Chapter 29
Fact or Fiction?
A blast from the past is never good.
Luke
“I thought you said you weren’t fucking her,” Calder yells to me over the loud band.
“I’m not,” I reply, not taking my eyes off my wife. She swivels her hips and holds her hands up, tossing her hair into her
face. I feel desperate to walk out there and feel her body move against mine. Especially after that kiss.
“Could have fooled me.” Calder clinks his beer bottle with mine and I glance at the time on my phone, wondering if it’s too
early to call it for the night. I need to get my wife in my bed and figure out what that kiss meant soon, or I am going to
drive myself fucking nuts waiting.
She started that kiss, but I sure as fuck finished it. The confidence that surged through me knowing she clearly wanted it
was too heady for me to ignore. I’d bet my life that my wife’s panties are soaked right now, and all I want to do is go home
and see if I can find out for myself.
“As I live and breathe, it’s the Fletcher brothers,” a shrill, familiar voice coos, causing all the hairs on the back of my
neck to stand.
With a pit in my stomach, I turn my head and feel stunned speechless at the woman standing before us.
Robyn Whitaker . . . here from beyond the fucking grave.
Standing next to her, about two inches shorter, is her husband, Matt.
It is mind-blowing that these two are still together after all the fucked-up shit that happened over a decade ago.
And why does she think she can simply waltz in and say hi as if we’re all old friends?
All three of my brothers turn to stone as they stare up at the woman who nearly ripped our family apart. And she has the nerve
to stand here with a cheery smile on her face, like she didn’t fuck with all of us.
“I’ll go find us a table and let you all catch up,” Matt says, tipping his chin up to kiss Robyn on the cheek. The bizarre
act has my lips curling.
The guy can’t be right in the head. There’s no fucking way I could stay in the same bar as the three men who fucked my wife
while I was still married to her. Neither of these two are right in the head. And whatever marital shit they get off on is
none of my business. I just want to know why the hell they’re here.
Robyn darkened our doorstep a couple times throughout the years, but it’s been ages now. I thought she’d moved on. Found some
other set of dudes to torment. Or maybe turned things around to be a good mother to her kids. One can hope, right?
My eyes can’t help but move over her body. Taking in her presence again after so many years is weird. She still has that same
slender frame with the large tits she had before, but her face is thinner and more hollowed out. She’s got to be almost forty
by now, if memory serves. Admittedly, she looks good for a forty-year-old. But there’s something in her heavily made-up eyes
that has a beady, evil quality. I used to think her eyes were captivating.
Now . . . I see right through them.
Her straight brown hair hangs all the way down to her waist and shines in the lights from the band as she flips it over her shoulder and gestures up to the bar. “I was just passing through town and wanted to stop by to say hi to Judy. You guys remember I worked here for nearly six months.”
“That’s sure something to put on a résumé,” Max drawls, looking completely uninterested. He met Robyn once and made it very
clear after everything blew over that he didn’t understand the appeal. I’m not sure I do either now.
Wyatt lifts his beer to his lips, looking completely disinterested. Calder, on the other hand, is shooting daggers at the
woman, making no mistake she is not welcome here.
Me? I just feel uncomfortable.
My brothers have both moved on and are secure in their relationships. I, on the other hand, just got married and my relationship
with Addison is tenuous at best. I don’t want the biggest mistake of my life walking in and fucking that all up.
Especially one that I haven’t told my best friend about.
God, we were fools back then.
How three men . . . three brothers . . . could all fall for the same woman still just seems like straight fiction.
And when I look back on that time in our lives, I don’t really know why we all were so enraptured with her. She was the shiny
new toy in town, and we were the guys building up on the mountain. She lived in the barn for a bit and exuded confidence and
sex appeal and knew how to party. She really was like a siren, and we were her ships she called in every night.
It’s disorienting because I look at her now and I don’t know what I saw in her. She pales in comparison to Addison and I’m
not referencing looks. Just . . . her overall being.
Addison emotes real, raw, honest spirit whereas Robyn gives calculated, contrived hollowness. Even now, I look at her and
I feel nothing. How did I let this woman consume me for any length of time?
I shift left to look for Addison and when I don’t see her on the dance floor, I scan the room and spot her at the bar with the girls.
Thankfully, it looks like they haven’t noticed Robyn, and I’d like to keep it that way.
