We both turned to look at Wolfe. The man’s eyes were dark with desire as he watched us, one shoulder leaning against the wall, hands in his pockets as though he was completely unaffected.
Right.
The bulge in his jeans said otherwise.
“Don’t mind me,” he said gruffly. “I certainly don’t mind watchin’.”
“I think it’s my turn to watch.”
My attention turned to Amy instantly.
She smiled shyly. “What?”
“You wanna watch, darlin’?” Wolfe sauntered toward us.
“I do.”
I glanced back at Wolfe.
“Come here, Sheriff.”
There wasn’t an ounce of request in Wolfe’s gravelly tone. Without thinking, I turned to face the sexy cowboy who had driven all the way to my house in an attempt to salvage this thing we had. I wasn’t sure what the next steps were after tonight, but right now, I knew exactly what I wanted.
And I damn sure wasn’t about to do anything to jeopardize that.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Wolfe
The second my eyes landed on Rhys out on that front porch, I knew that this thing between us was about to explode. I'd spent the past few weeks twining my world with theirs to the point I knew I wanted them in my life. Permanently.
Not that I was the type to ever think about the future or anything long-lasting, but the mere thought of losing either one of them damn near made me crazy. Tonight had been a hell of a lot harder than I'd let on. I had wanted to spend my birthday with Amy and Rhys. They were the brightest points in my life right now, and without them, I felt empty. Lost.
And this … the intense lust that coursed through my veins, that ignited like diesel fuel when we were together, was only a fraction of it.
I came to stand between Rhys’s legs, staring down at the man as he sat on the edge of the bed. Unable to help myself, I ran my hand down the side of his face, the rough stubble abrading my palm as I studied him, tried to read his mind.
Love.
That was what I felt for Rhys and Amy. Strong, powerful, all-consuming love. Something I'd never felt for one person, let alone two. Not like this. It was a need, a hunger, a desperate yearning that only seemed to be sated when I was with them. And I was serious when I said I was all in. I wanted it all.
Rhys’s eyes were searching my face in turn, and I met and held his gaze as I slipped my hand behind his neck, shifting higher and palming the back of his head as I leaned down.
When our lips met, I forced myself to take it slow. As hot as the fire inside me was burning, I didn’t want to rush this. I still remember the first night I was with Rhys. The two of us alone. It had been more than I'd anticipated. Truth was, it had scared me a little. Made me want more than I knew I should want.
And though I'd found the same feelings churned when I was with Amy, I could never imagine my life with one and not the other. I needed both of them.
Amy moved closer, kneeling behind Rhys, her hands on his shoulders, her breasts pressing against the back of my hand. She was watching us and I fucking loved that.
Strong fingers tugged on my jeans and I pulled back, staring down the length of my body as Rhys unbuckled my belt, then released the button. I sucked in a breath when his hands slipped beneath my shirt, curling around my waist, warm fingers pressing into my flesh. I fucking loved the way he touched me. So sure of himself, so strong, powerful. It settled me in a way I'd never expected.
Wanting to feel more of him, I reached behind my head and tugged my shirt up and off, tossing it to the floor. Rhys’s hands moved higher. Rough, warm. My abs contracted, my breath lodged in my chest as sensation after sensation consumed me. When Amy’s hands joined Rhys’s, I drew air deep into my lungs. Soft, smooth. So different, yet they both touched me with reverence, in a way that made me feel like the luckiest bastard on the planet.
Rhys leaned forward, pressing his lips to my stomach. I kept his head cradled in my hand, holding him, desperate for more of his touch.
Amy pulled back, her eyes on us as she kept one hand on me, the other on Rhys. I fucking loved that she was always touching us, as though she didn’t want to be too far away.
I pulled Rhys to his feet, then leaned in for a kiss while we both fumbled to get the other’s jeans off. It took several minutes, but we managed to disrobe, still groping, still kissing.
