Chapter 35

Monty smiled again, that Cheshire cat grin that lit up his eyes. Before Emmett knew it, Monty leaned closer for another kiss.

“What the fuckis going on here?” Jack asked, storming into the camp.

Emmett scurried out of Monty’s arms, heart stuttering with fear. He glanced at Jack before looking away. When Jack tossed a pair of dead rabbits into the muttering remains of the fire, Emmett jumped.

“Well?” Jack demanded, waiting for an answer.

Emmett ducked his head in shame. Beside him Monty moved, and Emmett pulled his legs out of the other man’s way as if to distance himself as much as he could from Monty. Oh, hell.What exactly had Jack seen? Their kiss, Monty’s hand on Emmett’s…God.In a choked voice, Emmett muttered, “I can explain.”

But could he? No words came to mind to describe the heavenly feel of soft lips on his, or the pleasant ache left behind by Monty’s fondling. What couldhe say, in all honesty? I wish it’d been you?