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“And maybe your father realized you were ready to move on with your life, Foxx,” I suggested.
“I am. In more than one way.” Foxx’s heated look at the beautiful Irish girl wasn’t unlike Jack’s or mine.
I nodded at Foxx, his face pinched, and knew the three of us would do everything it took to protect Rylee and her family.
Because we’d found the one, the girl we’d longed to share our lives with.
CHAPTER 23
Rylee
Everything I’d heard made sense, yet I felt like I was still turning into an emotional wreck. Why? Because the truth was difficult to face, or I believed my father was culpable regarding Madden and his nefarious deeds?
Or maybe all he had been trying to do was to protect his family.
Declan was another story.
I wasn’t so certain but whatever the case, the strong woman inside of me imploded. Maybe I hadn’t been strong at all, just impulsive and judgmental. I could blame my sorry state on the black cloud hanging over my head, but I only had myself to look at in the mirror. I was finished playing the hurt child, the selfish woman. I needed to be a truly strong woman but I wasn’t entirely certain how to do that.
Tears sprang to my eyes and as hard as I tried to drive them away, they kept coming, splashing over my eyelashes and down my face. I turned away, rubbing both eyes furiously as the men talked. Fortunately, I managed to hold in the sobbing sounds that gave me away.
Jack was the first one to notice, the rugged man’s eyes opening wide. His reaction surprised me as much as the man himself. He pulled me into his arms, doing nothing more than wrapping his strong arms around me. I’d never considered myself weak before, even after everything I’d been through with my family, but all I wanted to do at that moment was collapse against him.
The heat of his body could be considered oppressive but I was ready to curl up like a little baby, wrapped in warmth and comfort. I pressed my cheek against his chest, savoring his deep manly scent of saltwater and dirt, sandalwood and spices. Maybe what I needed was to be lost in all three men just for a little while, pretending as if the outside world didn’t exist.
“It’s okay, my little Irish girl. We’ll take care of this mess,” Jack said in a dark, husky voice that had the effect of making me swoon. “Just relax and try and trust us.”
“I do trust you. Actually, a hell of a lot more than I do me and my stupid decisions.” How ridiculous that the admittance felt good. The timing was atrocious, laughable, which is exactly what I did. Laugh nervously.
“It’s okay, Rylee. You don’t need to pretend around us either.” As Jack cupped the side of my face, I was pulled into a sweet vacuum. His eyes were so dark, so imploring and the beautiful, savage man was ready to devour me. And this time, there was no hesitation on my part. That’s exactly what I wanted, what I’d craved since the first moment I’d seen them. All the insecurities about what we were sharing, all the guilt I’d felt before had suddenly vanished. Maybe I was finally ready to take back my life, to enjoy the here and now instead of being caught up in the darkness of the past.
Or the ugly possibilities regarding the future.
As my sister would say, ride or die. It was a silly thing she’d said to me when we were girls scoping out the hot-looking boys in our town. Just thinking about the silliness now made me realize there’d never been three hot, sexy, and very masculine men like I’d been lucky enough to challenge inside my favorite rustic bar.
Maybe fate had intervened in more than one way.
Jack lowered his head, his eyes darting back and forth as the other two men approached. Hudson placed his hand on the small of my back, the sweet gesture defining. I sensed he wasn’t going to be patient but for so long. I was right, the brutal man capturing my mouth as he crushed the full weight of his body against mine by driving me into the wall.
The thin walls of the ancient steel hull couldn’t hide the loud rumble of thunder as a violent storm rolled in. I used to hate thunderstorms, especially while on this rig. But somehow around these three men, I felt more protected than I would have been anywhere else in the world.
The kiss was as delicious as it was intense, our teeth gnashing together as he deep throated me. Maybe the rowdy tattooed man was asserting his authority, getting me back for the barbs I’d thrown at him a few days before.
Whatever the case, I was lost in the taste of him, the feel of his heated body, and the fact my core was ready to explode. Every sensation was more powerful than the one before, every vibration a hum of crackling electricity. I suddenly felt as if I was the luckiest girl in the entire world.
I’d found my posse, as I used to tell Erin I’d wanted, only instead of one man it was all about three. Was it sinful? You bet. Did I care? Not in the least. Let others judge. I was a big girl and could handle it.
Jack ground his hips back and forth, telling me in no uncertain terms just how aroused he’d become. But just as I was melting into the man, I was ripped from his arms and into Foxx’s, another passionate kiss ensuing. The sound of Jack growling from behind us forced a moan into the moment of intimacy, Foxx catching it without issue.
He dominated my tongue, taking full control. At least now I could admit to myself how much I adored that in all three men. I felt hands lifting my shirt, rough pads of fingers running up and down my spine. I couldn’t stop quivering from the possessive touch, the shower of electricity becoming more prevalent.
It was as if I’d never felt this alive, my mind spinning with all the ridiculous possibilities.
A new family.
Being together for the rest of our lives.
More children.
