The lights were out in the big house when Luke, Birdie, and Tucker returned home from Rigley’s. Talking to Mamma would have to wait until tomorrow. Luke cuddled on the couch with Birdie and Tucker. The three of them sat wrapped in the quilt that Luke used as a throw blanket. On TV, soft dialogue from Magic Mike was interspersed with Birdie’s sniffles and heavy sighs. Luke stroked Birdie’s hair and Tucker held her hand.
“Is there anything we can do?” Tucker asked. His voice was a low rumble in his chest. He gave Birdie a soft kiss on the cheek.
“It’s funny, on the plane I was fantasizing about what I’d do if I had you both in my bed.” Birdie’s lips turned up into a slight smile.
Luke wasn’t sure if her smile from the wishful thinking or the shadow of Joe Manganiello’s swinging d**k on sc
