Until I Keep You

Wanting one man you can’t have is bad enough. But wanting two is torture…
I knew better than to fall for my latest client. But Nate Lyons is not easy to resist, and being his live-in physical therapist is an exercise in restraint. One I’m not sure I’ll be able to pull off.Enter Mason Lotts. Nate’s best friend. My very hot ex-boyfriend. The very man I have been trying to forget.You’d think my attraction to Nate would help me put the past behind, but the chemistry between me and Mason remains undeniable.So when Nate gets sick of being stuck at home and suggests going on a little trip, I should be relieved.Instead, I dread being alone with him. He is still my client, and this cabin in the woods is too cramped to hide my growing desire for him.So yes, things are complicated. And that’s before Mason shows up to spend a week with us.
Now, I’m suddenly torn between the two sexiest men alive. And they don’t seem to be opposed to sharing…

I’m about to answer, refuse him, even though there is some truth in that.

When Nate reaches out his hand and touches my knee, the warmth seeps
through the leg of my jeans. It travels all the way up to my face. I get lightheaded. 

As if that weren’t enough, his hand tightens, curls around my knee so his fingers are digging into me. Like he’s claiming me. 

Maybe he is. 

I draw my gaze from my knee to his eyes. Those gleaming light blues
twinkle with a question. Is this okay? 

So help me god, but it is. Or at least, it would be if Mason wasn’t
staring me the fǔck down. 

 “So, how’d you do it?” 

I snap my attention back to Mason across the table. “Huh?” 

“He’s walking like he’s been doing it for a while. Like you guys
practiced the party trick or something,” Mason’s fork slices through his piece of cake, though his eyes don’t leave mine. 

Nate does not lift his hand from my leg. 

I wonder if Mason has some sort of x-ray vision, allowing him to see
under the table, to witness the betrayal of his best friend and ex-girlfriend. 

But is it really a betrayal if we haven’t been together in three
years? 

Nate beams. “She’s the best of the best. That’s all.” 

“That’s Laney,” Mason says. “She goes above and beyond, doesn’t
she?” 

My heart pounds in my chest. What is happening?

The pressure of Nate’s hand on my leg doesn’t let up. “Sure does.” 

Under the table, something hits my foot. The tip of a shoe. 

I can’t keep myself from blushing as I look over at Mason. 

The knowing smile on his lips lets me know it’s his shoe. Toying with me under the table. 

“It all worked out, didn’t it?” Mason says. 

“Better than I could have expected.” Nate’s hand slides further up my inner thigh. 

I shoot out of my seat, knocking my chair back. The wooden back
clatters against the floor and the whole room goes silent. 

“I… Sorry.” I right the chair. “Bathroom. You know how it is.” I add
a strained laugh directed at Abigail as if somehow this will imply there’s a
womanly reason for my need to disappear. And in a way there is. Because there
is a wetness between my thighs I need to get under control. 

Not because of Nate. Not because of Mason. 

But because of both of them.