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He stares at me as I approach, his chin dropped slightly and his hazel eyes smoldering.
Once, the dark look in his eyes would’ve intimidated me. Once, it would’ve made me give him a wide berth.
But not anymore.
Not now that I know what it means.
Instead, the hard expression on his face draws me in, heat spiking in my veins as I come to stand before him. He’s watching me like a predator, like a lion who’s somehow made the gazelle come to him, and I can feel Theo and Marcus watching both of us.
Leaning over, I rest my hand on his chest. A smile pulls at my lips as I feel the quick cadence of his heart—the only thing that contradicts his outward appearance of calm.
I’m still smiling when I drop my head and press my lips to his.
It’s exploratory at first, a kiss to test the waters. To make sure this is really happening and that I’m not just dreaming.
We’ve only kissed a few times, but Ryland’s lips are familiar already. They’re full and firm, and as the connection between us deepens, I feel the exact moment when he gives up control.
The strokes of his tongue become fierce and insistent as it probes into my mouth, and he wraps an arm around me, tugging me down onto his lap. My dress restricts the movement of my legs a little, so I end up half straddling him and half draped over him, but he doesn’t seem to mind one bit. He arches his hips up to grind against me, his large hands skating over my bare back as if he’s been waiting to do this ever since the moment he first saw me in this dress.
Maybe he has.
Maybe Theo has too.
Holy fuck.
I’m not dreaming.
This is really happening.
The thought brings with it a tiny thrill of fear, but riding fast on the heels of that is… relief.
This is happening.
It’s strange and terrifying and exhilarating, but so was the way these men found their way into my life. Nothing about our relationship is normal, which means we get to define what “normal” is.
And right now, kissing Ryland like my life depends on it while Marcus and Theo make low, appreciative sounds as they watch us?
It feels like the most normal thing there is.
It feels like everything I’ll ever fucking need.
Ryland’s hands move to my hair, and he cradles my head between his large palms as he changes the angle of our kiss. I’m panting into his mouth, trying to crawl up his body to get closer to him, my clit throbbing as need builds deep inside me.
When he pulls away a moment later, I gasp for breath, trying to regain my equilibrium.
“Theo’s turn, sweetheart.” He grins at me, making his strong features look almost boyish, then drops a small kiss to the tip of my nose.
It’s a small, sweet gesture, nowhere near as heated as the way he was just devouring my mouth. But the meaning behind it—the tenderness behind it—makes my body ache for him anyway.
Fuck. How can I want all three of these men so much at the same damn time?
I never want to leave Ryland’s arms. But at the same time, I’m dying to kiss Theo, desperate to feel his hands and mouth on me, to feed the connection that sparks between us.
Crawling off Ryland’s lap is a little awkward, especially since I’ve only got one hand to use for balance, but he keeps a firm grip on me to steady me until I’m back on my feet.
My skirt settles back around my legs, and I flick a glance in Marcus’s direction to find him watching me with smoldering eyes.
His cock is hard, a straining bulge trapped by the confines of his clothes, and as he meets my gaze, he reaches down and palms his dick through the fabric of his pants, running his hand up and down his length.
