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“You drive me wild in the best possible way, Kitty Kat. I ain’t never met a woman so quick-witted, yet kind-hearted, who can match my impulsive spirit step for step.”
His eyes crease with humor and unveiled affection. “Being with you these last days has not only challenged me in the best ways, but you also ground me when I need it. I know I’m just a reckless cowboy at heart, but I promise to cherish every laugh and adventure we share if you give me the chance to stay at your side.”
My pulse kicks up a notch, heart swelling with emotions I can no longer suppress. I’ve only ever glimpsed flashes of this unexpectedly sincere romantic side to Wilder before. His charming words spark a warmth in my soul I’ve tried in vain to deny, kindling the flickers of hope for more between us into a flame.
Finally, Emrys steps nearer, the heat of his imposing body chasing away the grotto’s chill. His piercing golden gaze bores into me, simmering with poorly concealed longing.
“You’re my spirit mate, my other half,” he confesses bluntly in that gravelly tone that never fails to make my pulse skitter. “I knew it from the start. Never felt this...pull to another before.”
He cups my jaw with unexpected gentleness, rough thumb tracing my lower lip. My knees nearly give out at the tenderness in his touch, so at odds with his usual brooding intensity.
“Don’t make me let you go, Kitten. We belong together, the four of us. You must feel it too.” His heartfelt plea leaves me stunned. I’ve longed to unravel the mysteries lurking beneath this primal, enigmatic man’s silent exterior. To realize I affect him as profoundly as he does me is overwhelming.
Silence falls in the wake of their bold confessions, the ball now in my court. Three fascinating men gaze at me with naked longing plainly written across their handsome features, throwing caution to the wind and laying their hearts at my feet without reservation.
It's terrifying, yet exhilarating. They’ve cracked through my armor, glimpsing the vulnerable romantic spirit I guard so closely.
My fears and insecurities urge me to flee this intensity before I lose myself completely, to protect my fractured heart from potential devastation. But my reckless romantic spirit shouts louder, reminding me to embrace the possibilities instead of bracing for disaster–to stop starving it like I have for so long.
These three men seem to truly see me, flaws and all. They’ve awakened passions, desires and dreams I never dared give name to before we collided in this unexpected twist of fate. I cannot imagine shutting the door on it now, returning to my neatly ordered, but lonely existence. The temptation whispers–is it not better to have loved and lost than never loved at all?
I take a deep breath.
“Asking a lady to juggle the three of you is quite the tall order,” I tease lightly, allowing a spark of playfulness to lift the emotional moment.
Relief flashes across all their handsome features at my spirited response and the lingering tension dissipates. These men know me well enough already to recognize I do not give in easily, even to my own heart.
I soften my tone, holding each of their gazes one at a time. "Okay look, I know this whole thing is crazy. It’s weird. It’s…” I trail off, whirling my pointer finger in a circle around my head. “Me and three smokin' hot guys? That's the stuff of romance novel fantasies, not real life."
"I know I can be a neurotic mess of anxieties and insecurities sometimes. Not exactly suave seductress material. But somehow, you three make me feel brave and desirable anyway." I shake my head, laughing a little at the absurdity of it all. "You see beneath the messy clutter in my head and just get me, you know? I don't have to pretend or hide parts of myself from you guys. And that means something."
"I know this goes against every rule of society and all competent reasoning. But hey, haven’t you noticed how crazy we Sharpes are in general?" I admit with a choked laugh, looking down at my wringing hands in front of me. The victory note long since dropped to the cool ground beneath my feet.
"So if you guys are willing to try. Well…then I am too. Though fair warning–I ramble non-stop when I'm nervous, I snort like a pig when I really laugh, and my temper has literally made grown men cry. Sure you're up for the challenge?"
My cheeks flush as I finish my rambling confession, heart pounding in my chest. Their bold vulnerability emboldened me to lay my own desires bare, though admitting such unconventional yearnings aloud still leaves me jittery with nerves.
The men regard me steadily, affection and humor mingling in their heated stares. Wyatt steps forward, clasping my hand in his larger one.
"We accept every piece of you, neuroses and all," he declares solemnly, stormy eyes crinkling. Despite my anxious energy, his steadying touch centers me.
Wilder sidles closer, slinging an arm around my shoulders and tugging me against him playfully. "We're all a little crazy here, darlin'. But crazy sure is exciting with you." His drawl caresses my senses, blue eyes sparkling with delight at my acquiescence.
Emrys simply gazes at me, the searing hunger in his green and golden stare causing my knees to weaken. His lips brush my hair, his raspy murmur meant for me alone. "We'll take good care of you Kitten, in every way imaginable."
A powerful shiver wracks my frame at the blatant promise in his voice, my frenzied thoughts urging me to flee this intense war with my body's demands to get even closer. I've opened the floodgates now, there's no going back.
Wyatt tilts my chin up, eyes questioning. "Too much, too fast? We can slow down, take things at your pace." Despite the concern in his tone, his stormy stare devours me.
I shake my head, my reckless desires drowning out the last feeble warnings of reason. We stand balanced on the edge of an erotic freefall, and my body screams to leap into the decadent unknown.
I trail my fingers down Wyatt's chest teasingly, feeling a bit smug when his breath hitches. "I want this. I want you...all of you." My bold admission hangs heavy in the air.
In an instant, Wyatt crushes his lips to mine, all traces of restraint abandoned. I melt into his commanding kiss, yielding to the fervent worship of his mouth. Distantly, I'm aware of Emrys molding himself to my back, his large hands spanning my waist possessively as his teeth graze my throbbing pulse point.
Wilder's palms skim my thighs, rucking up my soaked sundress inch by torturous inch and eliciting breathy cries into Wyatt's ravaging mouth. When Wilder's fingers at last brush my damp core, my knees nearly give out.
"So responsive already, and we've barely started," Wilder chuckles darkly.
