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“Hell no! It’s cold as fuck out there, and I’m just starting to feel my fingers again. Besides I don’t think I’d win any points with Raine if I made you any uglier.”
“Did you see her face?” Hammer looked stunned. “Christ, I thought she was going to take a stick to us.”
“I’m sure she would have if she didn’t worry we’d use it on her ass next.”
“That’s a valid concern.” He grinned slyly.
“You’re right.” Liam nodded. As silence prevailed, he glanced up the stairs, itching to hold Raine again, to finally see her whole. But they couldn’t sweep this question under the rug. “I think we’ve sorted all our shit through. I’ve spewed everything—probably more than I should have—but I’m done.”
“I think we both said our fair share. But it’s nice to know that we’ve come out of it still friends. In some ways, I think we have her to thank.”
“For making us see that we’d been idiots? I reckon.”
Hammer gave a slow smile. “The only thing left to do is figure out how we’re going to give her a night so fucking fabulous that she’ll want another.”
Liam grinned back. “And another. And another…”
Raine put the last of the scented lotion on her body, then wrapped a clean towel around her as she fought back her nerves. Would they come tonight? Tomorrow? Ever? Would they still want her? Would they be able to share her even once? She didn’t have any illusions; she was asking them for a lot. It wouldn’t be easy for either of them to set their feelings aside to give her this fantasy.
Taking in a steadying breath, she pushed out of the bathroom to rummage through the suitcase Seth had brought up to her. She spotted Hammer shirtless and lounging on the bed, surrounded by easily a dozen candles. She stopped short, her heart stuttering with excitement. Then she scanned the room.
No Liam.
Her heart broke apart instantly. He’d tried for weeks to make her grow and blossom. He’d helped her so much here at the lodge. Had all the day’s confessions been too much for him? He especially had wanted her all to himself. She put her hand to her neck, still missing the lovely weight of his collar there. The thought of never feeling the mark of his possession again shredded her.
“Hello, precious.” Hammer’s deep voice seduced her, a smoky murmur that stirred her memories of the pleasure they’d shared. Each and every day, that night haunted her. She’d never escaped the sharp pang of need to feel him again.
“Hi.”
Tonight, she didn’t know what else to say. All the confidence she’d built up in the bar with Beck, that had given her such strength when she’d delivered her proposition…it had evaporated. She should be happy that she was both a better submissive and a better human being. But if she’d finally pushed Liam away for good, how was she supposed to find peace with half of her heart missing?
The door kicked open a minute later, and her gaze zipped up. Beck and Seth carried in a big cheval mirror. An antique with a distressed black frame, its straight lines blended with the gentle curves of its legs into something truly stunning.
Raine clutched the towel over her breasts and watched the guys cart it in until they’d positioned it to face the bed, a few feet from the edge.
With a satisfied nod, Seth released it and straightened, then headed her way. He smiled as he cupped her arm. “Be happy.”
God knew she wanted to be, but not without Liam. He’d become as essential to her as sunshine or food. As air. She pressed a fist to the aching hollow of her stomach.
Beck strolled over an instant later. “Try to keep it to a dull roar, huh?”
Before she could chastise him, he kissed her forehead, then clapped Seth on the back. Out the door they went, leaving her alone with Macen.
“Lose the towel, precious,” he commanded.
Before they’d come to the lodge, Raine would have believed she could just stand naked in front of one of them and not realize how much she needed the other. But they’d opened her eyes. She had no way to unsee the truth.
How could she set him down gently? Just explain that she refused to give him half of herself, she supposed.
Raine clasped the towel tighter to her chest. “Macen—”
“Didn’t Hammer give you an order?”
She turned to the familiar lilt. Hope surged. Liam strolled in, shirtless and carrying a small black bag. Like Hammer, the lean muscles of his shoulders and pectorals bulged and rippled with every move and sent her pulse skidding. He kicked the door behind him and sent her a wolfish smile. A quick glance back to Hammer revealed heat and expectation glowing in his eyes. The testosterone in the room swelled. Her breathing went shallow. Need settled right behind her clit.
