He had me and he knew it.
He didn’t gloat. He only continued to destroy any remaining resistance I might have guarded against my soul being caught by two men. His tongue slid and danced with mine, sucking gently until mine slid into his mouth, and then greedily. I lost any remaining struggle, feeling our souls intertwine. I whimpered and released his hair, grabbing his shoulders and digging myshort nails in so he would stay close. I needed him on such a different level.
Unfortunately, I also needed another man, too.
Brent slowly brought me back down, kissing and caressing me in a relaxing rhythm. Petting me on an intimate level as if he knew I was about ready to break from lust and love. He leaned back and kissed my closed eyes and my forehead gently. I shuddered and my lips trembled.
When my eyes fluttered open I met Brent for what felt like the first time. No holds bars, the unedited version, almost the same as what I knew growing up, but so different in many ways. He hid nothing from me. The forest stared back at me. Wild and untamed and flawed. And he was mine. The same as I was his.
But, I also belonged to someone else.
I rested my head against his chest and he held me until I stopped trembling.
He stepped back slowly and sat on the edge of the bed. Brent didn’t take his eyes from mine even as he ran his hands through his hair. My lips trembled again as I made myself look at the other man I loved. The man I’m sure I had just hurt, trying to decide.
Cole was still where he had been before, leaning back against the headboard, laptop on his lap. He had one arm crossed over his bare abdomen, resting an elbow there while he covered his mouth haphazardly with his hand. I could still see his mouth through his spread fingers and could tell his jaw was clenched tight.
And he stared at me.
His eyes bore into mine. There was no ice there. He was bare to me, too, as he studied me. Sluggishly, he dropped his hand and muttered, “Shit.”
Yeah. I agreed wholeheartedly.
“Even after that you can’t decide,” Cole stated. It wasn’t a question.
“No, she can’t,” Brent groaned. He fell back on the bed. “She loves us both.”
“Shit.” Cole took his glasses off and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Shower…I’m going to take a shower,” I mumbled and raced toward the bathroom.
As I closed the door, I heard Cole state, “We need to talk.”
Brent sighed. “Yeah, it looks like we do.”
I locked the door and jumped under the scalding spray as fast as I could. Clarity had just skewed by best intentions. It was undeniably clear now. Ilovedtwo men. And unless one of them left me, I couldn’t pick. The awful part was, if one of them did decide to bail, I knew a part of me would never recover.
The room was dark when I opened the door. My heart jumped to a crazy scared beat at the darkness. I fumbled for the light switch I had turned off before opening the door, asking frantically, “Brent? Cole?”
Had they left me? Had they both had enough?Somehow, even though I would be in Hell, I wouldn’t blame them. There’s no way I would be able to stick around like they had been if another female was involved.
“Guys?!” I hollered, stumbling against the door and feeling for the stupid dimmer switch in the bathroom.
“Ember?” Brent grumbled, flicking on the bedside lamp.
Cole rolled over and sat up, blinking in the light. Go figure, my hand finally hit the darn light in the bathroom, turning that one on, too. Both held their hands up over their eyes, squinting at me. Cole asked, “What’s wrong?”
I stood there dumbly. Glanced at the clock. I had been in the shower for over forty minutes. I hadn’t even realized howlong I had allowed myself to drown in self-pity. That couldn’t be healthy.
“Nothing. Sorry.” I hit the darn light switch again, turning it back off, and stopped. “You both fell asleep.”
“And I’d like to get back there,” Brent complained. “Hurry up and get in bed so I can turn the light off.”
I moved forward like an automated robot, stating to no one in particular, “You fell asleep without me.”
“When you take a shower long enough for four people…well, yeah,” Cole griped and flopped back down and held the covers up for me.
I climbed in, and still on autopilot, pecked Brent, and then Cole. Brent turned the light off and they both rolled toward me. Cole’s cheek rested on my shoulder and his arm wrapped around my waist. Brent’s face was practically touching mine where he shared my pillow, his leg thrown over both of mine and a hand resting over one of my breasts.
