“We’re not asking for a guarantee. We’re asking if you’d want to try,” he clarified.
I nodded slowly. “If I could, I would. But there’s so much at risk. I don’t know how to make it work.”
“How about we just take it slow and see how it goes? You might decide you don’t want anything more than a hookup. If that’s what you want, we’ll accept that.”
“No strings?”
“No, darlin’. We’ll take whatever you’re willing to give.”
I nodded. “Can I have a minute?” I gestured to my wet T-shirt that was starting to make me cold and hooked my thumb over my shoulder. “I just finished bathing Hannah before you got here. I need to get out of these wet clothes, and I need a minute to think.”
“Of course.” Spencer shifted off the coffee table to give me room to stand.
I pressed my lips together in a smile that I was sure looked strained and made my way into my bedroom. I stripped off the wet T-shirt and my leggings, slipped into my favorite jeans that highlighted my curves, and grabbed the first shirt from the pile of folded laundry sitting on my bed—a team jersey. I slipped it on over my sparkly sport bra, ran a brush through my hair, and looked at myself in the mirror. I barely recognized the woman looking back at me—she was so much stronger in nearly every aspect of her life than I’d given her credit for.
All except one.
I hadn’t realized how much of my confidence Simon had stolen when he walked out. But knowing Brayden and Spencer wanted to try something—whatever I was willing to give—had my confidence rushing back in, filling a void I’d tried to push into a dark corner of my heart. I straightened my shoulders and lifted my chin, biting back my smile. These two men both found me attractive, and that was a hell of a thrill.
But was that enough? Five minutes before they’d arrived, I was adamant that nothing was going to happen. If I agreed to do this, I was risking everything. Hannah’s and my future depended on my job. So why was I now trying to talk myself into this madness? Or maybe I was trying to talk myself out of it. Had I already made a decision? Oh, God. I think I had.
If we kept this a secret, a one-time hookup—well, two if you counted me sleeping with Miller in my office—I could have my cake and eat it too. And who didn’t like cake? It never really hurt anyone. This wouldn’t either. Surely. I could be professional, and I was positive Miller could too.
I needed this.
I was desperate to feel something other than constant overwhelm. I needed to be reminded that I was desirable. I sucked in a breath and watched my shoulders fall as I exhaled. I was going to do this. I was going to have sex with them. Two men. Two freaking sexy men. At the same time.
If I didn’t chicken out. With my mind made up, I padded back into the living room and stopped at the doorway, wringing my hands as nerves assailed me with the force of a Category 5 hurricane.
Spencer held out his hand. “C’mere, Keels.”
I stepped forward and swallowed hard. This was it. Time to tell them.
“I want to,” I whispered. The kaleidoscope of butterflies in my stomach was doing loop-de-loops, and I was giddy and dizzy atthe same time. I had more to say and conditions that needed to be added. But for now, telling them yes was all I could say without my nerves getting the best of me.
Spencer’s groan lit a spark of desire in me, but Brayden growled, and I froze. “Why the fuck are you wearing Rune’s jersey?”
I blinked, my eyes wide. I looked at the number printed on my arm. He was right. It was Rune’s jersey. I hadn’t even looked at which one it was when I’d picked it up.
“This is old and comfortable?” I squeaked.
He stalked over to me, his eyes narrowed. I stepped back until we were toe to toe with my back pressed against the wall. He gripped my chin just firmly enough to make my breath catch and lifted my face to his. He was still wearing his shoes, while I was in socks. That extra inch had him towering over me. I’d never really felt petite before—my height almost always put me eye to eye with my partners, and Simon was two inches shorter than me. But right now, Brayden’s sheer size overwhelmed me.
“Take it off, darlin’.”
I flicked my eyes over to Spencer. He was still sitting a few feet away, watching our interaction, his arms crossed over his chest and his teeth pressed into that luscious bottom lip.
“But—”
“Look at me,” Brayden growled. My breath caught and he pressed his forehead to mine. “Darlin’,” he said softly and my eyes slipped closed. He hadn’t frightened me with his tone, but that reassurance, the gentle time-out he’d just given me, was enough to let me know that I was safe.
“Miller—” I started, unsure how to ask them to move this to the bedroom.
“It’s Brayden,” Spencer corrected.
He stood slowly and stalked forward. My breath caught. Spencer touched the fabric like it insulted him, and I bit back awhimper. “Take off the jersey, Keeley. You don’t wear another man’s number on your back.”
My pussy clenched, my panties getting wetter with every word they spoke. Possessiveness and jealousy didn’t do it for me.
