I kissed Rafe first, the sourest and most defensive of the three.
He’d been the hardest to understand, but his confession just now gave me a clean insight into his past.
If I knew him at all, he’d gone without to ensure Colt never suffered the same loss.
Rafe returned my kiss with his usual passion, as did Bishop and Ash.
I’d put everything on the line for them, and they proved it had all been worth it.
Ash’s hand found my hip, and he pulled me toward him while Rafe took a second kiss.
Their combined scents surrounded me, and I was suddenly too hot in my coat.
As though reading my mind, Ash slipped the heavy material off my shoulders and draped it over the edge of the crate.
I closed my eyes and let the emotions carry me away.
“We want you to be part of the team.” Bishop brushed hair off my neck and planted a kiss there.
I’d never been part of a team before.
The thought took me away from Rafe’s lips.
In all my years as a detective, and a cop before that, I’d always been set apart because of my gender and my weight.
These three men celebrated every part of me.
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The moment Noelle’s lips left mine, a fire sparked deep in my chest.
Not anger.
Not entirely lust.
Hotter and more combustible than either.
She belonged to all of us.
She’d wrapped herself around our lives in ways I hadn’t thought possible.
A part of me wanted her all to myself, if only for a moment.
I wanted her in ways I hadn’t prepared for.
How did anyone prepare for love?
Lust was easy enough.
I appeased it frequently with Noelle.
There was no appeasing this clawing feeling that overwhelmed my good sense.
I’d dropped the clipboard at some point during our exchange.
“What about the toys?” Noelle blinked slowly.
