They’ve talked…about me? About…sharing me?
“Confirm what?” My voice squeaks, and heat burns in my cheeks. I peek over my shoulder at Adam, and a slow grin curls on his mouth.
His hands find my hips and tugs me back against him, his erection evident against my ass. “That we all want you.”
“That none of us want to risk losing you,” Greyson adds.
“If it takes all three of us to convince you to stay, that’s what we’re going to do. Convince you. Together.” Gabe takes my hand, squeezing it gently.
“So, what do you say, princess? You’ve got three suitors to woo you.”
My mouth goes dry.
“To woo me,” I echo, the words trembling between disbelief and something far more dangerous.
Gabe’s thumb strokes the inside of my wrist, steady and slow, grounding me even as my pulse races.
“We mean it, Drew. No more running. No more pretending this isn’t happening.”
Adam’s breath ghosts over my neck, warm and steady. “We’ll take our time. You tell us what you want.”
I should say something—anything—but my brain’s short-circuited.
The room feels too small, the air too thick with the weight of them.
Greyson’s grin softens. “You don’t have to choose tonight. You just have tolet us in.”
I open my mouth, but all that comes out is a shaky breath. “I don’t even know where to start.”
Adam’s voice dips low behind me. “Start here.”
His hand slides up my waist, slow enough that I could stop him—but I don’t. Gabe’s hand tightens around mine.
Greyson moves closer, his heat brushing my side.
Three sets of eyes, one question hanging in the air.
I should step away.
I should make a joke, diffuse this before it swallows me whole.
But I can’t.
Not with the way Gabe’s thumb is tracing slow circles on the inside of my wrist, not with Greyson’s gaze dropping to my mouth like he’s already imagining how I taste.
And not with Adam’s heartbeat thudding steady against my spine, anchoring me in place.
“Not running,” I whisper.
Adam exhales like he’s been holding his breath for hours. “Good.”
He turns me in his arms, and for one suspended heartbeat, we just look at each other.
His too-confident smirk back in its rightful place.
Then, his mouth is on mine—hungry, possessive, the kind of kiss that burns away any thought of escape.
When he finally breaks away, I’m dizzy, lips tingling, heart racing.