I don’t want this part of my past to ever touch or taint what I have with Roe.
She is too pure and good for the likes of this.
My chair scrapes loudly as I stand, preparing to extricate myself from this situation, but Robyn steps into my path, stopping
me in my tracks.
Addison
“Judy, do you know who that woman is talking to the boys?” Trista asks, bracing her elbows on the bar as she glances over
her shoulder and then back to the owner, who looks decidedly uncomfortable.
“Now, I don’t want any trouble,” Judy warns, splaying her hands out on the heavily lacquered wooden bar.
“Trouble? Why would there be trouble?” Dakota presses in closer so she can hear Judy.
“Maybe you should just go get your boys and head back up the peak, ladies.” Judy grabs a rag and wipes down the counter. “You’re
such nice girls. You’re good for those boys.”
“But who is that?” I ask more firmly, because now I’m curious too.
Judy’s lips purse, her wrinkles stacking on top of each other. “That’s Robyn.”
“Robyn?” Cozy, Trista, and Dakota all repeat the name in unison.
“Robyn Robyn?” Trista asks, her entire body going still.
Judy nods. “You better get the boys out of there before things escalate. Her husband is sitting right over there.”
“Why would things escalate?” I ask, feeling like I’m the only asshole who doesn’t know who this Robyn chick is.
“Everyone just needs to calm down,” Cozy says, trying to be the voice of reason.
“Someone needs to tell me who the fuck Robyn is or I’m going to march over there and ask her myself.”
Dakota and Trista cut each other knowing looks, so I grab their shoulders and force them to look at me. “Spill it.”
Dakota sighs heavily. “She’s a woman who used to live in the apartment above the barn years and years ago.”
“Okay . . . and?”
Trista’s nose wrinkles as she cuts a mean glare toward the guys before returning her vengeful face to me. “And she fucked
all three of them.”
Chills erupt over my skull as my lips part, my whole body feeling electrified with this sickening bit of information. “What
do you mean ‘fucked all three of them’? Like they shared her?”
Dakota makes a strange noise and says, “They didn’t fuck her at the same time. It was all different times behind each other’s
backs after they’d made a bet over her. It’s majorly fucked.”
“And she ended up pregnant, right?” Cozy asks, and I swear to God my eyes are going to pop out of my face.
“Pregnant?” I press my hands to my temples, unable to comprehend all of this. I don’t consider myself a prude. I grew up around
lumberyard guys, but this story tops all of those by a mile.
“Yeah, it was a whole thing,” Dakota answers like she’s reading the daily weather report. “They didn’t know who the father
was, and all had to take a paternity test. Turned out the baby belonged to Robyn’s husband back in Colorado Springs.”
“She was married?” I screech, my voice thankfully drowned out by the loud band. I shake my head in denial as I turn to look
at Luke. My sweet Luke. The guy whose shoulders ache every day because he lets me sleep on his chest every night.
He fucked a married woman . . . with his brothers?
My lips curl up in disgust, feeling like I don’t know him at all.
If that’s the kind of shit he’s into, no wonder he never made a move on me.
I’m too boring for him. Too vanilla. Hell, he was mad at me for fucking a few lumberjacks, yet he failed to mention he fucked a married woman who was also fucking his brothers.
The fuck?
I look over at them and see that the woman is no longer standing where she was before. And neither is Luke. Jerking my head
around, I find them in a corner, talking, just the two of them. My eyes drop down her body, noticing she has curves in all
the right places. Not my tiny little nothing boobs or my dimply thighs or my stout, bottom-heavy frame. She’s long and lean
and has way more than a handful of tit. She’s obviously beautiful.
Maybe she wants him back.
Maybe that’s what they’re discussing.
Clearly he must still have feelings for her or he would have told me about the fucked-up past he has with her and his brothers,
because otherwise why would he hide it?
My God. What else is my supposed best friend hiding from me?
As I watch this Robyn chick move closer to Luke, a flash of possessiveness overcomes me. My chest heaves and my heart races
while my hands turn to fists at my sides. Marriage of convenience or not, we are still fucking married, and it was my tongue
shoved down his throat less than ten minutes ago. This simply will not do.
Luke
“Did I hear congratulations are in order, Lukey?” Robyn purrs, slithering up to me in the corner of the bar that she followed
me to when I was trying to get the fuck away from her.