He cheated i chose two firefighters novel Chapter 67

Scar’s POV

Dear Diary

My girls are awesome.

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– Мени

I left the guys at the station overnight and promised I’d be back in the morning. After their last call–an actual cat stuck in a tree, which I had honestly believed only happened on TV–I ran Jace through the chicken broccoli casserole details: what temperature, how long, the whole thing.

They escorted me out to Milo’s truck like I was royalty, and then proceeded to kiss me stupid. Each of them. Repeatedly. By the time I slid into the passenger seat, I had to sit there and breathe until the heat in my blood settled down.

I chose my place for the night.

Natalie and I did an easy dinner–rice and sausage. We were both craving rice, and I wanted the sausage spicy enough to bite back

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Mid–bite, she said, “What if we bring Maisie, Summer, and Maren on the trip? It’ll make packing all my stuff faster. I’m going to have Jenson sell my furniture and Venmo me whatever he gets.”

“Jenson?” I repeated.

“I didn’t tell you,” she admitted, like she was confessing to borrowing a sweater. “We’ve been sleeping together.”

“What?” My eyes practically popped out of my skull. He was so far from her usual type it felt like a prank.

“I know,” she rushed on. “I know. He just… got under my skin. I usually go for guys like Dylan or your boys, but the soft body didn’t bother me like I expected. And he’s amazing at giving head. Like- ridiculous.”

I started laughing because my brain refused to produce an image of short, balding, pudgy, white–ass Jenson in bed with my stunning, statuesque Urban Queen best friend.

“Ridiculous?” I asked, snickering.

“I squirted, okay,” she said, dead serious. “I have never squirted from just getting eaten out.”

Heat crawled up my neck. I seemed to squirt a lot when my boys went down on me… or fucked me… or

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even sucked on my tits.

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Natalie’s gaze narrowed. “I can tell exactly what you’re thinking. And by that face, your men know what

they’re doing.”

“Like they’re starving,” I said.

We laughed so hard we were clutching our stomachs.

“Inviting them is a great idea,” I decided. “I’ll text.”

We ate and waited, and about ten minutes later my phone chimed.

“Everyone’s in,” I said. “Now we just have to figure out if we can get five seats together-” I glanced at

the next message. “Or not. Maisie says we can take her dad’s plane.”

Natalie blinked. “The fuck? Her dad has a plane? Why is she working in a boutique or modeling?”

“She wanted to do it on her own,” I explained. “The boutique is hers. Her family and she fell out when she refused to marry some trust–fund guy, and then they found out she likes girls. That happened when she was eighteen. They’ve only recently started accepting her and now they’re trying to make up for it by spoiling the hell out of her. She said the plane will be ready at eight a.m. sharp.”

Natalie leaned back, impressed. “Private plane. Do you think there’ll be strawberries and champagne?”

I texted Maisie. A second later I looked up. “She said yes.”

Natalie burst out laughing. “I cannot believe you asked that.”

“I’m just saying what everyone’s thinking.” I grinned. “They’re probably as excited as I am that you’re moving down here. And I love that all my friends actually like each other. Also–Maren is cool as fuck.”

“Isn’t she?” Natalie said, smiling soft. “I’m obsessed with her. We talked forever at the beach. Did you know she writes? She’s got three werewolf stories. She said when she finishes the fourth, she’s giving

us copies.”

“That’s wild,” I said. “A kindergarten teacher writing werewolf books.”

“And she says they’re a four on the spice scale.”

My eyes went wide. Four was not playing around.

Thursday showed up fast.

I came into work at six a.m.–a full hour before shift–because I was leaving early and wanted

everything handled. Natalie was picking me up after.

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Jace slid in behind me while I cooked and wrapped his arms around my waist, nuzzling my neck.

“What’s my princess making?”

“My take on the McD’s sausage–and–egg with cheese,” I told him. “Plus homemade hash browns. And

little apple pies.”

He kissed my skin and mumbled, “You’re the fucking best. I missed you last night. Now that you’re in my life, sleeping without you is miserable.”

I turned in his arms and we kissed–long and slow, the kind that fogs your brain. His hands wandered,

and I let out a low moan.

“Ahem,” someone said. “My turn.”

I smiled against Jace’s mouth as he stepped back. Then he grabbed Milo and crashed their lips

together. The kiss was filthy–hot, heavy and hungry.

I fanned myself while I watched.

“Damn,” Brenna muttered, bumping her hip into mine.

I cracked up, and she did too.

Milo broke from Jace and immediately caught me, kissing me just as hard, like he had something to

prove.

“I’m gonna miss you this weekend,” he said when he finally pulled away, pouting. “I don’t like you leaving us.”

“I’ll be back quick.” I brushed my thumb over his cheek. “And I need you both to know–I’m going to see my ex–mother–in–law. I loved her like she was mine.”

Jace’s voice shifted. “Are you going to see him?”

“I shouldn’t,” I said. “There’s no reason. I shouldn’t even run into him. I’m pretty sure he and Sloane are living their little happily–ever–after.”

“You don’t sound bothered,” Jace said.

“Because I’m not,” I replied. “I don’t care about him. I’m not in love with him. If I did run into him, I’d probably feel… nothing. He doesn’t matter to my life anymore.” I looked between them. “I’m happy with my two possessive, caring boyfriends. I’m taken care of. And the sex is phenomenal. The best ever.”

They both lit up like they’d been handed trophies, and each of them stole a quick kiss as the station started filling for breakfast.

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