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I turn toward him without fully stepping away from Duke, and that makes everything shift harder around us.

Cody’s hand tightens against my neck before he kisses me. Completely different from Duke.

Precise at first. Controlled in the way he controls everything until the second he loses the fight with himself.

Then devastating.

His mouth slants over mine deeper, rougher, and I feel the exact moment his restraint snaps because the sound he makes is low and frustrated like he’s angry at how much he wants this.

Me.

All of this.

I melt into him before pride can intervene.

His free hand slides to my waist, fingers flexing hard enough to wrinkle fabric, and the heat of him nearly knocks the breath out of me.

Kissing Cody feels like discovering fire by accident.

Behind me, I can feel Duke close enough that his chest brushes my back when I breathe.

My brain has officially stopped functioning.

When Cody finally pulls back, his forehead rests briefly against mine.

“That,” he says roughly, “was an extremely poor decision.”

“Yeah,” I breathe.

“Again,” Duke says.

I laugh helplessly.

Then the gravel shifts behind us.

Silas.

Every nerve in my body lights up before he even touches me.

His hand closes around my jaw gently but firmly, tipping my face up toward his. The size of him always hits me hardest up close. Solid warmth, cedarwood, and that unbearable sense of control stretched to its limit.

Then he kisses me.

And oh.

Silas kisses like a man making a decision. Like he’s spent weeks standing on the edge of something and finally got tired of denying gravity exists.

The force of it steals the breath from my lungs.

His other arm wraps around my waist and suddenly I’m pressed fully against him, surrounded on all sides by warmth and denim and rough hands and the impossible reality of what I’m doing.

What we’re doing.

I make a soft sound against his mouth and feel all three men react to it.

Silas breaks the kiss just enough to look down at me, breathing hard. “We should go inside.”

Reasonable sentence.