Page 123 of Hearts Storm

My eyes dart between them. The possibility of having both of them, of not having to choose, feels almost too good to be true.

“But what about your job?” I look at Logan, concern warring with the haze of desire. “Won’t people talk?”

“I spoke with Chief Harrison,” Logan says. “He’s fine with it.”

My eyebrows shoot up. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Brex grins. “Turns out he and his wife have been in a poly relationship for years. He gave Logan some solid advice.”

“Which is why we’re having this conversation,” Logan adds. “No more secrets, no more games. We all need to be on the same page.”

I take a deep breath. “I know Brex doesn’t give a shit what people think. But, Logan. You’ve made it more than clear…”

Resting his arms on his thighs, he leans in, pinning me with his broody gaze. “You still think after what we did the other night, that I give a shit about what other people think? Yes, I care about my job. But I care about you too. That’s why I spoke to the chief. Now I can have both. Just no PDA at work.”

Brex brushes my hair away from my neck. “What do you say, Pretty?”

My mouth opens, but nothing comes out. The words are right there, tangled up on my tongue, but my brain is moving at about half speed, trying to process what these two amazing men are actually offering.

Logan, with his brooding intensity, the man who kissed me like he was drowning and was the only air left in the room. The same man who held me while I cried after a nightmare about my sister. Who fucked me against his desk like he’d been starving for me his entire life.

Brex, with his warmth and devil may care attitude. A man who makes me laugh even when I’m trying my damnedest to stay mad at him. Who whispers filthy things in my ear, making my knees buckle. Always looking at me like I’m the only woman in the room.

It’s not like I haven’t thought about it. The need has been there for weeks, maybe months, buried under layers of guilt and fear and the stupid, outdated notion that I’m supposed to pick just one. That wanting two people means I’m greedy or broken or somehow incapable of real love.

But I know that’s not true.

Wanting both of them is the most honest thing I’ve ever felt.

Soft fabric bunches between my fingers. Sweat beads in the space between my breasts.

Both are watching, waiting patiently for me to respond.

“Okay.”

Logan’s eyes widen, and he straightens in his seat as Brex sucks in a breath. “You sure?”

Tearing my gaze away from Logan’s, I look up at Brex, whose eyes are dancing with excitement. “Positive.”

“That’s our girl,” he grins down at me.

Our girl. Damn. I really like the sound of that.

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“I made dessert…”

Brex and Logan exchange a look before locking their heated gazes back onto me.

“Actually, Pretty. Logan and I were thinkin’ we’d have you for dessert.”

My entire body goes hot, clit pulsing like someone’s flipped a switch between my thighs.

Brex’s eyes drop to my mouth, tongue darting out to wet his lower lip. “But I gotta be honest about something before we get started.”

Logan’s jaw flexes, but he stays quiet, waiting, green eyes sharp and alert.

“Logan’s already been inside you.” Brex’s voice lowers into something raw. He leans back against the couch, spreading an arm along the top of the cushions behind me and leans in. “Multiple times.”