Everything We Need
The path to true love may not begin with a threesome, but you have to start somewhere.
Trina Carrigan is searching for love. After a lifetime of following her instincts, and getting nowhere, she’s determined to use logic to find her happily-ever-after. Unfortunately, there is nothing logical about her attraction to her new gay flatmate, Jeremy. The sooner she finds her Mr Right, the better.
Jeremy Hayden needs a friend. Still recovering from the isolation of an abusive relationship, he’s struggling to build a new life for himself. He’s delighted to find a friend in Trina, but there’s a catch: he’s not as gay as she thinks he is, and he’s having trouble keeping his hands to himself.
Brady Shaw wants only to be left alone. A moment of weakness has torn his life apart and he’s walked away from the remains. His newfound peace is shattered, however, when he discovers the perfect incarnation of all he’s trying to escape living right next door. Jeremy brings to life every craving Brady’s ever denied. Trina makes his broken heart ache to be whole. Caught between the two, Brady finds himself facing a whole new problem. He can’t quite decide whom he wants to seduce first.
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“What about you, Brady?” Jeremy asked.
Brady took another sip of his coffee before he replied, “What about me?”
“Which way do you roll? What team do you play for?”
Eyes wide, Trina cut him off before he could come up with another variation of his question. “Jer, we just met this man. Do you really think this interrogation is appropriate?”
“What? I’m making conversation.” He shrugged, as if he had no clue as to what she could possibly be complaining about. “No one here had a problem discussing my sexuality. I’m merely returning the favour.”
“It’s okay,” Brady interrupted, shaking his head. “I’m um… straight.”
There was silence as they all acknowledged the ‘big enough to drive a truck through it’ hesitation that had sprung up in the middle of Brady’s response. She could only hope Jeremy wouldn’t make a big deal of it.
Hope died when she saw his brows lower in speculation. “Straight as an arrow?”
“Oh, for heaven’s sake,” Trina muttered, rolling her eyes. Jeremy always had been straight to the point about everything—except the part where he wanted to have sex with her—but this was ridiculous.
Brady was silent for a long moment, his fingers flexing around his mug as he fought some kind of internal battle. Trina wondered if he’d ever had this sort of conversation before. If he had, it clearly hadn’t gone well. One side appeared to win when Brady looked Jeremy in the eyes and said, “As a kind of bent arrow.”
A slow smile inched its way across Jeremy’s face and Trina decided it was time to lend a hand. No one should have to face Jeremy’s directness without backup. “So, you’re not gay, but you’re not completely straight either.”
“Yes.” Brady released a long, slow breath. “A bent arrow is still an arrow.”
“Even if it occasionally likes dick?” Jeremy asked, tossing all use of metaphors aside.
Trina whacked herself in the forehead with one hand. “You’re not helping, Jer.”
Jeremy gave a dramatic sigh, his gaze never leaving Brady’s face. “Sorry, man. I didn’t mean to tease.”
Brady dropped his head between his shoulders and rubbed a hand over his face. A short laugh sounded as his body visibly relaxed. “Don’t worry about it.” He tossed back the last of his coffee in a way that made Trina think he wished it was something stronger.
“Right then,” Jeremy said, “you’re mostly straight. I’m mostly gay. And Trina is?”
Trina fell back against the arm of the couch with a loud groan as all eyes landed on her once more. “We can’t all be naturally flexible, you know. I can appreciate a beautiful woman as much as the next man, but it doesn’t mean I want to have sex with her.”
“Never, Trina?” It was Brady who asked the question this time, his voice barely above a murmur. It was the first time he’d been the one to tease. She liked it.
“Maybe one time,” she admitted, before dissolving into giggles.
Jeremy broke into a loud applause, whooping in delight.
Trina’s laughter died in her throat when she realised how closely Brady watched her, an enigmatic expression on his face. And when she met his gaze, there was something there between them, just as there had been something between him and Jeremy. Just as there was something between Jeremy and her. Holy crap, her life was officially fucked.