Her fingers trace my brow, my nose, my jaw. “I love you in aforeverkind of way, Hunter Morris.”
I swallow, my eyes burning. “Yeah?”
The smile she graces me with is one I’ll never forget. “Yeah.” All too soon, her smile’s fading. “But, Hunt,” she murmurs. “I love them too.”
I nod, my teeth grinding. “I know you do.”
Her eyes search mine. We’re still close, too close for any kind of civilized conversation that requires me to think, but I don’t dare remove her body from where she’s cradled next to mine.
“And that’s okay with you?” she murmurs.
I sigh a long breath, stroking her hair again. “I won’t say I love the idea of sharing you. I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember, and somewhere in the back of my mind, I’d always hoped…” I shrug, watching as my fingers trace her earrings.
The diamonds are huge, heavy, and ostentatious as fuck, but it’s everything she deserves. It’s also something I could never hope to give her myself. And therein lies my answer. What I’ve already figured out. What I’ve already accepted.
My gaze flicks to hers. “You deserve every ounce of love and adoration the world has to offer. You deserve pretty jewels and fancy houses, fast cars, and nights on the town. I can’t give you all that.” I swallow, my pride taking a massive hit. “But they can.”
“I don’t need all of that,” she interjects, her voice hard.
I smile softly, kissing her jaw. “I know you don’t, baby. But you should have it.”
“That’s not why I’m with them,” she grumbles, trying to pull away. I keep her cute little ass banded to my chest, chuckling when she grunts in frustration.
“Oh, I’m one hundred percent aware that’s not why you’re with them.”
“How do you know?” she huffs.
I smirk.Little brat.
“Three reasons,” I grunt, holding up the fingers of my free hand. “One, you’re not like that.” I give her a knowing look.
I know Isabella better than I know myself. She’d rather live in a shack and eat nothing but cheese and potatoes for the rest of her life than live in a mansion if it meant she could be truly happy.
“Two, I’ve seen the way those men love you.” I cup her cheek, making her look at me. “You are their fucking world, baby, and I will never take that from you. As long as you keep me as part of your harem, I’m in this shit with you for life.” I waggle my brows. “We should get matching shirts.”
“Oh yeah?” I nod and Ella bursts out laughing, her head rubbing against my shoulder. “You said three,” she mumbles.
“Ah, yes. Three reasons as to why you’re with them.” I smirk, my eyes scanning the hospital room as she settles into me again. “Those guys are hot as fuck.”
“Oh my God,” she cackles, her body shaking against mine. The sound of her happiness lights me the fuck up. When she goes quiet, and her fingers start to dance along my chest, I know she’s back in her head. “So,” she whispers. “You think they’re hot, huh?”
My throat bobs, and I’m suddenly glad she can’t see my face. “Well, yeah.” I clear my throat, trying to play off the way my stomach flips. “Who wouldn’t think that?”
Ella giggles. “All of them, or anyone in particular?”
My brows lift. I feel like she knows something she can’t possibly know. “Uhh…”
Fuck.
Why did I say anything?
My mind swirls with images of the guys. Each of them is attractive. Anyone with eyes would agree. They’re all big and tattooed and growly, some more than others.
Stone is objectively attractive, but he’s not my type. Never has been. Something about him reminds me too much of myself, and I can’t stand myself on the best of days.
Gage is hot as fuck, but he’s also beyond obsessed with Ella in a way that makes me want to peel my skin off with a carrot shaver when I’m near them. Not that I’m not equally obsessed, as are the rest of the guys, but the dude acts like he wants to put her in a glass case and worship at her pussy-alter.
Again,same dude,but fucking hell. He’s constantly all,eat more protein. Have you had enough water? Take a nap.It’s exhausting.
