Brooke in a bad position and the emotions are surprisingly raw here. I don’t want either Jackson or me to be the one not chosen.

The only solution would be for Jackson and I to go in there together…

But what we really need to do is start to put some distance between us and the gorgeous snow angel who has turned us all inside out and upside down.

We need to get back to reality. Get out of this little snow globe that has entrapped us in this erotic fantasy weekend.

It’s been the best three days of my life. Definitely the best sex of my life. Even a strange but undeniable test of my friendship with Luke and Jackson that I think we might be passing?

All in all, a great trip.

So why do I feel restless and empty now as it comes to a close?

Because I’m going home empty-handed.

I let myself start building a white picket fence and a future with Brooke, and now I have nothing.

Which really fucking sucks.