Page 72 of The Pact


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I have no idea how to make that happen. They would have to share me, my time, my heart with two others. I roll my head toward Jace and close my eyes, taking a deep breath as I settle deeper. I’m so sleepy, I can’t fight it.

Hunter and Jace speak in whispered voices. Their deep rumbles sooth me, and I curl up tighter to Jace. My ass is up against Hunter’s hip, and I feel him run his hand over my silk shorts.

“All’s fair in love and war,” Jace says.

“There is no war, we agreed. We also have to accept that she might pick someone outside the three of us. Like Emerson,” Hunter replies.

Emerson? No, he doesn’t give me butterflies like they do.

There’s a moment of silence before Hunter speaks again.

“Who gives you butterflies, Mila?”

I tense at his words. “Did I say that out loud?”

“Yes,” they both reply, a low chuckle coming from Hunter.

“Tell us,” Jace adds.

I smile sleepily. “You.”

“Who?” they both ask, and I feel the bed jostle as they move, my warm bubble growing colder.

“Which one, Mila?” Hunter probes.

I roll onto my back and yawn and stretch. I don’t mean to. I just need to. They both groan at the movement. I can feel my pajama top ride up, exposing my bare stomach. I smile sleepily.

“You’re killing us here, babe. Which one?” Jace asks.

One of them runs their fingers over my belly, and I feel it everywhere.

I open my eyes to see them both looking down at me. Hunter’s hand is hovering over my belly. I look over to Roman. He’s not sleeping anymore—his eyes are on me.

“All of you.”

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