“You were so strong and poised,” Jay adds, rubbing my feet as I lay against Marco, his legs caging me in as we lay on the couch. “I got a boner just watching.”
All three of us giggle. I inch my other foot toward Jay’s crotch and rub. He raises an eyebrow and slants his head. “Don’t write a check you can’t cash, woman.”
“Who said I can’t cash it?” I smirk.
Marco growls in my ear as his hands squeeze my thighs. “Do you need us, sweetheart? Need to let go for a while?”
I hum my agreement and nod. “Please, Sir.”
“What our princess wants, she gets.”
Chapter 12
Chosen
Marco
Present Day
Shepickedus.
She picked us!
I can’t stop replaying what I overheard. What transpired between Cora and Theo.
The second we saw him standing there, my heart rate flew through the roof. I immediately locked into soldier mode, focusing on the situation, the exits, body language. It wouldn’t have mattered if there was a goddamn parade happening around us, I would have been honed in on what was happening.
But our girl didn’t need saving. She handled him like a fucking queen. She didn’t waiver. She didn’t look worried or sad. She looked determined and confident; completely sure of herself. And it’s that surety that made me fall even deeper in love with her.
The man she used to love, used to bemarriedto, shared her whole life with, asked her to come back to him and she… picked… us.
In your face, you fucking prick!
I also make a mental note to never break her heart because,Jesus Christ, this woman does not give it out again. We have one shot.
Pride engulfs my entire body at being chosen. My god, I know this was her moment, but she chose us!
I can’t focus on putting a scene together as we reach her room and Jay flicks on the lamps, casting a beautiful glow of yellow light.
All I can think about is how proud of her I am.
How happy I am.
How in love I am.
Jay stands behind Cora with his hands on her shoulders, both of them looking at me, waiting for direction. But I… I can’t. My throat bobs as I step close enough to softly run my hands along her collarbone and up her neck.
“Sweetheart, what you did tonight took a lot of courage. I know you had an emotional rollercoaster of a day, and I want to give you what you need, but…” Her arms snake around my waist, pulling me closer to her as she looks up at me with those sultry emerald eyes. I push a lock of hair behind her ear, “It’s going to be a little different tonight. I will still be your Sir, but it’s going to be gentle,” I lean forward and kiss her temple, her cheek, her eyes. “I need to make love to you. We need to.” Jay pushes the few errant strands of curls falling down from her bun, and kisses her neck.
“You chose us tonight, baby, and I can’t think of a better way to prove to you that you made the right choice than to make love to you.”
She shakes her head slowly. “You don’t have to prove it,” she whispers. “I know it. I choose you, Marco Borrelli.” She removes a hand from around my waist and raises it to caress Jay’s hair and jawline as she stares up at him. “I choose you, Jay Bishop.”
Jay lets out an audible breath and gives her a tender smile.
I want to tell her I love her right now. At this very moment. It’s clawing to get out, but I know I can’t. She’s maxed out on emotions today—I cannot add to it. Telling her how we feel is too big right now; it’s too much.
I lower my mouth to her neck so both of us are kissing and licking her thrumming pulse and she touches her hand to the back of my neck, grazing her fingers through my fade and into my curls.
