“I’m saying we’re all adults.” Ash stops beside the bed. “And we’re all clearly interested in the same woman. So instead of fighting about it, maybe we figure out how to make it work.”
“You want to share your wife?” I ask.
“I want Bonnie to be happy.” He looks at her. “And if that means sharing her with my two best friends, I can live with that. As long as they understand you’re mine first.”
“The hell I do.” I glare at him, keeping Bonnie secure in my arms. “We all claimed her that night at the cabin. Doesn’t matter whose name is on the marriage license.”
“You want to fight about this?” Ash’s smile turns challenging.
“If I have to.” I grin back. “Because I’m not giving her up without a fight.”
“Boys,” Bonnie cuts in. “Nobody’s fighting anyone.”
“Shame,” I say. “I was looking forward to it.”
“You already fought three people this morning,” she points out. “Isn’t that enough?”
“Depends. Did it get me what I want?”
“What do you want?”
I look down at her, this woman who’s gotten under my skin in ways I didn’t expect. “You. Even if I have to share you with these idiots.”
“Hey,” Ash protests. “Only one of us is an idiot, and it’s definitely you.”
“Takes one to know one.”
Bonnie laughs, the sound bright and unexpected. “You’re both idiots.”
“Probably,” I agree. “But we’re your idiots now.” I kiss her forehead. “So what do you say? Think you can handle three men who all want you?”
“I don’t know,” she says. But the heat in her eyes tells a different story.
“We should probably find Ghost and let him know about this arrangement,” Ash says, approaching us. “Let’s see what he has to say.”
He leans down, cups her face in his hands while she’s still sitting on my lap, and kisses her. Not gentle. Not tentative. A claiming kiss that makes it clear exactly who she married.
Then Ash says, “Stay here. I’m finding him. We’re settling this now, all four of us, before anyone gets the wrong idea about what this arrangement looks like.”
He walks out, leaving me holding Bonnie while she stares at the empty doorway with wide eyes. “Did that just happen?” she whispers.
“Yeah.” I tighten my arms around her. “And I have a feeling things are about to get very interesting.”
15
BONNIE
Two weeks ago, I thought my biggest problem was being sold off to Marcus Stone.
Now I’m sitting on Titan’s lap while my husband goes to fetch another man so we can discuss how all three of them are going to share me.
My life has officially jumped off the rails into territory I don’t have a map for.
Titan’s arms stay wrapped around my waist, solid and warm. His chin rests on my shoulder, breath tickling my neck. I should probably move. But I don’t want to.
That’s the problem, isn’t it? I don’t want to choose. Don’t want to give any of them up.
What kind of person does that make me?
