Levi smiled and brushed his lips over her forehead. “Then it’s a date, babygirl.”
Sydney leaned into Levi’s touch, her heart full to the brim.
Roland stood behind her now, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind as Levi’s hand cupped her cheek.
“I love when you smile like that,” Roland murmured against her ear. “It’s like the sun just came out.”
She giggled, tilting her head to look up at him over her shoulder. “I can’t help it. You two keep making it very hard to stop.”
“Well, we do aim to please,” Levi said with a wink, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to her lips. It started soft, almost sweet and reverent, but soon deepened as his thumb traced her jawline. She gasped quietly against his mouth, and he took that opening to taste her more fully, making her toes curl against the floor.
Behind her, Roland’s hands slid up beneath her sweater, stroking over her ribs, warm palms grounding her. “Mmm,” he hummed, his lips brushing her neck. “You’re so soft here.”
Levi pulled back just enough to speak, his voice thick and low. “Want to take her to bed?”
She nodded before either of them could say another word, and Roland chuckled. “Our eager little bird.”
Within moments, they were in the bedroom. Levi pulled her onto his lap this time, her legs straddling his thighs, her hands curled into his flannel shirt. Roland settled beside them, close enough to press kisses to her shoulder, his hand stroking her back as Levi kissed her again, deeper now. His tongue teased hers with unhurried confidence, coaxing sweet little noises from her that made both men growl low in appreciation.
Sydney felt like she was glowing. Every nerve in her body was waking up, singing with belonging, need, anticipation.
“You keep kissing me like that,” she whispered breathlessly, “and we’re going to forget all about dinner.”
“You forget, baby, that I have no problem having you for my dinner,” Levi rumbled, biting her lower lip gently before pulling back with a grin.
Roland nuzzled behind her ear. “Dessert too, if you’re sweet enough.”
“I’m always sweet,” she teased.
“You’refilthysweet,” Levi growled, his hands tightening around her hips.
“And ours,” Roland added, kissing the spot just below her ear that made her whimper.
They kissed her until she was gasping and pliant in their arms, their touches slow but showing definite intent, promising more, but not rushing. There was no way they were going to get to the grill any time soon.
Not that Sydney minded one bit.
Who needed to grill when you had two hot-as-sin Daddies ready to devour you instead?
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Roland
The first thing Roland noticed as they pulled into Porter’s Corner was the way Sydney leaned forward in the back seat, forehead nearly pressed to the glass like a child on her first school outing. Her breath misted faintly on the window, eyes wide as she took in the rows of quaint shops, wide sidewalks, and old brick buildings that looked like they’d been standing for a century.
“She’s gonna explode,” Levi said under his breath with a grin as he parked the truck.
Roland smirked, unbuckling his seatbelt. “Good. I think I might like it when she explodes. In public. Loudly.”
Levi shot him a look. “That’s not what I meant.”
“I know.” But that didn’t change the fact that it was exactly what was on Roland’s mind then. They would have to talk to Sydney about going to one of the Dungeon rooms soon. He wanted to show her everything else the Ranch had to offer her. And maybe show off a bit.
Sydney turned toward them with flushed cheeks and a sparkle in her eyes. “You guys! There’s an actual diner! That’s so—American!”
Roland laughed as he helped her out of the truck. “Wait until you see the bookstore.”
They crossed the street together, Roland keeping a hand gently on the small of her back, Levi scanning their surroundings like a soldier on duty. They weren’t being paranoid; the sheriff had been clear. Greg’s trail was going cold, and while there’d been no recent messages or sightings, they couldn’t assume anything.
