But I’d accepted I wasn’t going anywhere without a fight.
Which meant I relived nightmares as I fought for a dream of the future. Rolling with the punches as the hits kept on coming. And learning the truth by peeling back one layer at a time.
My initial panic faded as I snuggled deeper into Max’s hold.
One truth he’d shared that I couldn’t deny? The guy ran hot in his sleep.
Tonight made three nights in a row I’d gravitated toward Landon’s cooler internal temperature, but like I had every other time, I’d woken up searching for Max.
Needing them both.Wantingthem both.
And missing the third piece of our unexpected puzzle.
If the three of them could resolve all the lingering hatred from their lifelong rivalry, so we could cuddle together, that’d be great. But, for now at least, Max and Landon had both put their enemies-hopefully-turned-lovers tension aside to sleep in my bed at night.
Either because they couldn’t stand us being apart, or, more likely, they were too bullheaded to leave the other one alone in my bed unsupervised.
Didn’t much matter to me, honestly.
As Max rubbed my back, his movements were rougher than Landon’s soothing circles, but just as reassuring. I burrowed into his chest, grateful for his natural body heat driving away the lingering chill of my nightmare.
He mumbled sleepily as his movements slowed. “I won’t let anything hurt you.”
I tipped my head up to stare at him, suddenly cold again as the nightmare came back to me.
It hadn’t been fear for myself that forced me awake.
My nightmare had been about him.
Aboutthem.
Darkness closing in around the three of them. Countless eyes and hands and whispers. Hissing voices dragging them away.
In my time at Camelot Court, I’d learned nothing was as it seemed, and dark, dangerous threats waited in the shadows. I’d already been attacked and drugged in attempts to get rid of me, so I should’ve been afraid for myself more than anyone.
But it was them—my three broody assholes, who’d grown up playing these twisted games—that I feared for most.
Dread drove their actions. Forces outside of their control steered their hands, pulling them in directions they didn’t want to go. And I couldn’t stop it.
I had to watch as I lost them, too.
“Max,” I whispered.
He muttered in his sleep but didn’t wake.
“Max!” I whispered louder.
Landon jolted behind me. “What’s wrong? Are you alright?”
The half-dazed urgency in Landon’s voice made my heart flip-flop. He scooted in behind me, his hand sliding over my belly between my body and Max’s. But he didn’t try to pull me away from Max. He slid into place where we were, though it meant touching Max a bit more intimately than he must’ve realized.
Any lower and his hand would’ve pressed between my pubic bone and Max’s dick.
And yep…my nipples were hard.
If I’d worn panties to bed, they’d be soaked. But, seriously, wasn’t this a good sign that they might be open to sharing, or was I grasping at straws?
Better yet, was I grasping at two giant swords and trying to make them cross?
